Frank covered his mouth in shock as he looked at his boyfriend, Gerard, of 6 years. There he was, on one knee, and a box in his hands.

"Will you marry me, Frankie?" He asked him. Franks dropped to his knees and nodded excitedly.

"Fuck yes! How could you possibly think I'd say no?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around his neck, hugging Gerard closely.

"I just wanted to make sure, baby," Gerard answered as he breathed in the scent of the love of his life and his soon-to-be-husband. "I love you, " he said huskily into Frank's ear. The sound sent shivers down his spine and Frank felt his pants tighten with his arousal. He pressed himself against Gerard harder, and then pulled away to look at him.

"How about we go home and celebrate?" He asked Gerard. Frank didn't miss the light dust of pink across his fiance's cheeks, and he, too, blushed. Gerard stood up and helped Frank to his feet.

"Yes, let's go home. Light some candles, put on some Al Green," Gerard laughed, trailing off his sentence. Frank rolled his eyes, smiling at his soon-to-be-husband's obsession with quotes in references.

"Oh, hush. You'll have plenty of time to make your precious references once we get home." Gerard opened the door for him and he slid inside.

"Such a gentlemen," Frank teased and Gerard stuck his tongue out at him. "And also apparently a child."

"Well, you love this child so don't be complaining!" Gerard exclaimed as he shut the door. Frank laughed wildly in the car at Gerard's tantrum. His laughing increased more when he slid into the driver's seat.

"What's so funny?" Gerard asked him as he turned the ignition.

"Nothing, Gee Bear. Let's just go home, okay?" He placed his hand on Gerard's thigh and slowly ran his hand up and onto Gerard's bulge.

"Yes, sir," Gerard replied as he pulled out of the parking lot of the Laguna Beach in California. Frank took his hand away, knowing better than to tease Gerard when he was drives since his biggest phobia was getting into a car accident and dying or slipping into a coma.

"Say, we should watch a movie when we get home!" Gerard suggests.

"Oh, no, no, no! We're not gonna watch the Wizard of Oz again," Frank laughs, "I swear you're obsessed with that-" Frank was cut off by Gerard slamming his foot on the breaks, screaming his name. Everything went silent as the two rolled over in their car. Gerard watched as Frank's seatbelt ripped off and he was thrown from the car through the windshield. His face heading towards the steering wheel is the last thing he saw.

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Gerard slowly opened his eyes. He took in a big breath and automatically knew where he was by how sterile everything felt against his skin. He shivered in disgust, but quickly regretted moving any part of his body as a wave of excruciating pain shot through his body. He yelled out in pain, but then remembered that Frank was with him. He quickly sat up despite the pain telling him to stop.

"Frank!" It was at that time, a doctor came into his room and noticed he was awake.

"Hello. Gerard. I'm Dr. Toro, and I'd like to talk to you for a moment."

"Where is my fiance?" Gerard demanded.

"Let's talk about you right now. Firstly, I need you to lay back down, because you have three broken ribs, a concussion, a punctured lung, a broken arm, and a dislocated shoulder. Well, it was dislocated until we put it back in your socket," Dr. Toro explained. Though Gerard would be lying if he said he wasn't distracted by his doctor's wild hair. But he shook myself out of it.

"Yeah, okay. Where's my fiance?" Gerard asked him again.

"Your partner, a Mr. Iero, is in a comatose state. From all the tests we have run , we aren't positive when or if he going to wake up," the doctor explained,

"Run the tests again! Do whatever the hell you have to! He is going to wake up!" He yelled. Gerard slowly and painfully got up from my hospital bed and shakily stood before standing straight up. The pain didn't matter to me, he thought. If his Frankie needed him, he was going to be there despite his body telling him other wise

"Take me to my fiancé," He said. My Frankie would never leave me waiting for too long, he thought. He'll wake up within the next few days. Won't he?..

"Mr. Way, I advise you to stay in bed! You can see him when you're better. Think about your condition!" Dr. Toro explained. Gerard ripped out the disgusting needles from his arm and clutched the wall to keep himself balanced.

"Either you take me to him, or I go on my own," he said. His doctor sighed and grabbed a wheelchair from the side on the room and unfolded it.

"Take a seat," he told Gerard. He did as he was told and was then rolled into the ICU. He covered his mouth as Frank's body came into view. He looked dead, he thought. If it weren't for the steady beeps of the machine next to his bed, Gerard definitely would've thought his fiance was dead.

"Oh, Frankie," he voice broke. He grabbed Frank's hand and sobbed against it. "Please wake up, Frankie. Please, please don't leave me alone like this. We're going to be getting married soon remember, so please don't leaving me waiting at the alter!" He wailed against Frank's body. He knew he probably sounded like he were lead role in a novella that his grandmother used to watch, but he could care less. The man he loved was asleep and he couldn't be woken up by a simple shake or a kiss to him lips no matter how many time he shook and kissed him. Gerard clutched Frank's hand and didn't let go, even when their hands began to sweat even though he always hated that. He stayed sitting in the wheelchair, partially laying on the bed, holding Frank's hand through the entire night...

"I know you'll wake up soon. I love you, Frankie. I love you so much," Gerard whispered as he finally succumbed to his need for sleep.

Notes

Just giving this a shot. Let me know what you think! Probably not the best idea to come out with another story, but sometimes I gotta wait here for four hours and I don't wanna accidentally stalk people, so here I am! :D
Anyways, enjoy! <3 Feedback would be super fucking sexy! ;3

-OAIF <3