The Poets Screamed For Us

All it took was four words.
Four words to make Frank feel like he was just shot in the heart.
"I have cancer, Frank."
It kept replaying in his head over and over again as he was staring at the boy sitting on the floor in front of him.
"I have cancer, Frank."
"I have cancer, Frank."
He felt his heart start to pick up, and he couldn't breathe.
"Oh my god, oh my god no, that can't be true!" Frank was in hysterics. He didn't want to believe that the boy he was in love with was so terribly sick.
"It is, and I've known about it since before I met you, actually." Gerard told him without even meeting his stare.
"You...you knew about this THE WHOLE DAMN TIME I'VE FUCKING KNOWN YOU?!"
Gerard began to cry into his hands.
They were both still sat on the bathroom floor with Frank now rising to his feet.
"I didn't want to worry you, Frank!"
"Gerard you should have told me this before my dumb ass fell in love with you. You're selfish, you know that? God, I can't even look at you right now!" Frank turned and left the bathroom. He felt a tug on his heart at the sound of Gerard sobbing into his hands.
He went into his room and laid down. He knew he was being terribly rude. It isn't Gerard's fault he has cancer and Frank knows it, but he was so freaked out. He's spent everyday with this boy for the past two months and he wouldn't know what to do if he wasn't there.
He felt tears running down his cheeks and onto the pillow underneath his head.
He felt two arms snake around him and he turned to face Gerard. He just laid next to him silently.
Frank looked into his eyes, and his body began to rake with sobs. Gerard pulled him closer and held him in his arms.
"I-I'm so s-scared i'm going to l-lose you." He said into Gerard's chest.
Gerard ran his long fingers through his soft brown hair.
"The doctor told me of some treatments. He said if we try hard enough, maybe there will be a miracle and I'll be okay. It's a very slim chance, but it's a chance I'm willing to take. The only problem is money. I don't have enough to pay for it."
"Gerard, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it, okay?"
"No, Frank. I'm not letting you pay for it. I would honestly rather die. I've already costed you enough, and please don't argue with me about it. I don't have the energy."
Frank glanced up at Gerard and saw that he was falling asleep, so he closed his eyes, too.

When Gerard opened his eyes, he was disappointed to find that Frank wasn't next to him. He pulled himself up, and glanced around the room. He wasn't home at all. He usually kept his car keys and wallet on his dresser but it wasn't there.
Gerard got up out of the bed and made his way into the kitchen. He smiled when he saw that there was a pot of coffee on the counter. He poured himself a cup and sat down on the couch.
He took a sip, then heard the door open.
Frank walked in carrying a pizza and a grocery bag.
"Good morning, my love." He leaned down and placed a small kiss on Gerard's lips.
"What's in the bag?" He asked.
"I got you a few things to help you.. cope."
Frank handed Gerard the bag, and he opened it and smiled. There was a few bottles of painkillers, a few comics, and a David Bowie CD.
He beamed at him.
"You're the best, baby."
"Anything for you. Now I have to head to band practice, so I'll talk to you when I get back, okay?"
"Okay."
Frank kissed Gerard again, then headed back out the door.

Gerard spent the next few hours reading the comics Frank got him, and listening to Bowie.
His little jam session was interrupted by the phone ringing.
He walked into the kitchen and put the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Gerard?"
"Yes?"
"Hi, it's your doctor. When would you like to begin treatment?"
"Wait.. What? I told you I can't afford it."
"Frank came in this morning and paid for it all."
"How could he possibly have enought money for that?"
"He said he was using his life savings, Gerard. He spent thousands of dollars to make sure you would be okay."
"Well give it back to him, I'm not doing the treatment."

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