Alternative Treatment?

Gerard rushed to the sidewalk and grabbed my hand. "We got to get outta here, Frankie," he told me, and in some time we were back at the hotel. I watched him pack everything (well, not that there was much to pack) and slipped that classic fedora over my head. He threw them aimlessly in my car, shifting the key in the slot.

After a while, a question started to burn in my mind. "What happened?"

My eyes changed direction from the window to Gerard's unusually pale face. He handed me a cancer stick and a lighter. "Light that up for me, hun," he mumbled, placing these dark shades over his eyes. I rolled my eyes and did as told, and he even let me get a taste.

The smoke escaped my lips. "You didn't answer me."

"He might still be out there, though..." Gerard stared at the restaurant through the stained window. "I should've known he lived around here, I should've known."

"Who lives around here?"

"Bert."

Notes

short chapter :/ well, I guess Bert and Gerard have some history together... *dun dun dun*