Save me from this hospital bed

Frank's point of view*

I couldn't believe it. Gerard Way was just feet away from me, sleeping peacefully, in the chair.

"Gerard?" I asked, confused.

His eyes fluttered open, how head snapping up towards me. He smiled weakly. "You're up!" He cheered. I nodded, still confused about why he was in the room.

"Not to be rude, but why are you here?" I asked, my voice cracking. I ran a hand through my hair.

"Because, we never got to really conversate, you just... Fainted...," he half smiled.

"You want to talk to me?" Now, I was confused. Why did HE want to talk to ME?

"Of course! Plus, I'd like to get to know you a bit!"

"I thought you don't get close to fans..?"

"I can ALWAYS make an exception for someone who I am willing to talk to... By the way, I think I set that girl who called you a faggot straight," he grinned. "I was pretty specific."

"What? You heard that?"

"Yep. I wasn't too intrigued to know that she was against gay- not that I'm saying you are. Also, I like how you defended yourself."

"Thanks," was all I could say. He smiled, and I wanted to jump up and kiss his pale, pink lips. "By the way, nice tambourine solo during the concert."

"Thanks. I try... Hey, how's about you and I get a coffee some time? When they let you outta here?" He offered. I felt my heart skip.

"Sure. Anytime. Do they know why I passed out?"

"Actually, no. It's kind of a mystery. You didn't have low blood sugar and you weren't dehydrated... Not nervous- that wouldn't have you out for a week...," he thought aloud.

"A week?" I was confused. "Seriously?"

"I know, man. It's odd. Yknow what? I'm going to go talk to the doctor and see when you can leave this place. I really wanna get taut coffee," he chuckled, rising to his feefeet.

Once he left the room, I sighed and let out a quiet squeal of joy.

When he came back in, he was smiling. "Tomorrow, if all goes well."

"Really? cool... I'm guessing they're going to have to do scans and stuff tonight and in the morning?"

"Likely."

"That sucks..."

"Yeah, but we get coffee in the end. COOOOFFFFEE!!" He sounded too childish. I nodded and rolled onto the pillow.

"God, I feel weak!!" I whined.

"The coffee will help, young one."

"Oh, be quiet and talk to your haunted phone!!" I joked. He placed a hand on his chest, faking hurt.

"Well then. Maybe coffee isn't an option anymore."

"Oh? Fine, I'll get coffee on my own."

Gerard shook his head vigorously. "Okay, Okay. Calm down, now. I'm getting you coffee and that's that."

"I don't have a choice?"

"As if! You belong to me now!" He joked.

"Oh sure. You can't even keep your pants up!!" I brought up a concert from a band of his when he jumped around, and his pants fell off. Later that evening, he blamed it on the pants.

"Hey, those women's cut jeans are type hardest to keep up!" He laughed.

"Oh sure!!"

"It was the pants!!!"

God, I really liked him...

Notes

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~MCR Babe 124~