Mute

Frank's pov*
Gerard's beginning to look weaker and weaker. After touching his head, and seeing the blood apon his fingers, he looks terrified.
"Gee, are you Okay?... Stay awake, okay?" I sit on the edge of his bed. He nods slowly, staying silent.
My voice is shaker than I intend. Gerard stares at me, a small, sacred expression crossing his path.
I sit him up and look at the wound. Fuck. That's a lot of blood.
I glance down at the now blood stained pillow. Gerard's eyes dart to the pillow, and instantly, he looks taken aback.
"Just sit up. It'll be okay...," I try to comfort him. Tears roll down his pale cheeks as he stares at the red pillow.
"Please, don't cry. It's okay," I rub his shoulder.
He flinches quickly. I pull my hand away. He cries even more, soon bringing his knees into his chest, wincing as his knees touch his ribs.
Thumps on the stairs, followed by the door flinging open startles both Gerard, and I.
Mom stands there, nervous.
"I'm my gosh!" is all Mom manages to say when she sees the wounded boy's head.
Within five or so minutes, the paramedics arrive.
A tall man dressed in white rushes in alongside a short, chubby man. They carry Gerard down the stairs quickly.
After putting him on a stretcher, they put him in the back of the ambulance. A look of horror crosses Gerard's face.
"Are either of you coming with us?" the taller man asks. Mom puts a hand on my shoulder.
"I'll meet you guys there," mom walks to her car. I sit down in the ambulance beside Gerard. He whines slightly.
The chubby man climbs into the front seat, and the skinnier of the two gets in the back.
He sits over Gerard.
"Can you hear me?" the man asks Gerard. Gerard nods, silent.

3rd person*
Linda drove to the hospital quickly, seconds behind the ambulance that held her son and foster child.
She followed the paramedics and Frank to a pale blue room that smelled of chemicals and Clorox wipes.
Gerard was laid down in bed, looking around nervously.
Frank and Linda sat down in two of the small, plastic chairs that were just barely seven feet from the bed.
A doctor soon came into the room, telling Linda that the head injury likely was prevented Gerard from speaking. Frank tried to explain that Gerard didn't talk, but to no avail. They insisted it was because of the head injury.
Gerard looked frail and weak, not to mention nervous as fuck.
Linda watched Gerard with caring eyes, Frank with horrified.
Linda knew that Gerard would be okay. So did Frank, but he was scared of what Gerard would think of him. He didn't exactly give a first good impression, or protect the defenseless boy.

Notes

Hey! What do you guys think of the chapter? I think it's at least DECENT.
Feel free to comment and all that jazz!
-gay llama