Sugar, You'll Be Okay (Frerard)

-GEE'S POV- Frank actually did it. Kyaaa!! The thought was the only thing swimming around my mind. It really happened. That made me giggle as I touched my lips gingerly. It's wild to think that his lips were pressed to mine just seconds ago. It didn't matter how brief it was - Frank's lips were pressed to mine! At that moment age didn't matter. Sexual preference as well as the fact that I was so completely inexperienced was thrown out the window as I was swimming through my head in peaceful oblivion. Frank kissed me!! And all I had to do was ask! I giggled unlocking the door I my house, noting the fact that Mikey's car was parked out front. I hummed happily, turning the key and opening the door. The smile was wiped off my face all too soon, however, when I saw the scene on my living room floor. "F-Frankie?" I whimpered, frozen in the doorway, my bag falling from my hand. "Gee...I-I don't know what h-happened. I found him like this." Mikey cried, blubbering and stumbling over his words. I took in all the blood around him, my heart squeezing uncomfortably as i dropped up my knees. Blood soaked through my jeans but I couldn't care less. "Shh, Mikey, did you call someone?" I asked, trying to be brave, taking in deep breaths through my mouth. At some point tears started falling and my efforts to rid them were useless as new ones started replacing the ones I wiped away. As if on cue, before Mikey could answer, there was a knock on the door. I sighed, pulling myself up off the floor and answering the door. The questions asked were blurred and I either nodded or shook my head. My throat was dry, but I couldn't drink anything. They didn't allow me into the ambulance, telling me to sleep it off rather than wait in an empty hospital. Eventually I nodded, giving them my name and phone number so they could call me when -If- he wakes up. "Gerard Way?" A gruff voice asked, startling me out of my post-sleep trance. "Y-yes?" I asked, cursing the shakyness in my voice. I was scared. What if he- "I'm afraid Frank's body refuses to accept our medicines. He's in critical condition." The calmness in his voice scared me, taking my breathe away as I started to shake. My worst fear was becoming reality. Frank was leaving me. What do I do?

Notes

Sorry about this chapter. 1. It took too long 2, I wrote it in the hospital 3. I can't use my right hand at all. I fell off a skateboard ahaha bit it hurts like fuck OMG