The amount of pills I'm taking, counteracts the booze I'm drinking

Mikey's POV-
Waking up on the fourth morning was painful, i just wanted to sleep as i got none last night. Frank was up all night throwing his guts up i don't know how he did it seeing as though he didn't eat anything all day. However before he started vomiting again last night when he introduced himself we started talking. what i found out is that Frank really hates living with his parents and is also bullied at school. When i asked him why he was here he firstly pointed to his shredded arm and then to the black vomit in the bucket. "I'm not good at this suicide thing" he said it so calmly as if it was just a normal thing to say. "failed twice now" he added my eyes widen with shock at his honestly.
He looks up at me "you?" he asks, i roll my long sleeve up just a little to show my wrist and inner arm "snap" i mumble over to him. He just looks at me and smiles a very wide toothy smile, i smiled back and soon we we're both laughing, i don't know why because nothing was funny but i think i might have just made a friend.

Frank's POV-
I'm such a fail. I tell myself as i watch the paramedics carry me into the ambulance. How could i have failed again why wont god let me die?
The only thing i remember after being in the ambulance is waking up later in a hospital bed on a hospital ward and i instantly start throwing my guts up. what had they given me? Oh my god my vomit is black. i start to panic slightly while still vomiting into the bucket which was at the side of my bed. suddenly i feel someone's glare on me, who is looking at me? have they got some thing to say? i think immediately but no its just the kid in the bed next to me, staring over at me. His long dark brown hair is digging in and out of his glasses and if I'm honest it looks ridiculous but i don't mean to be mean.
He looks very pale and weak but who I'm i kidding he is probably think that same about me. I finally stop vomiting and when i look up the kid is still staring at me, i decide to brake the awkward silence by looking up at him wiping the sick from around my mouth "hey, I'm frank." he looks a little shocked that i talk but answers with a almost silent whisper "mikey."
"hey mikey" i say back to him whilst putting the vomit bucket back onto the floor.

I don't remember much of the conversation as i stared falling asleep on mikey. however i thought id make it up to him by walking to breakfast with him the following morning. we talked a lot about bands, singers and songs, mikeys a pretty cool guy he likes good music, all the same bands as i like.
After breakfast we make our way back to our bed and continue our conversation from the cafeteria until a tall loud man comes running up to mikey interrupting us. He turns to mikey not even noticing me at first and telling him he can go home today, mikeys face lights up with excitement. As the new man in the room talks to mikey i just hold my head in my hands and stair at the floor feeling a little awkward in front of the stranger. i suddenly here him cough, i look up and my eyes instantly lock in with his. A deep hazel fills his eyes, they're beautiful. wait what no Frankie. shut up.
I soon realise that he must be Mikeys brother and he lets go of my gaze to look back at mikey "who's your friend" he asks before looking back at me again, his eyes attached to mind instantly again. how is he doing that grabbing my attention so quickly, is that butterfly's in my stomach wait no shut up Frankie.
I suddenly realise my cheeks are blushing slightly. fuck. "oh this is frank" mikey says taking a quick glance at us both before continuing to pack his bags.
"oh, frank, that's a cool name" he whispers " I'm Gerard" he say a littler louder. his voice is a little more high pitched then what i expected.
Gerard huummmm i like it. it rolls off the tongue.

Notes

the frerard story can start soon
sorry about spelling
i will be back sunday!