Vision

After about an hour, three boxes of medical supplies and an inside look at Gerard’s ‘colorful’ vocabulary, I was as glued, taped and bandaged as I could be.
“Alright Chris, I think you are good to go. Dr. Gerard here, I am the fucking best.”
“Oh Doctor, you saved me!” I said in a mock valley girl voice.
We broke into a fit of giggles and Gerard went to get me a new shirt to put on.
“Hey Chris, I’m gonna need you to stand up so I can help you into this shirt, I’ll turn around while you get up I promise.”
“Sure thing Gerard, I trust you.”
I stood up slowly, careful not to move my shoulder too much. I grabbed the glasses off the bedside table and stood on the side of the bed behind Gerard.
“Okay, you can turn around now, I’m behind you.”
When Gerard turned around he was close enough that I could faintly feel his breath on the back of my neck. Just as he was going to pull the shirt over my head I heard the doorknob turn and my heart stopped. Before I could turn around the door opened and there stood a wide-eyed Brendon. All three of us stood frozen for a moment before Patrick came up behind Brendon; fortunately his short stature prevented him from seeing anything over Brendon’s shoulder other than my neck and head, but that didn’t stop him from hearing everything Brendon had to say.
“Gerard motherfucking Way. You fucking hypocrite! You tell me to be careful with her because ‘she’s delicate’ then you go and bang her? What the hell! We don’t even know her last name! She doesn’t even know her last name!”
“Brendon get the fuck out, I’m helping her change, dumbass!”
“Can you not do this right now? For fucks sake.”
“Wait, is that what’s happening?” Patrick chimed in.
“Out!” Gerard shouted from behind me.
“Wait! I still have no idea what’s going on! Is everyone okay? Who did what with who?” Without thinking, Brendon turned around giving Patrick a full view of the room, and of me.
“Oh! Fuck!” Patrick shouted as he covered his eyes and turned from the room without another word. I was completely humiliated, I turned around to face Gerard and fell into his chest. I didn’t even care that he had now seen me topless too I just needed some comfort. I wanted to scream and cry and throw a fit, but I couldn’t, I had to stop crying and make sense of the situation. I just met these men and I have already not only made a complete fool of myself by crying all the goddamn time, but now I flashed all three of them.
“Shh, it’s okay Chris.”
“No it’s not!” I spoke, trying not to shout, “Brendon thinks I’m a whore and Patrick probably hates me now! I shouldn’t even be here! I’m just some stupid, ugly girl you pulled off the street because you felt bad for me.”
Gerard pushed me off of him and held my shoulders tightly in his hands. I reached up to cover myself but Gerard grabbed my wrists and held them at my sides, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Christine, don’t you ever say that, ever. I don’t care what you look like or what your past is. Don’t ever think less of yourself because of stupid words. It doesn’t make a difference that you are in fact beautiful, even if you weren’t it wouldn’t matter; you are a smart, kind, and amazing girl. The guys could never hate you.” He took a step closer to me, are noses nearly touching, his voice breathy and quiet. “I could never hate you,” I closed my eyes and welcome the sensation of his hot breath on my face, “never.”
I didn’t hesitate even for a moment as Gerard pressed his lips against mine. His hands released my wrists and came to rest on my hips as my arms carefully grasped his shoulders. His lips were fit awkwardly with mine and he smelled like cigarettes and I couldn’t get enough of it.

Notes

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