Action Cat

For a moment or so, Frank death-stared the teenager. He asked himself why he hadn't spoken for all this time. "Could you at least say your name?"

The two had made their way across the schoolyard and towards Frank's home, and straight into the basement. He liked it down there; all his band posters crackling over the unpainted walls, a dark carpet flooring so he could skid across the room like a boss, a decent mattress to sleep on, and his old fashioned television. The boy seemed to like it too, the way he smiled through his pain.

Frank sighed and handed the kid a whiteboard and a dry erase marker. "I have to know one way or another."

The teenager smirked as he scribbled large letters to represent his name. Meanwhile, Frank removed medical supplies from a small red bag and passed the products over his wounds. "Gerard?" Frank half questioned, half read verbatim. The student nodded in approval.

"Um okay, honey," Frank began, scratching at his head. "Um, Gerard, first things first...where are you bleeding?"

Internally.

Shit, Frank thought. "H-hun, isn't it possible y-you could....you know...."

Die? Gerard bit his lip. Yeah, I'm aware.

Frank paused for a moment. Someone's life was basically in his hands, if Gerard were to die, it would be his fault. Lives are very precious. Frank knew from experience...and it wasn't going to happen again.

"I-It's going to be okay, just take off that sweater and your shirt so I can see what's going on, okay, hun?" This was terribly awkward. Then again, what if this were to save Gerard's life?

No, Gerard wrote furiously.

"Wait, we learned this in science like a long time ago. If your bruises are a certain color, then I can figure out if it's like really bad, you know, if you're on the edge of dying," Frank thought about what he just said and how scary that sounded. "...I'm positive that isn't the case."

"N-n-no, I-I c-can j-just r-r-run huh-home a-a-and I-I-I'll b-be f-fine, I-I p-promise!!"

"Gerard, you're injured, you'll just hurt yourself!" Frank frowned. "Don't be nervous, Gee."

"W-w-why d'you c-call me th-that?" Gerard started to cry. "I-I'm n-not nuh-nervous! J-just c-cause I h-have a s-strange vuh-voice, you th-think I'm..?"

"If you don't want me to look there then fine, sweetie. But I'll have to call your mother to tell her about this, okay?" Frank responded, calmly.

"N-now y-y-you w-want to t-talk about m-my m-mother?" he bawled. "S-she wuh-was a g-great p-p-person, s-s-s-so s-shut the f-f-fuck uh-up!"

"Gerard, please calm down. I didn't mean to say anything offensive," Frank cooed. "I know those jocks must've hurt you and I just need to call your mo--" he was cut off.

"A-are y-y-y-you g-going t-to m-m-make f-fun o-of m-my s-s-stutt-er-er t-too?" Gerard ranted loudly. "Y-y-you're j-just like th-them, F-Frank!"

"I'm sorry, Gerard. I'm sorry," Frank corrected. "I wont call her, okay? But, if you die, I'll kill you."

Frank smiled. So did Gerard.

Notes

I just found out a couple of my previous bullies are coming to my new school in September -_-but um c: new chapter yay!!