*Tula's POV*

I woke slowly, stretching my arm out. I felt a body cuddled into me. My eyes flung open, totally confused. Gerard was laying next to me, an angelic smile on his face.
Oh, that's right, we'd watched a movie last night, and he'd fallen asleep in my bed.
He was already awake, giggling lightly at my startled awakening. He pulled me in closer, so my head was in his chest, my heart was racing. "Good morning." He said, grinning at me, then releasing me from his grasp. "Morning." I said, rubbing my eyes and breathing in lightly, I hated waking up, but it wasn't so bad today. "You slept for ages, I've been up drawing for hours." He smiled, gesturing to his notepad.
"Do you ever even sleep?" I laughed, pushing him away jokingly. "Not really, no." He then giggled like a girl.

I sat up, gazing across the ward. I did this everyday, there was always something going on. "Where is Frank?" I asked, alarmed at his disappearance. "Good question." Gerard stated, submerging from laying down to an upright position. "We'll have to ask the nurse when she comes in." he said quietly, gulping a little.
"He probably just went to the toilet or something" I said, relaxing a little, I felt Gerard's stiffened posture fade.
We must have laid in and watched the television for most of the day, almost taking it in turns to worry about the disappearance of our friend. My illness was getting to the stages where it really took it out of me, I napped for most of the day. Gerard wrote his comic at times, mainly when he thought I wasn't looking, he was still weirdly secretive about it. I wondered what he was writing about, I'm guessing it's something he wants to save for himself, until it's finished at least.
"Gerard, Tula!" A voice called out. It was the nurse.
"Yeah?" Gerard asked, sitting upright.
"Frank would like to speak to you." We both let out a relieved sigh.
"Where is he?" I asked him, eagerly scrambling out of the bed.
"He's in intensive care." The nurse said dryly, no detectable expression to her voice.
"Follow me." She croaked, giving a brisk smile that looked genuinely forced.
The corridors were pretty empty, with a few scattered patients wandering around on zimmer frames, learning to walk again.
"This is Frank's room." She stopped outside.
"Be quiet with him, do not make him jump, keep him calm." Me and Gerard nodded in unison, bewilderment was apparent on Gerard's delicate features.

I pushed open the door lightly, my face lit up when I saw my friend again. "Hey Frankie!" I enthused, heading for the chair next to his bed. I watched Gerard follow me in, making sure the door didn't slam and pressing it shut.
"Hi Tula.." He sniffled. "Oh hey, Gerard.." He smiled over at him, Gerard smiled back and greeted him quietly, tucking his hands into his pockets and sitting on the other side of the bed.
"So why are you in here, Frank?" I enquired, keeping a steady tone to my voice.
"If you don't mind me asking, of course."
He sighed, his brain seemed to be in a dreamlike state.
"My heart, it failed and stopped beating, they had to restart it."
He looked up at me timidly with his big green eyes, embarrassed to have all the attention on him.
"Oh, Frank." Gerard piped up from across the bed, giving Frank a little hug on the side of his arm.
"You'll be okay though, right?" I asked him, a desperate tone escaping from my calm words.
"I.. don't know."
I tear slipped down my cheek as my heart and his voice broke.
And that is how Frank Iero's happy visage cracked.

Notes

It's been so long since I've updated! Apologies.
I may possibly edit the first couple of chapters because I've read through them and to be honest, I find them poorly written and in need of correcting, so I'll get to that.
im sorry that this chapter isn't very long, but I needed to find the right words, which I found difficult before. Enjoy!:)
XOXOg

~Update~ I have read through and edited every chapter, it has changed quite considerabley to make them sound a little more mature and the story flow more easily. Thank you!