i think he likes you, man

Frank POV
I could hear muffled talking on the right side of me and a more distant voice to the left. What felt like a shudder of electricity ran through my spine and I could make out a bright light behind my closed eyes. Am I dead? Am I hearing Jesus? Am I Jesus? Jesus?
My head was pounding. I let my eyes focus on the half-blinding baby blue walls in what I assumed to be hospital. I caught the door closing, then pushed myself up on my hands. I could hear a faint sobbing from the corner, and I looked up to see a pale, tired looking Gerard curled up in a chair. He was crying into his jacket and hadn't noticed me staring at him.
"Gerard.." I coughed, making myself known to be...well. Alive. I guess. I can't have been out that long? It wasn't too serious I guess...
His red, swollen eyes looked across the room and met my equally red eyes. His face lit up and he ran straight to me, sniffling. He snuggled his face into my neck and held my head to his chest, protectively.
" oh my god. Oh my god. You're okay?" He held my shoulders at arms length and I smiled back at him. He stared at my face for a minute, like I was a painting. But I wasn't, I was a human.
"what?" I laughed as he scanned my probably blood-stained face.
"he didn't fuck your face up...at all..." He whispered. Flattery? I don't know.
"well, that's a relief. Cant mess with perfection, hmm?" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. I sounded so fucking cocky. But he didn't think so. I managed to score a smirk and a long, passion-filled kiss.
"you taste gross" he giggled, his lips still pretty much on mine.
"you can talk, I've been dead" I smirked back, and his laugh turned to a frown.
I stroked his hair and ran my hand down his beautifully pale face.
"I actually thought you were dead. I had to run you all the way here, from school. It hurt so bad, and I was crying like a fucking 5 year old, covered in your blood. Oh man, the things I do for you" I looked at him in mild horror.
"you ran here?!" I knew PE was definitely not his strongest point, at all. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him again. I felt so bad, poor thing. I didn't mean to pass out.
"how long has it been anyway?" I yawned. It was still pretty light outside, bonus.
"uhh. 4 hours." Gerard looked at me like he just stole the last cookie.
"shit...sorry." I bit my lip ring.
"frank..." He started to talk but trailed off.
"no, what?"
"I love you" Gerard held both my hands. He treated it like he was making a commitment, and in a way he was.
"I love you more"
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Gerard POV
Hours went by. I got bored. I cried for a long time. I cried when i got there, I cried whilst waiting in the ward, I cried when I saw him in his pale, drained looking unconscious state. And I got a fuckload of texts from Hayley, Ray, Pete and Brendon, all saying the exact. Same. Damn. Thing.
"are you and Frank okay? Heard he passed out. Where are you? are you dead? Do you need anything? Everyone is talking about it."
I didn't reply to any of them. It was like lighting a match in a room full of gas. Gossip does tend to spread very, very quickly. As soon as I was allowed back into the room where Frank was, I immediately went to his bedside and cuddled his little sleeping body. My tears sank into his bloody shirt and I watched him sleep for a while before residing to the chair in the corner. That chair became my best friend. It was comfy and by the radiator. Frank had told me all about finding the perfect place to sit, so I took his kind-of advice.
After frank woke up and I told him all the shit that had happened that day, after he woke up properly and after I stopped bawling my eyes out, we sat on the bed and made out for a while. I mean, sure we were in the middle of a hospital but you know. Least we're not at school. He ran his hands through my knotted hair and I pulled him into my chest. I think it was fair to say that he was pretty much fine to go home now. My heart came up to my throat when I heard the door creak open.
"oh-um. Hi, Frank. I see you're awake... I was just checking. You can leave soon, give it another half hour." the kind looking lady caught us in the middle of it, um, oops? I didn't know if it was some sort of offence, but she seemed okay with it.
"oh, sorry, thank you" frank pushed me off him for a minute.
"you know, you should be thanking this one here for bringing you in" she smiled at me and I smiled back.
"ah, yeah. I am really grateful" Frank looked at me. And so he was.
"I hope you don't mind me saying- you two are really cute together. Its so sweet how you care about each other so much." She smiled and we both beamed back and giggled. Nice to know someone supports us. She left the room, her presence still kind of there, and we went straight back to what we did for the next half an hour.

Notes

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