Very Much Alive
Someone Get Me to A Doctor
-Frank's POV-
I awoke for the second time with a start. I had been dreaming. There was a vast forest spread out before me, leaves and branches obstructing my view. I was running, sprinting for my life-most likely from my father. Once again, this dream was completely silent, with the exception of the occasional gasp for air. Oxygen was draining from my body quickly, like someone was ripping it from my lungs. My legs gave out under me, and I started tumbling down a hill. My now useless body could do nothing but lie in the darkness, waiting for whoever it was chasing me to catch up. There was silence, and I could no longer breathe. Something was smothering me. It was the darkness. Darkness was closing in on me as I heard the quiet echoes of demonic laughter far, far away. Then, in an instant, it was right before me, hovering over my face. I couldn't describe the hooded figure, over than the fact that it was wearing a rich purple, almost black cloak that shrouded its face and form. Yellow, bloodshot eyes stared me down, then the creature grinned. "I'll see you in hell," it croaked. I was puzzled by his words though they seemed pretty obvious. An excruciating pain hit my side, sending me spiraling over an edge that previously was not there. It felt like an eternity of falling, falling, falling. I passed through a vertical shoot, knocking into spider webs and tree roots and what looked like bones. It was pitch black for a while. Then before me was a small illumination. It glowed brighter and brighter as I neared it. As it came into view, I noticed it was a flame. No, not a flame. Flames. All I could hear now was the crackling as they drew closer and closer. It was getting very hot at this point. The demonic laughter started again, making me claw at my ears in attempt to make it stop. Closer and closer. My innards felt like they were about to collapse from the lack of oxygen. My face was mere inches away from the raging blaze of hell as I jolted up off the mattress. Back into reality, unscathed by the flames. Unfortunately, 'unscathed' didn't apply to the rest of my body.
I tried blinking the film of blurriness away. White walls were surrounding me, a few paintings decorated them. I was still at the nurse's office. A clock was to my left of my bed. 2:45 pm. 'Wait... I left third period at 10:30ish. How have I been knocked out this long?' The nurse Ms. Jackie noticed I was awake and walked over to me.
"Frank, how are ya feelin' hun?" I could barely comprehend what she had said. Everything was like one giant, monotonous buzz right now.
"Uh, terrible," I croaked out. How the hell did she think I felt? I mean, I must look like shit right now... I desperately needed water.
"Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I tried calling your mom but she's at work so she couldn't pick you up. You'll be staying here at school until she can come take you back to your house. And I can't give you any pain medicine-it's against school policies, not my decision." I interrupted her with a groan. Does she not understand how terrible I feel? Can't she make an exception and slip me a little something?
"Oh honey I know you must feel bad, but I'm not risking my job for it. I know it must've hurt to slip on that water and hit your head against the sink..." Wait, I'm sorry, but WHAT?! What kind of alternate universe is this dipshit in?
"Wait, what are you talking about?" I questioned.
"Oh a boy came running in here about 11 to tell us about an accident and that you needed medical attention right then. He said that you'd slipped on a puddle of water in the boys bathroom. You fell face first and hit your head on a sink, then fell on your ribcage and passed out. I don't remember his name. Starts with an 'm'... Mickey? Oh you poor thing you." Jesus Christ I wish this lady would stop pitying me, I wasn't a pathetic little child. I was a pathetic teenager that didn't care for her stupid sympathy. I wanted to hear more about Mikey right now. How had he found me?
"His name's Mikey. What else happened after he found me?"
