Sugar, You'll Be Okay (Frerard)

"Mr. Iero can go home in about a week." The nurse nodded, smiling sweetly. "If you will, Mr. Way, both of you," her lips turned up a bit more as she glanced at the papers in her arms to check her information. "Make sure he gets all caught up while he's here?"
"Yes, of course." Gerard grinned, shaking her hand. "Thank you."
"No problem, Mr. Way. Feel better, Mr. Iero." She did a quick little now before retreating quickly, her heels clicking behind her.
"This means schoolwork, Frankie." Mikey giggled from where he was discreetly sipping a flask on the edge of Frank's bed where said boy's feet couldn't reach.
"Ugh, no, please." Frank groaned.
"This gives me an excuse to be here." Gerard beamed, settling in FHE bed next to his boyfriend. The name was fresh on his tongue. Boyfriend. Frankie. Wow.
"Mmph." Frank stuck out his tongue, cuddling up to Gerard. "You're just lucky I love you." He mumbled into the warm flesh of his boyfriend's chest. Gerard's heart soared. Frank loved him.
"Ew." Mikey wrinkled his nose, giggling gently to show he was joking. He was happy for both of them.
"Ew yourself, Mr.Forever Alone." Frank shot back.
"Touche." Mikey sighed, tipping his head back as he swallowed the burning liquid.
"Why does HE get to drink?" Frank whined, drawing circles on the thin material stretching over Gerard's stomach.
"He wasn't in a coma for a few months." Gerard sighed, leaning his head back.
"But he's younger than me-" Gerard sat up abruptly, snatching the flask from Mikey. He haulted Mikey's complaints as he handed it back, empty. He swallowed the absolutely disgusting alcohol before settling back down with Frank.
"There." Gerard sighed. "Now neither of you can complain. And Mikey, get better taste in alcohol, yeah? Vodka, seriously?"
"It's good, you're just weak." Mikey sighed, pocketing the empty flask.

Notes

I didn't forget about this story, just going through some rough stuff. Expect another chapter soon~ <3