It's Not a Fashion Statement

franks pov
I walked down the alleyways in search for the fucking dumb ass. I can’t believe he would get himself in such a mess over what he did. I’m not even bothered anymore about hat happened.

It’s getting late. It’s now half seven and the sky is clouding over with the night. I can already see the moon out.
Maybe he went home whilst we were looking for him. I don’t know, but this is no fucking use. It’s dark, and soon I won't be able to see a thing. Alleyways sure aren’t the best place to be either. I turn back and make my way to where Andy promised to meet me, until something grabs my foot and I scream.

I try to shake my leg, but the grip is too firm.
I look down and I can’t see the person. They’re just sitting under a big black coat with various bottles smashed around them.

“Please help-“
I stop struggling and crouch down next to them. I lift the coat up and Gerard is lying half conscious on the floor.
Fucking idiot.
“Gerard you moron. You have no idea how fucking worried I’ve been. Andy and I have been searching for you all fucking day-“
“Please. I’m cold-“
I stand back and examine the situation. And how the fuck am I going to do this? I try to shout Andy a few times, but I know it’s no use as he went the opposite way.

I sit him up and wrap his coat around him. He’s practically lifeless. His eyes are closed and his breathing is shallow and slow. His head droops and his body is slouched against the wet stone walls.

“Can you stand? Even a bit?” he doesn’t reply.
Y'know what would be really nice right now? A fucking phone.
I search in his pockets, but all I can find are pills, cigarettes, and a few bottle lids.
He’s taken fucking ecstasy too.
“Gerard, do you have a phone with you?”
I try to shake him and talking to him, but his eyes are closed and all he can do is shrug. I search in his back pockets then his front, but still no phone, only his car Looks like I’m going to have to do this the hard way.

I lay him down and slide my arms under him, picking him up. Fuck, he is heavy. Not that he overweight, or anything, but a sixteen year old very small for his age boy carrying a drunk, drugged, unconscious, full grown man, who is shaking manically, is not the easiest thing, I tell you.

I lift him up, carrying him almost bridal style in my arms. His head is knocked back and his breathing has slowed even more. Panic starts to rise, the situation suddenly dawning on me.

I’m down one road, when I nearly drop him, so I nudge him back up by using my knee. I start sweating and getting extremely tired, trying to find the strength in me to get him to where Andy said to meet. I start to run now, deciding it was way too late to still be round here. I feel like I could pass out, my legs and arms are weak, and my lungs are filled with cold air. I feel as though I could puke up blood, the taste lingering in my mouth.

“Frank? FRANK! Jesus, how are you doing that?” I spot Andy at the end of the road. As tired as I am, I feel good that I have actually carried Gerard all this way.
Only a bit more to go.

I finally reach the end of the road where Andy is trying to get reception to call an ambulance, when I remember feeling Gerard’s keys in his back pocket. I fish them out and throw them at Andy; he catches them and unlocks the car. He gets into the drivers seat whilst I climb into the back seat with Gerard on my lap. I tuck hair behind his ears and sit him up, hugging him from behind.
I feel myself tear up.
His eyes are shut and he’s shaking really badly, and it’s really fucking scary.

I try talking to him and calming him, the shivers occasionally going down, but starting up again soon after.

“Andy please hurry-“
Even if I didn’t know him, having someone shaking and gasping for air on your lap is fucking terrifying.
“Gerard shh, please, please just hang on, please calm down-“
I talk slowly to him and annunciate each word as much as I possibly can, but it’s kind of hard when you’re freaking out as well.

His eyes are only slightly open, his pupils huge and dilated. His breath fucking reeks, and his hands are sticky from alcohol. I decide to take his tie off and loosen his shirt a bit more, hoping he will find it easier to get the air into his lungs. I pull his tie off and now only one button is holding his shirt together. He’s clutching tight onto me now, as I stroke down his back, trying to comfort him, or at least calm him slightly.

“Quick!”
The car stops and Andy swings open the door for me, and then running into the hospital, I chase after him, still carrying Gerard. Y’know, it would’ve been nice for him to help me carry him. Though, I don’t think it’s exactly the best time to make sarcastic comments.

We’re led to a private room, when Gerard’s taken off me and strapped into a stretcher. Andy and I follow closely behind, exchanging looks of worry.

We sit on two chairs in the room, whilst Gerard has several different needles and tubes poked into him. We haven’t been asked to leave yet, so we're going to stay until we are. There’s about four doctors stood around him, each shouting complicated numbers and abbreviations. They’re rushing around and attaching different masks and running different tests on him, until there is a loud shriek from Gerard. I shuffle closer to Andy, looking up at him with big eyes and anxiety bubbling inside of me. He wraps an arm around me to comfort me and looks back at me with worry in his eyes. Gerard shakes on the bed, gasping and crying out in pain. It’s the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen. Now I know why people aren’t usually allowed in whilst patients are being doctored.

“What’s happening?” I stutter out, gripping onto Andy’s T-shirt.
“He’s just scared of needles, that’s all. He’ll be okay,” I nod, though Andy looks as though he is trying to convince himself more than me.

This is like a nightmare. It’s awful. He looks like he is being electrocuted. Well, I know I’m never ever taking any sort of drugs, ever. I choke out and look away, burying my head in Andy’s neck. I can’t bear to watch.

Notes

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