"Well, it took a few of us to get you down here. You're small, so it wasn't too much of a problem," she laughed. I guess people can't go 5 minutes without making some sort of comment related to my height, damnit! "You were having convulsions, pretty violent ones too. We almost called an ambulance, but couldn't get a hold of a parent to obtain permission and since you're not a legal adult, we couldn't. That Mikey stayed here all through his lunch period and would've stayed longer had he not been forced to go to class. He talked to you and eventually calmed you down, thank the lord. Said he felt guilty for not finding you sooner and what not. It's not his fault, you know. Another student with a large afro came to visit during lunch as well. They're very sweet friends, you're lucky to have them." Wow, they did all that for me? 'But I'm nothing special, nothing to worry about...' Three days in, and both of my friends had saved my ass. First Ray saving me from Jordan, the Mikey saving me after Jordan had gotten his revenge. I really was in debt to them. There was a knock at the door-I could see the principal Mr. Hinton. God I hated him. We've had to have plenty of disciplinary "meetings" and "interventions" before. They usually consisted of him yelling how terrible of a kid I am to me and my mom. Even my mom thought he was unreasonable. Ms. Jackie left my side and went to speak with him in the hall, closing the door behind her. I could hear them whispering, but couldn't really make anything out. I was almost asleep again when she reentered the room, a grim look on her face.
"Now Frank, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Mr. Hinton informed me that you have detention this afternoon, correct?" I nodded in response. 'Are you FUCKING kidding me?!' I knew what was coming. "Well, he said that since you seem to be mentally stable and your mother can't get you, you'll still be attending it. Now don't look at me like that, it's not my decision." I was shooting her a death glare and I had every right to-I'm fucking pissed! And she can kill the 'it's not my decision' bullshit too. I huffed and leaned my head against the pillow again, exhausted. "Well, I'll leave you alone. Get as much rest as you can. You'll be leaving in about 40 minutes to go to the detention room. I'll wake you when it's time," she smiled and went back to her computer. 40 minutes didn't sound sufficient to me. Fuck Mr. Hinton, if he knew the real story...
I knew it wouldn't be wise to tell the truth on this matter. Telling the truth might get them in some trouble, but nothing serious. Even the teachers were afraid of the jocks. They would turn a blind eye to a beating, but if an average kid had their phone out in class, the student would end up getting suspended. Reporting them wouldn't get them expelled, and would definitely result in more injuries. They would only see me as a scared little tattle-tale that went crying to his mommy if he got hurt. I still had my reputation to maintain, so no, I wasn't telling them what really happened. Thank God Mikey had made up something... Lord knows what all I've babbled about in my unconscious state. I felt my head getting heavier and I laid back down. I closed my eyes for a minute and felt a hand on my shoulder. The 40 minutes passed way too quickly for my liking.
"Frank, it's 3:25. I know you're in a lot of pain, but that's why I got you up a bit early. It'll take some time to get down there with my help. Okay darlin', can ya try and stand for me?" I groaned, swinging one leg over the edge, the other following. My feet (barely) touched the ground and I pushed myself up. Everything on my body ached. I just wanted to go home. I took a few steps, stumbled a bit, but I could manage it. The nurse's office and detention room were located near the front office, so not too many kids were out getting ready to leave. I caught a glimpse out the front doors' windows-the sun was shining, the sky was clear and looked warm. I should be with Ray and Mikey right now, deciding on what comic store we were going to and if we should get coffee and watch movies later on. Nope, I'd ruined those plans, and Jordan, with the help of his minions, had further wrecked them. Now I had to go sit in a dumbass classroom with a dumbass teacher for an hour before being whisked back to home, probably to do absolutely nothing but rest and sleep and eat. Right now, that didn't sound too bad.
The 'detention room' is technically a storage room, filled with janitor equipment, props for the drama club, and stands and microphones for the choir and band. It was pretty overcrowded and stuffy, but detention couldn't be held in a teacher's classroom because of afterschool lesson planning. Total bullshit to me. It's all the way down at the end of the hall of the main building. Normally it wouldn't bother anyone to walk that far, but today having bruises, cuts, and feeling like you're going to pass out at any moment wasn't helping me. I hobbled down the hall with my right arm slung over nurse Jackie for support. The door was another hundred feet away when my legs gave out. I tripped and landed face first, which my nose did not agree with. Sharp stabs were sent through me again, reminding me of the agony I had endured only hours ago. My nose proceeded to bleed again, the nurse fawning over me with her stupid "Oh you poor thing you" bullshit. She ran off to get tissues. Of course no one in the office was around to see it happen so nobody else could help or see that I obviously wasn't fit to be sitting in detention for an hour. Priorities people...
