Silently

"My brother...tried to commit suicide." Mikey breathed and in a instant Frank's hands clenched against his sides. The words were choking him, but he forced to remain normal at least on the outside.
"W-when?" Frank attempted to breathe, trying to convince himself that this wasn't his fault. It couldn't have been...he didn't mean those things...
"A few weeks ago." Mikey shrugged. "I assume when you got into the fight. I found them. You don't realize how much I resent you right now." Mikey said this all in the same breath, not once changing the tone in his voice. Frank thought that that made it scarier.
"Why aren't you at the hospital?"
"In case you haven't seen, my mother hates them." Mikey snapped.
"Do you know if he's awake?" Frank asked, ignoring how Mikey seemed more ticked at him as the minutes passed on the cold porch.
"They should be." Mikey nodded, glancing at the house where his mother was glaring at them. He sighed.
"Does he-"
"Okay, just shut the fuck up!" Mikey yelled, tuning back to him. "I don't care how well you know Gerard, if he was actually important to you, you'd know that they isn't a he."
"What?" Frank took a step back, hating the murderous look hidden behind sharp brown eyes.
"Gerard is not a he. Gerard is a they. They aren't male or female."
"I-I didn't know.."
"So don't go around judging the fact that I'm not at the hospital. I still know and care about Gerard more than you ever will." Tears were spilling down Mikey's face but I don't think he noticed.
"Mikey, I-"
"Just...go fuck yourself you fucking faggot." Mikey sneered as he turned around and slammed the door behind him. In that moment he could see the resemblance between him and his mother and he hated it.
....
"Gerard." Frank whispered, brushing dark hair out of the sleeping man's eyes. He wanted those very eyes to open, to expose the vivid green or maybe even the dark, angry brown. He just wanted Gerard alive and breathing. "I'm so, so sorry..." Frank took a deep breath, taking the the limp arm attached to the IV. He took in the pale, paler than normal skin. Gerard's flesh was deathly and not in the good way that it was before. Now it was like he was dead and it made Frank want to cry. Gerard didn't deserve this.
"I know I haven't been the most understanding, and I understood why you didn't tell me about the pronouns. I thought about it for a long time before coming here. Mikey told me, I spoke with him earlier. Your stepmom is quite a bitch, huh?" Frank laughed dryly, trying to ignore the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. "I'll try my hardest to use the correct pronouns. Please forgive me..." Frank whimpered, turning around as he wiped his tears. It was too soon he turned away, however, he didn't see the pale green eyes opening for him and the door slamming canceled out the sore throat trying to get Frank's attention.

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