It's Not a Fashion Statement

franks pov
I look up and wipe my eyes, curious about the sudden silence. Only the loud, steady beeps on the heart monitor sound throughout the room.
I turn around to see the doctors pull their masks down from their mouths, wiping their foreheads from sweat, smiling and nodding at each other.
I think they did it, I think Gerard will be okay.

Still, I’m never going to be rid of this, the fucking terror it was to watch him like that.
-
“Would you like something to drink sir? Can I get you a coffee?” a nurse asks me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I try to reply, but I can’t manage to force any words out. Andy notices and helps out for me, replying with ‘yes please’. I smile and nod, as she leaves exchanging a smile.

She comes back with the steaming mug and hands it to me, as I curl up in the seat and sip the warm goodness. It’s bitter, yet sweet, milky taste floods my mouth and warms me up immediately, calming my shakes. I let out a sigh and continue sipping the drink. I feel it slide down my throat, making my insides tingle, refreshing my mouth and filling my empty stomach. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday morning. I’m used to not eating, on the streets I’d have at most one meal a day. But now I know I can have food, it makes me a lot hungrier.

We’ve been sitting in here for hours, just watching Gerard’s still body slowly rise up and down with every breath he takes. He still has loads of tubes attached to him, and various needles stuck in his arms. When he wakes up to see them poking into his flesh, he is going to flip. Serves him right to be honest.

I finish my coffee and place the mug down on the little wooden desk next to my chair. I stand up and walk over to Gerard’s bed and look at his lifeless form. He finally looks so peaceful. After the night of screaming and kicking around, he is finally getting some rest.

I’m angry as hell he did what he did. I know I’m not meant to be here to look after him and stop him from doing stupid things, but I can still be mad at him for relapsing into that shit. I’ve been so stressed, not to mention how physically hard it was to carry him all that way last night. And stay up watching him scream and cry. It’s pretty traumatic for both of us, Andy as well. Plus, I do care about Gerard. I want him to be well. I want to spend time with him, getting to know him even more and maybe even-

God frank, stop crushing on your boss.

I take more care looking at his still, pale body lying under the sheets. His jaw is clasped shut and his eyes are softly closed. His arms rest either side, his fingers slightly curling in towards his palm. A bit of his bright red hair has fallen into his face, so I tuck it behind his ear. No one else is in the room right now; I think Andy went to the toilet.

I sit on the edge of the bed; I can’t take my eyes off him. I always knew he’s attractive as hell, but now I’m really paying attention to every detail. It’s like overnight I’ve developed a crush?
It’s hard to explain. Don’t get me wrong, since the day we met (like a week ago now?) I knew he was kind, and a nice person, after letting me stay. But I didn’t consider anything happening between us because he is so out of my league… if you know what I mean? But now, I suddenly want to be with him all the time.

I could’ve left hours ago, but something is making me stay here with him. I don’t know.
This is confusing.

I go back to my seat and lean my head against the wall. I’m tired. I want some rest.

-

My head tilts forwards and I suddenly wake from my sleep. Ouch, my neck fucking wrecks. I stand up to stretch, a slight pain shooting up my back. Fuck, these chairs certainly aren’t the most comfortable.

I lift my arms over my head and yawn, a few of my joints cracking in the process.

“Frank?”
I turn my head instantly, to see Gerard is standing behind me. I did not expect that.
I run up and throw my arms around him, before I realise what I’m doing and quickly let go. He looks awfully sad, keeping his vision trained to the floor.
“I’m so sorry Frankie-“
“You should be. It was fucking awful watching you like that-“
“No, I mean, what happened at my house. I shouldn’t have- I won't ever- I’m so sorry,”
“I don’t care about that. What I do care about is how much of a fucking idiot you were after it.”
He collapses into my arms and starts sobbing. God, this must be really hard for him. He was like two years sober or something. I sit him down on my lap, letting his tears drench my neck. I rub his back in comfort, like in the car last night. I shiver at the memory.

“I didn’t want you to see me like that,” yeah, neither did I to be honest.
I’m not going to tell him that though now.
I just nodded and hummed, hugging him back.
“What about Andy? I miss him already-“
He mustn’t know Andy is here.
“Andy helped me bring you here, I went to see if I could find you at work yesterday and instead Andy was there looking for you to see if he could get his job back. Turns out you weren’t there and we went looking for you,”

“I’m so sorry-“
I look him in the eyes and shake my head, telling him it was okay.
A woman dressed in a blue dress walks in to tell us Gerard can leave, and all the drugs and alcohol is out of his system. She tells me to make sure he doesn’t have anymore, as it reacts badly with his body. Well, I don’t imagine it reacting fucking well with anyone, idiot.

I pull Gerard up and drag him out of the room, holding his hand. It makes me smile.

Notes

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