When the nurse came back, she had an entire box of Kleenex and damp washrag. With her as support I managed to sit up and she started wiping the blood off. She then helped me up and we continued down the hall. My nose was bleeding profusely, already having soaked ten clumped tissues. I knew I looked like an idiot, my head bent over, cloth to my nose, and was probably walking like a drunk. She kept muttering her usual "Oh poor thing" and "You'll make it, just a few more steps" and "I'm so sorry, you know it's not my decision..." I could've clobbered her right in the mouth just to get her to shut it, but I didn't have the energy and remained silent.
We eventually got down to the room. A usual two minute trip had taken us fifteen, but the supervisor wasn't there yet so it wasn't a big deal. It looked like I was going to be the only one in detention today. Jackie set me down at the nearest desk, propping my feet on a chair. "You need to still rest as much as possible. Just tell whoever is supervising your situation and I'm sure they'll understand. Oh hun, look at the time, 3:45. I have to leave in a few minutes, so I'm gonna go back to my office. Be careful now and get plenty of rest!" And with that she waved and left the room. I was glad to not have to listen to her annoying screeching anymore.
I laid my head down on the desk. My whole body was in agony from both the beating and recent fall. Everything hurt like hell, and they left me to rot in this room for an hour. 'If they were going to call a damn ambulance to take me to a damn hospital, do they honestly think I'm fit to stay in here?!' My eyes shut, the darkness welcomed me. I was drifting off asleep when the door opened. I didn't care who it was, I wanted to sleep and they couldn't make me do shit right then. Whoever it was silently stepped in and shut the door. A barely audible click caught my attention. Was that the lock...?
"Hey there Frankie," a sultry voice welcomed. 'Gerard,' I thought dreamily. Using the last of my energy, I lifted my head and opened my eyes. They immediately came into contact with the beautiful green orbs that could only belong to Gerard- a kneeling Gerard that was only a few inches away. Sparks shot straight down to my abdomen, not at all like the miserable ones before. I would've paid more attention to them had I not been distracted by other pains. He examined my face, his grin fading and pulled back. He covered his mouth, looking genuinely upset. "Oh Frankie," he breathed, "wh-what happened?"
I awoke for the second time with a start. I had been dreaming. There was a vast forest spread out before me, leaves and branches obstructing my view. I was running, sprinting for my life-most likely from my father. Once again, this dream was completely silent, with the exception of the occasional gasp for air. Oxygen was draining from my body quickly, like someone was ripping it from my lungs. My legs gave out under me, and I started tumbling down a hill. My now useless body could do nothing but lie in the darkness, waiting for whoever it was chasing me to catch up. There was silence, and I could no longer breathe. Something was smothering me. It was the darkness. Darkness was closing in on me as I heard the quiet echoes of demonic laughter far, far away. Then, in an instant, it was right before me, hovering over my face. I couldn't describe the hooded figure, over than the fact that it was wearing a rich purple, almost black cloak that shrouded its face and form. Yellow, bloodshot eyes stared me down, then the creature grinned. "I'll see you in hell," it croaked. I was puzzled by his words though they seemed pretty obvious. An excruciating pain hit my side, sending me spiraling over an edge that previously was not there. It felt like an eternity of falling, falling, falling. I passed through a vertical shoot, knocking into spider webs and tree roots and what looked like bones. It was pitch black for a while. Then before me was a small illumination. It glowed brighter and brighter as I neared it. As it came into view, I noticed it was a flame. No, not a flame. Flames. All I could hear now was the crackling as they drew closer and closer. It was getting very hot at this point. The demonic laughter started again, making me claw at my ears in attempt to make it stop. Closer and closer. My innards felt like they were about to collapse from the lack of oxygen. My face was mere inches away from the raging blaze of hell as I jolted up off the mattress. Back into reality, unscathed by the flames. Unfortunately, 'unscathed' didn't apply to the rest of my body.
I tried blinking the film of blurriness away. White walls were surrounding me, a few paintings decorated them. I was still at the nurse's office. A clock was to my left of my bed. 2:45 pm. 'Wait... I left third period at 10:30ish. How have I been knocked out this long?' The nurse Ms. Jackie noticed I was awake and walked over to me.
