Return To Me, My Love

I wake up to raised voices and when I force my eyes open I see Ian and Frank standing to the side of the room, both of them arguing and I see Franks hands are clenched into fists at his sides, his face twisted in anger. "You don't fucking deserve him and you never did" Ian spits and this sends Frank over the edge, his hands coming up to shove against Ian's chest, sending Ian stumbling back a few steps and I sigh softly before saying "Fucking stop it right now." Neither of them acknowledge my plea and Ian charges at Frank, swinging a punch which Frank dodges before he throws himself at Ian, knocking him to the floor before Frank drops down onto him and starts punching him repeatedly, Ian struggling against him and I can't take it any longer, ignoring the jolts of pain shooting through me as I slide myself to the edge of the bed, slowly sitting up shifting around to stand, easing myself off the side of the bed and as my feet touch the floor I feel my legs buckle underneath me, my whole body falling to the floor and I scream out in pain, my vision going black for a few seconds and the next thing I know there are hands grabbing at me, lifting me back onto the bed as I scream in pain, tears streaming down my cheeks until the pain suddenly starts to fade and I open my eyes to see the doctor standing beside the bed with an empty syringe. My whole body slowly starts to feel weightless, the pain leaving and I feel like I'm flying, my eyes closing for longer and longer each time I blink and I hear the doctor tell Frank and Ian to get out, both of them protesting until he threatens to call security. I force my eyes back open to see them crossing the room, Ian's nose bleeding down his chin and I take a deep breath before saying "Stop fighting." They both stop walking and turn to look at me and I say to the doctor "We need a minute and then they'll go." The doctor nods, eyeing Frank and Ian warily before he leaves the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

Once the doctor is gone Frank and Ian come back over to the bed, standing either side and Franks hand slides down to rest over mine, my arm on that side not broken and as his thumb starts to gently rub back and forth across my skin I say "I'm over this bullshit. I'm sick of seeing you two fight and it's been going on for far too long. You guys were best friends before I came back into Franks life and now that you guys are in a highly successful band this just isn't working anymore. I'm sorry for coming between you two and for letting this go on for so long but this is it. I can't take it any more and neither can your friendship if you plan to continue the band. I love both of you, in different ways but you're the two most important people in my life and I'm not going to be responsible for your fighting anymore. I don't want either of you, no matter who I pick someone gets hurt and the fighting just continues so I pick myself. Both of you need to go home and work out your differences and when I get out of here I won't be coming back to the apartment." I glance up at Franks face, shock written all over it and when I turn my head to look at Ian he's wearing a matching expression. "Babe just think about this and...." "I have Frank, this isn't working anymore and I think after everything that's just happened you should understand why we need distance." We all remain silent for a few minutes before I slur out "You both need to go now and no more fighting," almost ready to pass out as the morphine clouds my mind and I hear a choked off sob before warm, moist lips press softly against mine, moving slowly as I force my eyes back open and I see its Frank kissing me. I move my lips, kissing back as much as I can and a few seconds later when Frank pulls back I see Ian has left the room already. "I love you" Frank whispers, tears streaming down his face and I swallow hard before saying "I know."

The next morning when I wake up Mikey is sitting beside the bed, a large coffee cup in his hand and I sigh as the scent hits me, eyeing the cup longingly. Mikey chuckles to himself as he grabs a smaller cup sitting on the table beside the bed, a straw sticking out of the lid already and I smile as I slowly ease myself up the pillows a little, half sitting as Mikey brings the cup up so I can have a drink, the coffee strong and slightly bitter and I feel it warm me from the inside as it goes down. After I pull away Mikey goes to sit the cup back down but I slowly bring my non broken arm up to take the cup for myself, my grip a little shaky but the lid stops the coffee from spilling out onto me. I slowly bring the cup down to rest against my thigh and Mikey picks his own cup back up before saying "You did the right thing." I nod, thinking about it and finding that I feel a little better emotionally. "How were they?" I ask, wondering what happened after they left and Mikey says "I didn't see Ian but Frank is a wreck. He left for the airport this morning and....well it doesn't matter, he'll be fine." I nod, feeling a small twinge of guilt before I remember that his actions drove us to this point. "So what are your plans now?" I sigh softly before saying "I guess I'll come back home for a while, try and find a job." "You know Pete and I are looking for a new apartment in the city, we could always use an extra roomie and Petes got a few cute single friends." I choke out a giggle, my ribs protesting painfully before I say "Um yes and no, thanks." Mikey chuckles to himself before we fall into a comfortable silence again, sipping at our coffees until the doctor comes around to check on me again, telling me that I can be discharged later in the afternoon.

Notes

So the majority of you seemed to be in agreement that Gee needed space so I'm not really sure the direction the next few chapters will go in while he takes time for himself.....maybe someone new will come along