Love Is Insanity

FRANKS' POV:
'The morning after the accident.'
My eyes adjusted to meet the light of the lamp lit hospital room. My bones ached like hell, and i could see my leg had been hooked up on a support rope. I groaned loudly, attempting to sit up, but realising it wasn't possible with the condition i was in. I decided to just lie and wait, whilst i fell apart in this fucking hell-hole of a room.
"Mr.Iero your breakfast is here." A blonde woman pushed a trolley of frosties into the room, and placed the on the hanging table in front of me with a coffee. I smiled weakly as she pushed a button on my bed, which pushed my head up nearer to my cereal.
"I have been told your friends Mikey and Ray, and your boyfriend Gerard will be coming soon. Im pretty sure its after lunch."
"He's not my boyfriend, were just friends.." I scowled into the bowl of cereal, as i brought the cold milk to my mouth.
"Oh...i just thought he was, with the way he begged us if he could stay with you last night."
He wanted to stay with me overnight? I felt really guilty about how concerned he was about the accident i had. My bones ached even more now, as i thought back to why i got hit in the first place. As i began to think back, the nurse just left, after realising i wasn't interested in her conversation.
The whole reason i got into the accident, was because i realised something. It was amazing, and after the realization, a giant buzz ran through me, and i felt like screaming it out to the world. The realization was...that i loved Gerard. The heap of mess i had met in singing lessons, who cared about my talent and who i was. The guy who told me his whole life story when we had only just met. The boy who got kicked out of his apartment, but couldn't give shit because he was a starting a new life with his best friend. He was happy for me and himself, and always reminded me of how happy he was that i was with him. Gerard was the piece in my heart that was missing. I had spent all my life waiting for someone, and always bumping into the wrong person. This time i was oblivious of it, until yesterday. He had come out in the freezing cold of the evening to a dark forest to find me. He then sprained both ankles helping me get out. To finish it off, he had held my hand and led me out of the dark. I then had realised where i stood with him, and how much he truly meant to me. I didn't know i was gay, but he had made me. He was the only person that could make my face go red and butterflies flutter in my stomach when i thought of him. He was the only guy who i thought was the most perfect person on earth, for he had truly saved me and my life. My feet would curl, and muscles would spasm when we touched. I guess this feeling wasn't normal for me, and thats why i wanted to be with him so badly. Especially today, where i was just getting milk all over my lap because of the pain of moving my arms. I wanted him near me to help me through this, i loved his company...and him.
"Gerard...fuck man!" I yelled throwing my spoon back into the bowl, and falling back onto the baggy cushions. Where was he, and what was he doing? Was he thinking about me? My feet curled inwards again, as i thought of his smooth pale face, and cute flicks of blonde hair sculpting that beautiful face. Those lightly chiseled cheek bones, and awkward smile that i found both extremely hot! I was beginning to have this really obsessive attraction for him, and i was scared to confess because of rejection. Even though i had only started think about him this way, it had become unhealthy.
GERARD'S POV:
Last night had killed me to see Frank that way, and leave him in a state. A medic had come in shortly after for a explanation of the event. I was lost for words though, and just told him all i knew. That Frank had stopped in the road, obviously lost in thought, and got caught up in everything. The medic looked slightly pissed with my short answer, but got me to sign a contract and left. Me, Mikey and Ray had a long discussion about what had happened, and decided we needed to see Frank as soon as possible. I was going to stay the night in the hospital with Frank, but after begging forever, they refused i should because of Franks' condition, and how mentally unstable i was acting. We decided to see him after lunch, under Mikey's condition that we brought skittles for Frank to eat.
So now we were just ready to leave out of their mansion, with Mikey's bag full to the brim with limited edition skittles.
"Lets go boys, i think we've got everything!" Mikey chimed, and began to skip out onto the road to his ferrari.
"Your such a kid Mikes." Ray giggled, climbing into the seat next to Mikey. He looked up and gave Ray a stern look.
"You wouldn't have it any other way though." He prodded Ray, and they both began to get lost in an obscene tickle fight. I watched in a daze, as the pair got lost in eachothers eyes, and started making out. I looked away, and blocked my hand from the view of them together.
"EEW no! Please stop." They both sat back up, and as if nothing happened, Mikey began to head to the hospital in the car. Their faces were red, and i don't believe they wanted their faces to be so heated. My comment had obviously embarassed them to a certain extent.
"Right were here!" We all got out, and as we walked to the doors, Mikey caught up at my pace and whispered to me.
"Sorry about that scene, you'll know what it's like when you fall in love." I pulled my head back, and went red from the comment he made. After that, Frank was stuck in my mind, and i felt a rush of heat flush into my body. This definetely wasn't normal.
"Can i help you?" A tall bold women asked. She wore red lipstick, and held her head high, as her black hair fell down into a high ponytail.
"Were here to see Frank Iero please.." I said before any of them could answer.
"Of course, room 54." She spoke softly, and reminded us to knock as to not scare the patient. We then left, and walked the never ending flight of steps, in the desolate white corridors. I think it must of been half an hour before we managed to reach the door to the room that was his. I was scared to knock and walk in. I imagined him, bleeding raw and breathing needingly for air, and it scared me to the death. My fingers still reached the wooden door, and i shook violently before entering. There, i turned around to see him lying there...
"Frank..." His body was slumped on the bed, his leg hanging on nothing more than a thin rope, with a cast running up near his thigh. His arms clicked in as he turned to see me. His hair was greasy, and curled every possible way, and his eyes were bloodshot. Even though he was in such an awful state, he still managed a full smile...at me!
Everything came rushing to me at once. I realized why my heart was beating so fast, and why butterflies were flapping away at the pit of my stomach. I realized every time i thought of him and saw him my knees would reduce to jelly, and i would feel the need to hold him in my arms endlessly. It was all hitting me in the face at once...i loved him. I had always figured the time would come where i would realize my feelings for him. I never thought, however, that it would be with him lying in a hospital bed because of me. Then the tears came, and they dripped all down the fabric of my top. They carved my already blotchy pink cheeks, and slid down my lips. I sucked in a breath, for i knew nothing would help. I would just have to cry in front of him now, in a heap of my own distraught.
"G-Gerard.." He wheezed, and reached out his hand.
"Oh Frank!" I spoke, and ran the short distance to his bed. I slid my arms round his waist, and buried my head in his neck. I smelt all of his scent, and took in the warmth of his breath on the flesh of my cheek. I really did care, and love him. I was so glad he was alive, and i was glad i was her with him.
"A-ah, G-gee i-it hurts." He winced, and i pulled back, stroking the back of my neck in shame.
"Sorry, just glad your alive." He smiled, and closed his eyes slightly. You could tell he was tired. Why couldn't i just reach forward now, and take his hand in mine. Why couldn't i just pull him into my grasp, and kiss those soft chapped lips of his better. I wanted the feeling of his touch, and him wanting me. I sighed, but kept the thought to myself, and sat next to him.
"I'm glad you came, it's soooo broing here!" I laughed at his comment, and shuffled in my chair nearer to him.
"What happened to make you so lost in thought?" My hand clenched the cloth of the bed sheets, and i held back the rest of my tears, staring at his weak frame. His eyes were fluttering up and down, and i was sure he would soon fall asleep.
"I had an amazing realization..t-t-that i lo-" I was leaning forward before he stopped his sentence, and had dozed off. His eyes were tight closed, and his nose was wrinkled in thought. It was almost like he wasn't asleep. I felt lost and sad that i didn't know why he got hit. What does i lo mean? I was close to screaming, but instead i ran out, and didn't wait for Mikey and Ray to follow behind me.

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