Heart-Shaped Box (Frerard)

"Frankie.." Gerard whimpered and don't think for a second Mikey didn't hear him. It was the first word he had spoken in weeks; since Frank stalked coldly out of the house when all the wanted to do was embrace Gerard in a tight hug. Gerard was hardly awake, and when he was he was either sobbing or moaning - not that him being asleep was much different. He had actually convinced himself that Frank was there, that it was Frank touching him. Mikey couldn't help but feel sorry for his older brother.
"Gee....you have therapy soon.." Mikey told his usually quiet brother, touching his shoulder.
"Can Frankie come?" Gerard murmured hoarsly, looking up at Mikey through a sheet of black, greasy hair. Mikey, knowing Gerard wasn't talking about the REAL Frank, but the one he made up in his head, nodded.
"Of course, Gee." He smiled gently and Gerard grinned stupidly back, turning to the wall.
"Hear that Frankie? You get to come in this time!" He giggled excitedly. "Mikey promised!" He added happily.
"Frankie asked me to tell you that he's thankful." Gerard grinned stupidly. "Can't you hear him?" Mikey shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Gee. I can't." Gerard frowned before shrugging and sighing deeply. "Tell him I'm glad. I love you, Geebear."
"Love you too, Mikes." Gerard smiled gently, pushing hair away from his face. He seemed weirdly happy today. "Does this mean I have to shower?" Gerard whimpered, sticking out his bottom lip and widening his eyes.
"No, Gee." Mikey smirked, rolling his eyes at his older brother's childishness. "Not if you don't want to."
"Thank you, Mikey." Gerard murmured, holding out his hand. "Y'know, I think Frankie is jealous of you." Gerard murmured, softly, rubbing patterns along the back of his brother's hand. "I don't know why, though. I love him. And I love you too, you're my brother and you're helping me, right..?"
"Of course, Gee. Always, baby." Mikey swallowed a lump in his throat.
"Frankie doesn't want you to call me that." Gerard frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. "He's scaring me, Mikes." Gerard whimpered sadly, his bottom lip shaking and his hands getting clammy. "He's saying such bad, bad things. Mikey, help me.." Gerard gasped, falling into Mikey's arms as his body went limp.
"Gee?" Mikey shook him. "Gerard?!" His voice shook with panic. "Ohmygod, Gerard! Answer me!" His voice was rising each time he spoke, his body shaking.
"Hello, Gerard." Said an icy tone. It was spoken from Gerard's unconscious body, but in no way was THAT his brother. In that moment, Mikey wished he never asked "Gerard" to speak.

Notes

"We're all insane here~"