Counting Down The Days To Go (Frerard)

"... G-Gerard?"

I leaped up from my seat and wrapped my arms around Frank. He squeaked, frozen at first, but after a few seconds he relaxed. "Oh my god," I muttered. I felt two arms snake around my waist and I knelt to be face-level with him. "Frankie--"

I was cut off by Frank pushing me away, then cupping my face with his hands and pulling me in for a kiss. Not a passionate one. No, it was sweet and chaste. Again, as if he thought I was about to shatter into a million pieces all over the linoleum floor. He pulled away after a few seconds and stared at me with half-lidded eyes and a faint smile on his lips.
"Frank, I--"
"Shh." He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on mine, taking deep breaths. I could feel tears stinging my eyes. But instead of me crying, it was him. He bit his lip as I wiped away tears running down his cheek. "I'm sorry, Gee."
I smiled, a genuine smile. "What do you have to be sorry for?" I replied, my voice cracking slightly.
"I..." He squeezed his eyes shut. "I did it again."
I lifted his head so he was looking at me. "If anyone should be apologizing, it's me. I lost my temper and yelled at you." I ran a hand through his short hair. "And I m-made you do this."
He laughed. "Gerard, you thought I did this because of you?"
I pulled away. "You didn't...?"
"No, of course not." He reached over and laced our fingers together. "I... it was stupid. I was upset and made a stupid decision."
I covered my mouth to muffle the inhuman noise I made just then. "You didn't do it because of me?" I repeated.
"I thought... that is was my fault you got angry. And I felt absolutely terrible." He pursed his lips. "I don't want to talk about it, Gerard. Some other time." I hugged him again instead of responding.
"I was so scared," I muttered. "They didn't know when you were gonna wake up... if you did." He patted the spot next to him on the bed and I sat down next to him.

The silence filling the room was excruciating. I felt like crying, but the tears wouldn't spill. But he didn't commit suicide because of me. Fuck, that's what I was scared of. I gripped his hand tighter, praying I wasn't breaking it. This felt like even more of a dream than it did ten minutes ago. He's fine, he's going to be evaluated and sent home. Frankie is alive and he's gonna be here for his birthday and I'm gonna get to see his pretty face again.

"... right?"

My head snapped over back to Frank, who was looking at me expectantly. He smiled.
"You didn't pay attention to any of that, did you?"
I shook my head no, chuckling a bit.
"You're adorable, Gee," he told me before leaning over to kiss me again, more this time. He slid his hands over my thighs, resting them on my hips to pull me closer. I broke the kiss when he swung over a leg and sat in my lap.
"Is it morally correct to make out with your boyfriend who just woke up from a coma in a hospital?" I joked.
"Oh shut up," he whispered, "I know you wanted this." He smiled wider and kissed me again, pressing his body against mine. Well, I can't complain. I did want this. Just didn't feel right to make out in a hospital, y'know? Regardless, I reciprocated the kiss, tugging on his lip ring lightly and making him whimper. Even more uncomfortable-ness in a hospital, but whatever. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and pushed at my chest until I laid down on the hospital bed. His kisses started trailing down from my mouth to my jaw to my neck. He giggled against my skin when I bit my lip to stop myself from making any noises.

This really didn't feel right. Making out in a hospital. At this point, not a "this is wrong" kind of feeling, but rather a sense of impending doom. Probably because a nurse could walk in on us at any moment now. Let's pray no one does. "Frank," I gasped out.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

Notes

sorry it's so short i had a migraine that wouldn't go away and i just wanted to get this chapter over with and post before i went to bed
ALSO I FELT RLY STUPID FOR WRITING THEM MAKING OUT IN A FUCKING HOSPITAL BUT I HAD NO OTHER IDEAS SO
i discovered today i literally can't go outside without forming a headache
do you understand how terrible that is when i live in motherfucking arizona?

title is completely unrelated lyrics from marina and the diamonds's obsessions.

xo