"Frank, how are ya feelin' hun?" I could barely comprehend what she had said. Everything was like one giant, monotonous buzz right now.
"Uh, terrible," I croaked out. How the hell did she think I felt? I mean, I must look like shit right now... I desperately needed water.
"Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I tried calling your mom but she's at work so she couldn't pick you up. You'll be staying here at school until she can come take you back to your house. And I can't give you any pain medicine-it's against school policies, not my decision." I interrupted her with a groan. Does she not understand how terrible I feel? Can't she make an exception and slip me a little something?
"Oh honey I know you must feel bad, but I'm not risking my job for it. I know it must've hurt to slip on that water and hit your head against the sink..." Wait, I'm sorry, but WHAT?! What kind of alternate universe is this dipshit in?
"Wait, what are you talking about?" I questioned.
"Oh a boy came running in here about 11 to tell us about an accident and that you needed medical attention right then. He said that you'd slipped on a puddle of water in the boys bathroom. You fell face first and hit your head on a sink, then fell on your ribcage and passed out. I don't remember his name. Starts with an 'm'... Mickey? Oh you poor thing you." Jesus Christ I wish this lady would stop pitying me, I wasn't a pathetic little child. I was a pathetic teenager that didn't care for her stupid sympathy. I wanted to hear more about Mikey right now. How had he found me?
"His name's Mikey. What else happened after he found me?"
"Well, it took a few of us to get you down here. You're small, so it wasn't too much of a problem," she laughed. I guess people can't go 5 minutes without making some sort of comment related to my height, damnit! "You were having convulsions, pretty violent ones too. We almost called an ambulance, but couldn't get a hold of a parent to obtain permission and since you're not a legal adult, we couldn't. That Mikey stayed here all through his lunch period and would've stayed longer had he not been forced to go to class. He talked to you and eventually calmed you down, thank the lord. Said he felt guilty for not finding you sooner and what not. It's not his fault, you know. Another student with a large afro came to visit during lunch as well. They're very sweet friends, you're lucky to have them." Wow, they did all that for me? 'But I'm nothing special, nothing to worry about...' Three days in, and both of my friends had saved my ass. First Ray saving me from Jordan, the Mikey saving me after Jordan had gotten his revenge. I really was in debt to them. There was a knock at the door-I could see the principal Mr. Hinton. God I hated him. We've had to have plenty of disciplinary "meetings" and "interventions" before. They usually consisted of him yelling how terrible of a kid I am to me and my mom. Even my mom thought he was unreasonable. Ms. Jackie left my side and went to speak with him in the hall, closing the door behind her. I could hear them whispering, but couldn't really make anything out. I was almost asleep again when she reentered the room, a grim look on her face.
"Now Frank, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Mr. Hinton informed me that you have detention this afternoon, correct?" I nodded in response. 'Are you FUCKING kidding me?!' I knew what was coming. "Well, he said that since you seem to be mentally stable and your mother can't get you, you'll still be attending it. Now don't look at me like that, it's not my decision." I was shooting her a death glare and I had every right to-I'm fucking pissed! And she can kill the 'it's not my decision' bullshit too. I huffed and leaned my head against the pillow again, exhausted. "Well, I'll leave you alone. Get as much rest as you can. You'll be leaving in about 40 minutes to go to the detention room. I'll wake you when it's time," she smiled and went back to her computer. 40 minutes didn't sound sufficient to me. Fuck Mr. Hinton, if he knew the real story...
I knew it wouldn't be wise to tell the truth on this matter. Telling the truth might get them in some trouble, but nothing serious. Even the teachers were afraid of the jocks. They would turn a blind eye to a beating, but if an average kid had their phone out in class, the student would end up getting suspended. Reporting them wouldn't get them expelled, and would definitely result in more injuries. They would only see me as a scared little tattle-tale that went crying to his mommy if he got hurt. I still had my reputation to maintain, so no, I wasn't telling them what really happened. Thank God Mikey had made up something... Lord knows what all I've babbled about in my unconscious state. I felt my head getting heavier and I laid back down. I closed my eyes for a minute and felt a hand on my shoulder. The 40 minutes passed way too quickly for my liking.
