Poisoned Blood

Gerard landed in the basement and turned the light on. Frank gasped and looked around. There was band posters covering the wall along with Gerard’s drawing of him and comics. A desk was pressed against the wall with papers covering it. A king size bed was in the corner beside a oak dresser and clock. Gerard chuckled and walked to the desk and sat the box down. He carried Frank to the bed and sat down. Frank scooted back and leaned against the wall. Gerard smiled lightly and sighed. Frank looked up at him and smiled back, but Gerard could see the pain behind his eyes. He sat down next to Frank and thinned his lips.

“Frank...Are you okay?” Gerard asked, grabbing Frank’s hands. He mentally smacked himself for asking such a ridiculous question. “I’m sorry that was a stupid question.” Gerard sighed.

“I’m f-fine I guess..” Frank mumbled and kept his eyes downcast. Gerard nodded, knowing that Frank was lying but not pressing the matter.

“I’m glad you’re home. Are you hungry?” Frank nodded and tried to smile but came out as a wince. Gerard smiled and stood up. As he was going to walk away Frank jumped up and grabbed his wrist. Gerard winced and turned around. “Frank?”

“Don’t leave…” Frank whimpered, tears welling up in his eyes. Gerard smiled softly and crouched.

“I would never.” He gently picked Frank up and carried him upstairs. Gerard walked to the kitchen and sat Frank on the counter. He opened up the fridge and pulled out cheese, ham, mayo, tomato, lettuce and grabbed the bread out of the cabinet.

Gerard quickly made himself and Frank sandwiches, making sure to leave the meat off of Frank’s. Once he handed the plate to Frank, Frank quickly scarfed it down and sat the plate aside. Gerard chuckled and finished his off. He sat the plates in the sink and filled a cup up with water. Gerard handed it to Frank along with some pain killers. Frank frowned.

“Trust me. You’re gonna need them soon.” Gerard told him, already rubbing Frank’s back. Sharp pains shot through Frank’s head and body causing him to groan. Frank chugged the water and took the pills. Gerard picked Frank back up and carried him to the living room. “Now Frank, I’ll be right back. I‘m just heading downstairs for a second.” Frank tensed and went to grab for Gerard again. Gerard crouched and held Frank’s hand. “I’m just going down to run some bath water then I’ll be back okay?”

“Hurry..” Frank whimpered. Gerard nodded and ran back downstairs. He pulled his closet door open and grabbed his Smashing Pumpkins hoodie and went to his dresser. Gerard pulled out a pair of boxers and went to the bathroom. He turned the knobs on the bathtub and let it fill with hot water. “GERARD!” Frank screamed. Gerard sprinted up the stairs and to the living room. Frank was pressed against the wall and a man hovered over him. Gerard ran over and pulled the man away, ready to punch him but stopped.

“God fucking dammit Bert!” Gerard yelled and pushed him away. The long haired man chuckled and crossed his arms.

“Nice to see you too Gerard.” Bert smirked. “But who do we have here?” He turned to Frank.

“Bert. Back. Off.” Gerard growled, taking another step towards him. Bert raised his hands defensively and backed away.

“Geez Gerard I was just fucking around.” He laughed.

“Well stop and call next time!” Gerard grumbled, bending down and picking Frank up. Frank cried into Gerard’s chest as he walked away.
“I live here too ya know!” Bert yelled as Gerard walked down the steps. Gerard rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom. He sat Frank on the toilet and turned the water off. Frank frowned and wiped his eyes.

“W-who w-w-was t-that?” Frank stuttered. Gerard coughed and crossed his arms.

“Bert McCracken. My roommate and the lead singer of The Used.”

“O-oh.” Frank sighed. Gerard chuckled and shook his head. “W-w-who’s the w-water for?” Frank asked, glancing at it.

“You. Your stitches are leaking and they need to be cleaned.” Gerard sighed. Frank’s eyes widened in fear. Gerard straightened up. “Frank, I’m just trying to help. You don’t have to bathe but I need to clean you up.” Gerard assured.

“I’ll d-do it b-b-but you c-can’t watch.” Frank sniffed, glaring at the scars under his shirt. Gerard smiled softly and crouched.

