Forget About The Dirty Looks.

Gerard's POV
I walk to Martin's office, not bothering to knock, just stumbling in. He's in there, and it looks like he's only just got in.
When I barge in, he looks up at me startled. He relaxes when he sees it's me, but his eyes are worried.
"What is it, Gerard? Is it Frank?" I nod, sitting down in the chair. I can still feel the blood on my hands.
"We need to do the operation tomorrow." He looks shocked at my words, I mean it was only yesterday that I was begging for longer. He sits down in his chair, his coat still on.
"Why?"
"He.. coughed up a shit ton of blood again. It was so scary, Martin.. All the fucking blood.. It was fucking everywhere.." I shudder, the thought of the blood making a wave of nausea wash over me. Martin mutters something, it sounded like a curse.
"This is bad... Tomorrow would be best.. I think that if we leave it longer than that, things will go very wrong." I nod at him.
"We need to tell him they've found a donor, don't we? He needs time to prepare... This is a big deal for him, he's going to think we have a future together... Fuck.. He's going to be so fucking happy.."
Guilt. I'm giving him this liver, just to make him think we have a future, just for his happiness to be ripped away. Shit... His face when we tell him there's a donor. I don't think I'll be able to handle it. He'll be so excited...
Oblivious to the inner turmoil I'm experiencing, Martin smiles at me, albeit a small one.
"We'll have to tell him in a few hours, I have a big meeting that I need to get to," He looks at the clock hanging up, and winces slightly. "The meeting that I am late too.." He gathers up some paper and shoves them into a briefcase. "Meet me here in around... three hours. If I'm not here, wait. Don't go and tell him now, I need to be there, too." I nod at him as he walks to the door.
"Bye, Martin." He waves at me, muttering a goodbye.
I have nothing to do for the next three hours. I don't really want to go back up to Frankie, he'll ask me why I suddenly ran out on him. I don't really walk into town, I could bump into Craig. My best bet is to go home, I even have enough money to catch a bus.
I catch the bus, but I had to wait thirty minutes until it came. There was barely anybody on there, and I made it through the journey without yelling or cussing anybody out. I couldn't stand the smell, though, it smelled like somebody had had a piss on a three week old Raccoon.
I was glad when I got off, I didn't have to use my t-shirt as a mask to keep away the smell anymore. I let myself in, heading straight down to my room. I thought about getting something to eat, but my stomach told me no. I just fell onto my bed, set an alarm and fell asleep.

I woke up to the annoying sound of the alarm right next to my ear. I turned it off, and looked at the time. Shit, I'm nearly late. I have to get to the hospital within twenty minutes otherwise Martin might tell Frankie on his own.
I run upstairs, pull on my boots and run out, getting my car keys out. I sit in the car for a minute, catching my breath. If I wasn't going to die in a day, my new year's resolution would be to get healthier, and to maybe quit smoking.
I start the car and drive to the hospital, getting there with about five minutes to spare. I get to his office in about three minutes, and when I get there, he's not there. I sit down on the chairs in the waiting area and wait.
Martin appears, ten minutes later, his face slightly flushed. He looks like he's been running. Or, he's just had sex in a storage cupboard or something. I hope it's not the latter...
I walk over to him, greeting him with a smile. I'm already tense, thinking about what we're about to do. I hate lying to Frankie.
"Sorry if I kept you waiting, Gerard. The meeting ran over." I shake my head at him, and he begins walking. We get to Frank's room in silence. We don't bother knocking on the door, we just walk in.
Frankie looks up surprised, and when he sees me he sighs.
"Gerard! Where have you been? I was worried about you..." His voice is still a little whisper, and he winces when he speaks. I walk to his side and give him a hug, feeling him relax as I do. I kiss both of his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, and then his lips, making him smile.
"I'm sorry, Frankie.." He shakes his head at me, telling me that it's okay. I smile at him, kissing his nose again.
I feel a presence behind me and stand up. I feel a hand on my shoulder.
"We have some great news for you, Frank," He looks at Martin, his eyebrows raised. "We've found a donor!" Frank's face is blank for a minute, then a huge smile spreads across his lips. He stares at the two of us, his mouth slightly ajar. I try to force a smile, and it works, kind of.
"You're kidding me? Aren't you?" I shake my head at him, making his smile widen.
"We're not, Frank. Your operation is tomorrow, if that's okay?" Martin sits in one of the chairs, and I do the same. As I do, I let my smile drop because Frank can't see my face. It's back on when I look up, though.
"Holy shit..." He's still smiling, and a dreamy look is in his eyes. "Gerard, this is fucking great! Oh my God... Fucking hell.." I cringe at his excitement, knowing he'll be the complete opposite of this in a day.
"Yeah, it's really great!" I can practically taste the falseness, I can only hope Frankie doesn't.
"Oh my God..." I think he's going into shock or something...
"Yes, this is great. There will be risks, though," Frank's not really listening to Martin, he's too caught up in his excitement. "It's a pretty low percentage, but you could still die, but there's that risk in almost every surgery, so don't worry. Actually, there aren't really any other risks.. It's a pretty straight forward surgery, if done correctly..." He trails off, thinking to himself. "Oh, yeah.. It'll take you a week or two to be able to go home, and we need to check your mental stability. This whole mess was caused by a failed suicide attempt wasn't it?" I answer for Frank, who is still in a daze of excitement. "Okay... Well, we're done here, I guess. It'd be best for you to go home, Gerard.." He lowers his voice and leans towards me. "It would be nice for you to spend your last night with your family, you'll have tomorrow with Frank." I nod at him, realizing I haven't spent any time with them recently, the thoughts leading to even more guilt.
I lean in to Frank, trying to get his full attention. I end up having to flick his nose..
"I have to go, Frankie. My mom wants me," He pouts at me. "I'll see you tomorrow, though." I lean in and kiss him, it doesn't last long because Martin is still in the room. When I pull away, he pouts again. I chuckle at him and kiss his nose. I like the face he pulls after I do it, his nose crinkles up and he looks adorable.
"You're adorable, you know that, right?" He blushes, shaking his head.
"No, I'm not! I'm... manly." I laugh at him, kissing his nose again.
"Yes, you are.." He shakes his head again, a smile making it's way onto his lips.
"Goodbye, Gee. I love you." I stand up, smiling.
"I love you, too, Frankie, see you tomorrow." I wave slightly, making my way to the door. I glance back when I walk through and catch him staring at my ass. I laugh at him, making him look at me, and he blushes.

Notes

Gerard's twitter is amazing, like, seriously. Some of his fucking tweets.. Oh, God.

I'd say there's maybe.. Three chapters left.. I don't know..