Save me from this hospital bed

Frank's P.O.V I smiled as I put my phone in my pocket. Gerard said he loves me. Gerard Way loves me...Frank Iero. I sat there for I don't know how long with a goofy smile on my face. "Frank." Mum shouted, interrupting my thoughts. "Come here, quick. That singer you like is on the news." I frowned as I rushed downstairs. I sat on the couch as I stared at the screen. A bank robbery and Gerard is a hostage. "Oh my god." Mum exclaimed. "Poor guy." Gerard is in danger. Oh god. This can't be happening. I started shaking as tears ran down my face. I stared at the picture of Gerard at the signing. "Frank, honey?" Mum said, concerned. I only turned to look at her when the picture of Gerard disappeared. "You okay?" I shook my head. "I...I l...Love him, mum." "Oh, honey." Mum said, then pulled me into her arms. "I have to go down there." I stated after several minutes. Mum stood up. "We go together." She said, heading for the front door. When we arrived outside of the bank, Mikey rushed towards us. He pulled me into a hug. "Any news?" I asked, worried. Mikey shook his head and pulled away. "Nothing." He bit his bottom lip. "I can't lose him, Frank. He's everything to me." I was just about to say something when the reporter from the tv spotted Mikey. Of course he asked him questions. Gerard's P.O.V The news came on again and Mikey was stood next to the reporter. "Tentions are high as the siege of Western Bank is still at a standstill." He said. "The robbers have yet to say their demands. But inside is at least twelve hostages. Amongst them is our very own, Jersey born celebrity, Gerard Way. Lead singer for Gerard Way And The Hormones." He turned slightly to Mikey. "Standing in wait for Gerard's safe return is his little brother, Mikey." He pointed the microphone at Mikey. I saw Frank behind him. My Frank. His face was stained with tears. My heart leapt into my throat. "If you could give a message to your brother, what would it be?" The reporter asked. Mikey wiped a stray tear. "Do as they ask, bruv." He said, shakily. "Don't give them any reason to hurt you. We love you. Stay strong." The reporter nodded. "Any message for the robbers?" Mikey nodded. "Yes." He said. "Please don't hurt any of the hostages. Please don't hurt my brother. Don't take him away from me. Please. Please." Mum and Dad appeared, pulling Mikey into a three way hug. The reporter spotted Frank and headed his way. No, no, no, no. Not good. Frank froze as the camera zoned in on him. "Aren't you Gerard's boyfriend?" The reporter asked. I felt the angry robbers eyes turn to me. Frank shook his head. "We're just good friends right now." He stated. Good boy, Frankie. Smart move. I hope. "But aren't you two planning on getting together when your eighteen?" Oh god. Careful, Frank. "I don't know who told you that. But we never said that." Fuck. Your good, baby. "If that is not the case, why are you so worked up?" Frank snapped. "Why do you fucking think?" He shouted through gritted teeth. "My best friend and idol is in there. He could be hurt...or worse...He could be...dead. I have every right to be worked up. How would you feel if it was your best friend and idol in there?" Mikey pushed past the reporter and grabbed Frank. He turned his famous poker face on the reporter. "Back the fuck off." He snapped. "Can't you see how worried and upset we are? Have a fucking heart." Go Mikey. So proud. "Your brothers awesome." Angry robber laughed. I looked at him in surprise. "I've no intention of hurting any of you." He sighed. "I just really need the money. I wanted to be in and out without all this." He waved his hands around. "We..." He gestured to the other robbers. "....We just want to provide for our families." I rested my arms on my bent up knees as I sat on the floor. "I know how that is." I said. He frowned at me. "How would you know?" He asked. "Your famous. Your loaded." "I grew up here." I stated. "We had nothing. Mum and Dad tried their best. But everyone knows how bad New Jersey is. It was dangerous to go out. That's why me and Mikey are so close. We never played outside. Too many dead bodies turning up. Mum and Dad worked as much as they could to provide for us. But it got harder when Grandma Elena became ill. Mum gave up work to look after her. It became so bad that I had to go out and get a job while I was still at school. A supermarket bag boy. Eventually I got a job in a comic book store. But we never gave in. I worked hard and started writing and illustrating comics. I even got a comic book degree." I sighed. "I fought to get where I am. Sure it was hard. But I did it. My first lot of money, from my music, went to buying my family a safer place to live." I looked down at my hands. "Working hard for what you have is more rewarding and fulfilling than just taking it. It's great knowing you earned what you have." I looked back at angry robber. "Earning what you have doesn't get you a jail sentence either. Your families need you. You can't help or be with them if your banged up." Angry robber looked at his accomplices. "The guy has a point." The short robber sighed. "But we're fucked already." He stated. "We're going down now either way." I looked around at the other hostages, then back at angry robber. "Not necessarily."

Notes

What's Gerard up to now?
Love as always. xxx