Midnight came around and Frank was still at Ray's house, bouncing a ball against the wall and catching it. Ray sat dialing Gerard's number over and over again, getting no response to his frequent calls.
"Where's 'Rard?" he muttered, taking the ball captive and hugging himself to it's small shape. Ray shook his head and paced the floor a few times. The only vehicle he owned was a pickup and he had no way to get Frank in there. He had considered the bed of the truck, but decided it would probably get pulled over somehow with his luck.
"I don't really know." Ray admitted, "But hey, it will be all right." he comforted, placing a hand on the arc of a black wing. Frank let his thoughts stir into a cocktail of worry.

Anger me twice, shame on you.
The last words uttered directly into his mind haunted him. He couldn't help but think something was really wrong. He couldn't help but know it was his own fault. A small worried whimper escaped through his lips and Ray came over to hug him gently.
"It will be all right."
Frank didn't respond, he just accepted the hug and put his head down on the older boy's shoulder. At that point, there was a knock at the door and Ray turned, walking the short length of the room and opening the door. Mikey stood just outside shivering.
"Mikes? What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Gerard didn't pick me up after school so I went to Alicia's. Then I decided I better figure out what is going on since nobody called. I called Gerard but he didn't answer so I started walking here. I figured id rather walk the mile here then the five miles home. I'm guessing you can't get ahold of him either since Frank is still here." he said, gesturing over Ray's shoulder.
"No. But I should probably get you guys home and find out what is going on." Ray replied, turning to Frank "Do you think you can stand the ride in the back of my truck?"
"Do I get to see 'Rard?"
"Yeah buddy, were going to find out if he is okay."
Frank was on his feet faster than light and ready to go. Mikey snickered under his breath despite the concern that was pulling at his emotions. The boys wrapped Frank in blankets (although it was painful on his wings) and tucked him against the cab of the truck.

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They unwrapped Frank and walked in tandem to the door. Ray knocked, but Mikey just pushed the door open mumbling 'fuck that this is my house too.' followed by Frank whispering an unsure 'and mine?'
The whole upper level seemed to be empty because all the lights were off, so Mikey led the way to the basement where Gerard lay on the bed.
"Gerard?" he muttered, shaking him gently.
"Rard?" Frank chorused, climbing on the bed and rocking his whole body. Panicked, Mikey reached for Gerard's arm, checking for a pulse.
"He's just unconscious." Mikey confirmed, "someone call an ambulance to come check him out."
Ray pulled out his phone out and walked upstairs. Leaving Mikey and Frank with Gerard. Frank sat with his ear pressed over Gerard's heart, rubbing his arm and calling his name gently. Mikey didn't know weather to laugh or not. It was not long until the 'whoop' of an ambulance was heard. Mikey's head snapped up.
"Fuck. Frank get in the closet." he yelled, pushing the other into the confined space. Frank sputtered a few syllables before closing the door just in time for two medics to come in.
"Is this him?" the first one asked.
"Yeah.." Mikey answered, although he could hear Frank mutter 'no shit' through the paneled closet door. Mikey elbowed it with a small bang and strut over to watch the medic check Gerard's eyes and signs. After a few minutes, he turned.
"Did he get into a fight or something?" he asked, putting his flash light in his chest pocket.
"Um not that we know of we just got home." Mikey answered.
"Well it looks like he hit the back of his head. He's not that hurt, he'll be okay in about an hour."
the second, female, medic smiled and passed a card to Mikey.
"You should give him this when he comes to." she winked. With that, they were gone. Frank barged out of the closet, taking the paper out of Mikey's hand which read -Anne 505-2518 . He immidiatly crumpled it in his hand and threw it on the mountain in the waistbasket before returning to Gerard's side.