*Ghoul's POV*

It was a miracle Frank wasn’t crying yet. Gerard had been shot down and it didn’t look good. The blast had hit him close to the ribs. The only hope he had was getting back to the diner to the only medical supplies they had.
So there Mikey and Frank were, carrying Gerard’s limp body between them to the car. The red head was almost too heavy for the two of them. “You think you can hold him for a second so I can get the car open?” Mikey asked as the two of them approached the car. Frank nodded mutely. He was sure if he trusted himself to speak right now.
They had just gotten to car, Mikey just passing Gerard to Frank when a small noise came from Gerard’s lips, almost like a groan. The two of them froze and looked down at the red head. Frank shifted his boyfriend in his arms and cupped his cheek in his hand as much as he could. “P-Party?” Frank’s voice was just barely above a whisper. “Baby, are you okay? Can you hear me?” All Gerard did was groan again. Frank bit his lip and looked up at Mikey who quickly looked away and opened the backseat to the car. “Let’s get him in Ghoul”
The two of them worked together to slide Gerard into the backseat. Once they had him situated in, Frank dug in his vest and pulled out the car keys Gerard had given him to hold during the raid. He handed them to Mikey. “You want me to drive?” he asked taking the keys. Frank nodded. “I’m gonna stay in the back with him.” Mikey nodded and got into the front seat of the car while Frank climbed into the back and sat in the foot well.
It wasn’t until the car had started up and they were on the road again that Frank realized Gerard had fallen unconscious again.

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Mikey pulled into parking lot of the diner about 15 minutes later. He got out of the car and started waving his arms at the diner and calling to Ray. Ray jogged out of the diner, with a confused and concerned look on his face. Frank could hear them talking outside of the car.
“Where’s Poison and Ghoul?” Jet asked as Frank raised his head from Gerard’s chest where it had been laying the entire drive. “Backseat,” Mikey answered running a hand through his hair. “Poison got um… he got… shot” Ray’s eyes widened and he started to open the door to the car. “Go with Missile and get all the medical stuff we have left” he told Mikey before turning to Frank and grabbing Gerard’s shoulders. “Help me get him out”
It took the two of them a few minutes to get their leader out of the car. Ray could carry Gerard by himself so all Frank had to do was hold the door of the diner open for him. When they got inside Frank was surprised to see the place all decorated as if someone were planning a party. He cocked and eyebrow in confusion but other than that left the matter alone. They had more important things to think about.
Mikey had already gotten one of the tables pulled out so Ray laid Gerard down there. Mikey and Grace were coming out of one of the backrooms holding a few first aid kits and rolls of gauze. Grace froze upon seeing Gerard lying unconscious on the table, and let out a small whimper. Frank ran over and grabbed what she had in her hands and brought them over to the table.
Mikey and Ray were pulling off Gerard’s jacket and shirt to get a better look at the injury. Frank had to force himself to look away and instead focused on his boyfriend’s face. He was still out cold.
“Fuck, we don’t have any rubbing alcohol.” Mikey muttered under his breath. He had started looking through their medical supplies once Gerard’s clothes had been removed. Ray cursed under his breath. “Hand me that bottle on the other table” he told Frank motioning to the adjacent table. Frank ran over and grabbed it, noticing it was a bottle of vodka, and handed it to Ray who poured some of it onto a piece of gauze and started to clean Gerard’s wound.
Frank looked at Gerard’s face. He was afraid if he looked at the wound he would get sick or lose it and break down. He’s never been especially strong in these situations.
However when Frank looked down he saw Gerard eyelids were clenched shut, like he was mid wince or something. Before he had time to react Gerard’s eyes flew open. “Poison!” Frank gasped out sound relieved. Ray and Mikey stopped what they were doing and looked up to see what was happening.
“W-Wha… Ow fuck” Gerard tried to move, probably to see what was going on, but Frank lightly pushed back down. “Keep him calm Ghoul.” Ray said quietly going back to cleaning Gerard’s wound.
Frank did just that but it was difficult, with Gerard writhing in pain. Finally when they sat him so Ray could bandages on him, Mikey pressed the bottle of vodka to his older brother’s lips and told him to drink. Frank knew it would help numb the pain.
Not long after than Ray was leaning back and letting out a breath. “Okay, that’s all that we can do but I think he should be fine” he announced. Frank could almost cry with relief. Gerard had let his eyes slip closed again so Frank couldn’t tell if he was still awake or not. Ray stood up and start picking Gerard up off the table and taking him to the bedrooms. Frank followed after them.
Ray was setting Gerard down on his sleeping bag when Frank got into his room. He nodded to Frank on his way out. Frank sat down on his sleeping bag next to his boyfriend who was squinting at the younger Killjoy in the now dark room.
“You’re okay” Gerard whispered. Frank nodded and brushed some of the hair out of Gerard’s face. “We all are” “I’m sorry” Frank sighed and lay down next to the older Killjoy. “It’s not your fault Gee” Frank mumbled before pressing a kiss to Gerard’s forehead. “You need to rest” Frank guessed his boyfriend must have been tired because he just nodded and closed his eyes.

