Gerard’s POV

I sat in the waiting room of the hospital, worried sick about Frank waiting for an update from the doctor.

"Mr. Way?" An overly cheery nurse called.

"Y-Yes?" I answered, my stomach twisting into a knot. She looked exactly like the nurse from my dream...

"Frank is awake, he has asked to see you," she said. I smiled, he's awake. He's alive.

The nurse led me to Frank's room and opened the door. "I'll be right out here, if you need me just shout," she smiled, closing the door and leaving us alone.

"Hey!" Frank beamed. He sat up in the bed, pulling me into a hug when I sat on the edge. How is he so happy to see me? Last time we were alone in a room I almost ripped his throat out.

"How's the, uh..." I pointed to the bandage on his neck.

"They gave me some medicine for the pain, but it still hurts a little," he said, giving me a comforting smile when he saw how concerned I was.

"You look so pale," I said. It was true, he was as white as a sheet.

"I lost a lot of blood, Gee. "

I bit into my wrist just hard enough to draw blood and held it out to him. He looked confused.

"To heal you," I said, extending my arm further.

He seemed a little reluctant, but eventually he grabbed my wrist and licked the blood that had run down my arm, causing me to shiver. He sucked on the wound a little, then let go of my arm and swallowed. I ran my thumb over his lip to get some blood off and wiped it on my jeans.

His eyes drifted down to my wrist and his mouth fell open. "What the- h-how..." he stuttered, watching my wrist heal itself.

"Vampire perk," I shrugged. I was used to it by now. I never got sick, I never got seriously injured, I could still feel pain it just didn't last very long.

"Won't the doctors be suspicious? I mean, in one month I've been checked into the hospital twice for a bite on my neck and discharged within a few days. Wouldn't that seem kind of strange?" He asked, his eyes filled with worry.

"I've got it all covered, don't worry," I smiled knowingly. "Vampires can control the minds of humans, but they have to be making eye contact to do it. I can just compell the receptionist to delete the records of this incident and make your doctors forget it ever happened."

He nodded, but he obviously had something else on his mind. "What is it, Frank?"

He looked at me nervously. "Have you ever compelled me?"

"No! No, I would never do that. Your mind is too special to me," I said, kissing his forehead as I stood up. "Now let's go check you out of here."

Notes

I started learning Disenchanted on guitar today!!