“If that’s what you want, then okay.” Gerard kissed Frank’s forehead and turned around. Frank kicked his pants off and slowly pulled off his shirt, sending Gerard a wary glance. He unhooked the ace and started pulling it off, letting the bandages fall to the floor. Frank sank into the tub and hissed as the hot water hit his cuts. He grabbed the rag and gently cleaned off the leaking blood. Frank quickly washed his hair and climbed out of the tub. “Are you done?”

“Y-yeah but s-s-stay there.” Frank stuttered, pulling the boxers on.

“Do you need help putting the bandages on?” Gerard asked, taking a quick glance at Frank. Frank frowned, and mentally scolded himself for not thinking that far ahead.

“Yes.” Frank mumbled. Gerard nodded and turned. He gasped and covered his mouth. Frank’s body was covered in deep cuts and stitches, some Gerard just now seeing. Frank’s frown deepened, feeling worse about the situation. Gerard stumbled over and pulled Frank into a hug.

“I am so fucking sorry Frankie.” Gerard sobbed. Frank hissed as Gerard’s shirt roughly ran across his wounds. Gerard pulled back and grabbed the bandages. He quickly went to work, covering Frank’s cuts in bandages. Once Gerard was done he handed the hoodie to Frank and smiled. “It may be a little too big but I’m sure it’ll fit.”

“Thanks.” Frank muttered, pulling it on.

“Do you want to head back upstairs or stay down here?” Gerard asked, motioning to pick Frank up.

“Stay down here.” Frank mumbled. Gerard nodded and carried Frank back into his bedroom. Gerard sat down, keeping Frank in his lap. He rested his head on Gerard’s chest and sighed. “Frank. If you want me to I can take all those memories away...Well more like put a wall up around them but only if you want me to.” Gerard mumbled, taking Frank’s hand. Frank’s eyes widened.

“Y-You can do that?” Frank asked, looking up at Gerard. He nodded.

“I am Death remember.” Gerard chuckled but soon went serious. “It will be painful and it’ll only work if you do NOT pick at the wall. Do not try and remember or you will break it and all the memories will come back.” Gerard warned. “But that is only if you are willing to take that risk.” Gerard sighed, pressing his forehead against Frank’s. Frank paused and thought about it.

“No… I want to get past this myself.” Frank murmured. Gerard nodded and smiled.

“Okay, if that is what you wish.” Gerard rubbed Frank’s cheek.

“Gerard can I talk to you for a minute?” Bert asked from the top step. “It’s important.” Gerard sighed and sat Frank aside.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” Gerard muttered, walking up the steps. Bert gave him a sad smile and walked into the kitchen with Gerard following him. “So…”

“Is that Frank?” Bert inquired, turning to Gerard.

“Yeah it is.” Gerard smiled, grabbing a two mugs out of the cabinet.

“As in thee Frank you’ve been crying over for the past six years.” Bert smirked. Gerard sighed, turning the coffee machine on. He turned to Bert.

“What’s your point Bert?” Gerard frowned, crossing his arms.

“Nothing bad but I’m just wondering why Death did just bring him back.” Bert mumbled, grabbing his lunch of the fridge.

“I told you so many times now that if I could have, I would have and I don’t even know where he was!” Gerard yelled, ripping the bag of coffee open. Coffee grounds spilled everywhere, all over the counter and floor. “Fuck!” Gerard slammed the bag down and tugged at his hair.

“Gerard-” Bert started but Gerard threw a knife at him, straight past his head. The knife nearly cut off a lock of Bert’s long hair. Bert froze, slowly turning to the blade sticking out of the wall. He turned back to Gerard and let out a deep breath. Bert shook his head and picked his bag up. Gerard soon caught up to what he just did, his eyes widening.

“Shit Bert, I’m so-” Bert cut him off with a sigh and pulled the knife out of the wall. He sat it on the counter and walked over to Gerard. Bert pulled Gerard into a hug and kissed the side of his head.

“Gerard, I love you and you know I do but you need to control your temper, not for my sake, not for yours, but for Frank.” Bert murmured, leaning back. “Now I have to go and talk to the boys, just try not to get yourself in more trouble while I’m gone.” Bert smile slightly. Gerard chuckled and wiped his eyes.

“I’ll try now get outta here.” Gerard smiled. Bert laughed and gave Gerard one last kiss on the forehead. “Bye asshole.”

“Bye Gee.” Bert snorted and left. Gerard heard a small whimper behind him and turned around. Frank was standing there with bloodshot eyes and tears running down his face.

Notes

Well this was longer than expected