And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Gerard's POV

I sat beside Frank with the comic book in hand after demonstrating and reading the last scene. Frank's eyes twinkled in excitement. "So, the Hulk went to the doctor after getting hurt?"

"Yes," I confirmed. "After turning into his beastly form, Bruce Banner got, I think ,four bullets to the head and had to get hospitalized in the emergency room. So far, he's in a coma."

"H-he got shot?" he seemed shocked, but I didn't know why. I mean, I read that part to him two minutes ago. "Then who's going to tell the story now that he's dead?"

"Bruce isn't dead, he's in a coma," I corrected, laughing at his reaction. "The next book, his surgeon will be telling his part of the story. I would read some more, but we have school tomorrow."

Frank wrapped his arms around my neck. "Thanks," he said slightly above a whisper.

I kissed his forehead, and he smiled, making me smile too. "For what, sweetheart?"

"For everything."

Notes

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