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Frank was unable to sleep much that night. A few hours after Mikey popped his head in and told Frank that Ray and him were going out to keep watch, Gerard started to toss in turn in his sleep. Frank could tell from he was having a nightmare. After suffering from those his whole life he knew from other people telling him what it looks like.
Frank turned Gerard onto his back and caressed the side of his face in an attempt to soothe him. “Poison. Gee baby, it’s okay, it’s just a dream. I’m right here, it’s okay” Frank whispered over and over in Gerard’s year until the red head started to calm down. Frank smiled into his boyfriend’s hair. “I love you Gerard” he whispered closing his eyes.

*Kobra's POV*

Ray came back out from the diner just Mikey was lighting up his last cigarette. He was pretty sure there was supposed to be a few packs in the supplies they were supposed to get. They’d definitely have to go get them tomorrow.
“She finally go back to sleep?” Mikey asked as Ray sat back down next to him and plucked the cigarette from him hand and took a drag. Grace had come outside like half an hour ago claiming to have had a nightmare and Ray had to get her back in bed.
“Yeah” The older Killjoy answered rather sullenly. He’d been like that ever since he and Frank had taken Gerard to bed. As perceptive as Mikey usually was, he had no idea what was bothering Ray so much. He figured it might have to do with weird decorations covering the inside of the diner. Mikey decided to ask.
“Jet, are you okay? You seem… like… not right.” Mikey asked, taking his cancer stick back. Ray almost started to nod his head but stopped. “I-I… Missile and I decorated the diner and stuff so we could all celebrate Christmas. Since we’ve all been so stressed as of late, I thought it’d be a good idea to do something to get it all off our minds even if it was just for a few hours” Ray explained wringing his hands in his lap. “But then you guys got back and the whole thing was ruined, cause of what happened with Poison and I just wanted us to have a little fun for once and… ugh fuck!”
Mikey stared at Ray flabbergasted. The older Killjoy never got this frustrated at anything, not even these days. Mikey put a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Jet, that’s was really sweet of you to try to do that for all of us. Really it was a great idea. I’m sorry that it didn’t work out this time but we can do it again some time. Maybe when Party’s all healed up. It doesn’t even have to be for a holiday, just surprise us. We could really use something like that.”
A smile had started creeping its way back onto Ray’s face. “Really?” Mikey nodded inhaling the chemicals from his cigarette. Ray chuckled. “Thanks Kobra”

Notes

I'm alive!!!! Well I mean kind of... I guess. Shit. Sorry I've been gone so long I just got caught up in a whirlwind of school, vine edits, Frank, more Frank (I'm up to 6 times meeting him now), Love Live, Roger Harvey, and more school. But I've finally returned and here is that long awaited chapter. So yeah, hope you enjoy!

Song of the Moment: Straight To Video- Mindless Self Indulgence

Xo Kerry oX

ps: I forgot to mention that I'm seeing Twenty One Pilots tomorrow and its gonna be SICK!