Would You Still Care?

*Gerard*
As soon as the nurses started wheeling Frank's barely breathing form away from me, I broke down. I had to be held back from chasing after him, I couldn't help it. He reminds me too much of my little brother, god, I miss him. Mikey was my best friend, my only friend. Now that he's gone, I have only memories, and the one coming to mind isn't a good one. I remember being in the same position now, as I was a little over a year ago.
Mikey was driving home from work, when a drunk driver swerved into the opposite lane of traffic. Mikey died upon impact, however, the drunk survived. How is that fair? My sweet little brother, who had so much life ahead of him, had to end like that. He was my everything. We were all we had, mom and dad wanted nothing to do with us, claiming we were a burden. Suddenly, when one of their sons die, then they care, fuck them.
"Sir?" I looked up, finding the source of the voice. It was Maurice, the check in lady, she looked kind of nervous, which was concerning, considering.
"Yes?" I asked, my concern evident in my voice.
"The young man you brought in, just got done with his surgery.." She spoke softly as she looked down at her clipboard. "It appears that he stabbed through his lung, he's in stable condition, but he can't have visitors at this time. You can go home, if you'd like, we will take good care of him here." I shook my head. I'm not going to leave him in this hell hole, at least, not alone.
"Please can I see my little brother? He's all I have..." Was it believable enough of a lie? Considering the best part of believe is the 'lie'? I said looking down at my shoes, fake tears going down my cheeks and landing on my shoe. Being in Peter Pan when I was younger sure helped me improving my improv.
"Ugh... I'm really not supposed to do this..." Maurice said bitting down on her bottom lip. "You know what, had I been in your situation, I would have wanted to see my sibling too. So, fuck it. You have to promise me not to tell anyone." I shook my head again.
"Thank you so much!" I utter kind of stunned that I wouldn't have to sneak into his room.
"You're welcome. Frank's in room 303, just go up a level and take a left.
"Thanks again." I said as I started towards Frank's room. Soon, I was pushing open the door. Seeing his still form brought a tugging to my heart, it hurt. I didn't like seeing him so broken, so defenseless. Frank had bruises on his face and a nasty black eye, from where his dad must have slugged him. I don't even want to imagine the sorry state his chest must be in. Just thinking of his father had me fuming, that man should be put away. No body, no body should ever be able to treat anyone like this. That awful man should be put away.
I leaned against Frank's hospital bed, just staring into his battered features. Even broken and worn out, he was beautiful, perfect even. How could anyone hate someone as innocent as Frank? I turned around, pulling a chair up to my ass and sitting down. Grabbing Frank's hand in mine, I began rubbing soft circles into it.
"Please be okay, promise me you are." I felt his hand in my twitch a bit.
"Shut up, can't you tell I'm trying to sleep." Frank said opening one eye and looking at me. I rolled my eyes, 'Morning sleeping beauty.' being the phrase that came to mind.
"Do you need anything? Do you feel okay?" I asked, like a mother caring after her child after they scraped their knee.
"It's not like I just got the shit kicked out of me, punctured a lung, and had surgery in one day." He said sarcastically.
"Oh, thanks smart ass. A simple no, would have worked." I said with equal the amount of sass he used.
"Thank you." Frank said looking up at me from his lashes, blushing a little.
"For what? I'm sure you would have done the same for me." He nodded, although, still grateful. I yawned, stretching out my arms as far as they could go.
"You can go, you know. Don't just stay here for me, I'll just waste your time." Franks said looking away from me and out the window.
"You're not a waste of my time. I'm going to stay here, with you, until I can bring you home. Not your house, mine, I don't want you near that sperm donor, you're forced to call a father. He's more a monster than anyone I've known." After I said that Frank broke down, seems like a common theme today.
"Thank you, and don't give me that 'I'm sure you'd do it for me' crap. Just say 'You're welcome', because you know what, Gerard? Nobody has been that kind to me in years, and it feels so good to know that someone actually cares. Thank you." Frank said between sobs and breathy intakes of air. I smiled at him, brushing the tears off of his cheeks. When someone cries at the kindness at others, they need to be protected because the world hasn't been a kind place to such a fragile soul. I will protect Frank, until death gives me peace and I'm buried in my graveyard.
"You're welcome." I uttered, gripping his hand in mine and hearing his heart monitor beep a little faster.

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