Mute

Frank's pov*
Soon after Gerard's seizure, I begin to feel sick. I didn't defend him, and that bothers me.
I'm an awful person.
Gerard wakes up eventually, nervous as fuck. He looks terrified.
Mom just stepped out about ten minutes ago to get a coffee. I'm alone with Gerard. Joy. Well, not like that. I mean like joy. I couldn't defend him, and now I have to face him. Joy.
Tears find their ways out of his eyes as he realizes he's in a hospital. He looks at me like I'm a stranger, which makes me nervous.
I get up and approach his bed. He sits up, just barely.
"Hey, Gee," I say weakly. His expression goes blank like I'm not talking to him. He looks like I have never met him.
"Are you okay? You really worried me, man!" I chuckle nervously.
I sigh, remembering that okay or not, he isn't going to respond.
The door opens, mom entering with a coffee in hand.
"You're up! Thank God!" She says to Gerard. Gerard looks panicked and I want to hug him so badly. But I don't.
"God, the doctors are convinced that you can't talk because of your head!" mom tries to lighten the mood. "And they won't believe Frank or I when we explain that you don't talk..."
I shake my head and walk back to the chairs, slouching sadly.
Mom sits beside me quietly.
Gerard's eyes meet mine, and for once, he doesn't look away in fear. His eyes stay trained on me. I smile weakly, his face staying blank. My head falls down as I give up with trying to get him to like me.
He doesn't, and won't ever, like me. I don't blame him... I'm just... Here...
Mom doesn't seem to notice my feelings and takes out her phone and taps the screen rhythmically.
I look back to the frail boy across from me.
He falls back onto his pillow, sighing sadly.
I feel his pain... I let my head fall back against the wall, closing my eyes tightly.

Notes

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