"Frank, it's 3:25. I know you're in a lot of pain, but that's why I got you up a bit early. It'll take some time to get down there with my help. Okay darlin', can ya try and stand for me?" I groaned, swinging one leg over the edge, the other following. My feet (barely) touched the ground and I pushed myself up. Everything on my body ached. I just wanted to go home. I took a few steps, stumbled a bit, but I could manage it. The nurse's office and detention room were located near the front office, so not too many kids were out getting ready to leave. I caught a glimpse out the front doors' windows-the sun was shining, the sky was clear and looked warm. I should be with Ray and Mikey right now, deciding on what comic store we were going to and if we should get coffee and watch movies later on. Nope, I'd ruined those plans, and Jordan, with the help of his minions, had further wrecked them. Now I had to go sit in a dumbass classroom with a dumbass teacher for an hour before being whisked back to home, probably to do absolutely nothing but rest and sleep and eat. Right now, that didn't sound too bad.
The 'detention room' is technically a storage room, filled with janitor equipment, props for the drama club, and stands and microphones for the choir and band. It was pretty overcrowded and stuffy, but detention couldn't be held in a teacher's classroom because of afterschool lesson planning. Total bullshit to me. It's all the way down at the end of the hall of the main building. Normally it wouldn't bother anyone to walk that far, but today having bruises, cuts, and feeling like you're going to pass out at any moment wasn't helping me. I hobbled down the hall with my right arm slung over nurse Jackie for support. The door was another hundred feet away when my legs gave out. I tripped and landed face first, which my nose did not agree with. Sharp stabs were sent through me again, reminding me of the agony I had endured only hours ago. My nose proceeded to bleed again, the nurse fawning over me with her stupid "Oh you poor thing you" bullshit. She ran off to get tissues. Of course no one in the office was around to see it happen so nobody else could help or see that I obviously wasn't fit to be sitting in detention for an hour. Priorities people...
When the nurse came back, she had an entire box of Kleenex and damp washrag. With her as support I managed to sit up and she started wiping the blood off. She then helped me up and we continued down the hall. My nose was bleeding profusely, already having soaked ten clumped tissues. I knew I looked like an idiot, my head bent over, cloth to my nose, and was probably walking like a drunk. She kept muttering her usual "Oh poor thing" and "You'll make it, just a few more steps" and "I'm so sorry, you know it's not my decision..." I could've clobbered her right in the mouth just to get her to shut it, but I didn't have the energy and remained silent.
We eventually got down to the room. A usual two minute trip had taken us fifteen, but the supervisor wasn't there yet so it wasn't a big deal. It looked like I was going to be the only one in detention today. Jackie set me down at the nearest desk, propping my feet on a chair. "You need to still rest as much as possible. Just tell whoever is supervising your situation and I'm sure they'll understand. Oh hun, look at the time, 3:45. I have to leave in a few minutes, so I'm gonna go back to my office. Be careful now and get plenty of rest!" And with that she waved and left the room. I was glad to not have to listen to her annoying screeching anymore.
I laid my head down on the desk. My whole body was in agony from both the beating and recent fall. Everything hurt like hell, and they left me to rot in this room for an hour. 'If they were going to call a damn ambulance to take me to a damn hospital, do they honestly think I'm fit to stay in here?!' My eyes shut, the darkness welcomed me. I was drifting off asleep when the door opened. I didn't care who it was, I wanted to sleep and they couldn't make me do shit right then. Whoever it was silently stepped in and shut the door. A barely audible click caught my attention. Was that the lock...?
"Hey there Frankie," a sultry voice welcomed. 'Gerard,' I thought dreamily. Using the last of my energy, I lifted my head and opened my eyes. They immediately came into contact with the beautiful green orbs that could only belong to Gerard- a kneeling Gerard that was only a few inches away. Sparks shot straight down to my abdomen, not at all like the miserable ones before. I would've paid more attention to them had I not been distracted by other pains. He examined my face, his grin fading and pulled back. He covered his mouth, looking genuinely upset. "Oh Frankie," he breathed, "wh-what happened?"
Notes
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