The Poets Screamed For Us

The last few days for Gerard were complete hell. He would wake up in the middle of the night wheezing, and he would cough up blood. His chest hurt him so bad that he had to call into work more times than he would have liked to. He often wished the cancer would just kill him already, but then he remembered the small tattooed man whom he shared the house with, and he knew that he wanted to stay around as much as possible for him.
The boys were sat at the breakfast table together, Frank eating, and Gerard not.
"So Gee, I uh, called my doctor and made an appointment for you. I think something's wrong and you need help." Frank spoke slowly, worried about how Gerard would react.
"Frank, why would you do that? I'm perfectly fine. I just have a little cold or something. You aren't my mother, you don't need to take care of me."
"Gerard, you look awful! You cough up blood, and you never eat! Something is wrong and I'm so terrified that I'm going to lose you because damnit, Gerard, I fucking love you!" Frank had tears in his eyes and he wouldn't look away from Gerard.
Gerard covered his mouth with his hand and looked down at his lap and without looking at Frank, he spoke, "Frank, I love you too. I love you do damn much and sometimes it scares me because I know it isn't going to be forever. But I know that you're scared that something's wrong but I just need you to trust me when I say I'm fine, okay?"
Frank slowly leaned across the table and connected his lips with Gerard's.
"You're my world, you know that right?" Gerard nodded.
"You're my world, and that's why I won't let you leave me. You're my world and all of the stars combined and I can't live without you and I shouldn't have to. You're going to that doctors appointment, Gerard. You're going and we are going to make sure that my world isn't going to disappear on me."
"Okay."

Gerard was terrified of doctors, so when the time came for him to go to his appointment, he considered changing his mind, but when he saw the small smile on Frank's lips, he just couldn't.
The boys entered the office hand in hand, and sat together in the waiting room.
The doctor called him back and Frank went with him. They did a few tests, and told Gerard he would call him in a few days.
To Frank, those days felt like years.

Gerard was lying on his bed when he heard the house phone start ringing. He pulled himself up, and walked into the living room where the phone was.
"Hello?"
"Hello, may I speak to Gerard Way?"
"I'm Gerard."
"Gerard, it's doctor Jensen, we've gotten your test results back, and I would like to talk to you about them in person. Would you mind coming to the office please?"
"Sure, I'll be there soon."

Since Frank was at work, Gerard took the bus.
He got to the office, and the doctor immediately called him in.
"Have a seat please." He said, and Gerard did as he was told.
"Gerard I'm afraid your results didn't come out too good."
"I know I have lung cancer." Gerard said.
"If you know this, why did you come in with Frank the other day?"
"I'm so scared to tell him. I mean, I love him so damn much and the right thing to do would be to tell him, but I don't think I'm ready yet."
"Gerard.."
"I know, I'm going to fucking die soon and a few months ago I was okay with it, but now that I have Frank, I have something to live for and it's not fair. I was okay with it and now it seems like the only option is living."
"Gerard, there's treatment we can do, you know? We can try to save you."
"I don't have the money to pay for it."
"Talk to Frank, and maybe you can work something out."

Gerard thanked the doctor, and made his way back home. When he got there, he saw Frank sitting on the couch in an oversized sweater and pajama pants, and he was was sipping a cup of coffee.
Gerard suddenly felt sick to his stomach. This boy was his whole damn world and he was going to be forced to leave him. He felt his stomach turn and he ran to the bathroom. He barely made it to the toilet before he started to puke.
Frank came into the bathroom behind him, and started to rub his back.
"OH GOD! Gerard it's blood! It's all blood, you're puking blood! Oh my god please, Gerard tell me what's wrong, please!"
gerard finally stopped puking and he rested his head on the wall next to him. He shook his head.
"Gerard tell me."
"No it's just a cold, I swear."
"Gerard, you fucking tell me right now or I'm leaving and you will never see me again." Of course he was bluffing, but he needed to know what was wrong.
Gerard suddenly started to panic. This was it. He had to tell him.
"I have cancer, Frank."

Notes

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