Hospital Bed

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" Frank exclaimed as he shook Gerard by his arm, waking up the exhausted male beside him. Gerard had slept in the hospital bed with Frank.

"What is it, my dear Frankie?" He asked sarcastically, obviously not too happy about being woken up at, he looked at his watch, six in the morning. He'd taken off a couple of weeks from work to care for Frank and had been spoiled by Frank letting him sleep in by turning off his alarm.

"It's Christmas, baby! Here's your gift!" Frank responded as he shoved a sloppily wrapped box into him. Gerard smiled down at his wrapping. He knew Frank tried hard to wrap this for him, and he loved it too much to tear it.

"Sweetie, how did you get this?" He questioned. Frank hadn't been able to walk since he woke up a little over a month ago. He still wasn't feeling well enough to start his rehabilitation, much to Frank's dismay. He was ready to get up and start learning how to walk again, but Ray wanted him to rest more. Speaking of the doctor, he and Frank had really hit it off. They spent a lot of their time discussing technical music stuff that Gerard struggled to understand, so he mainly tuned them out.

"Ray is pretty awesome, in case you haven't noticed," he giggled, causing Gerard to almost squeal in delight. He loved hearing Frank talk, laugh, giggle, make weird dying noises, and his moaning made him want to melt. Yes, a few weeks after Frank woke up, Gerard couldn't deny the want much longer and Frank ended up having a trail of bruises running from his sharp jawline to his bird tattoos on his lower stomach. He refrained from going further because it was too soon for the both of them. Although Frank hadn't a single clue, Gerard almost needed time to want him in such a way anymore. It wasn't that he didn't, he just couldn't stop thinking his fiance wasn't in a coma. He killed the want, because he saw it as sick to want him as he was unresponsive.

"I've noticed. I would like to open it, but I don't want to ruin this pretty wrapping, so I don't think I can," he laughed.

"Gerard, we've been together for six years now! You've kept every wrapping of every girft I've ever wrapped for you," Frank blushed. Gerard felt his heart freeze. It had been 11 years that they were together, but Frank had missed out on five years of it. And he could never get those years back, no matter how much Gerard thought he could try.

"Y-yeah, baby, but I wanna keep that tradition," he forced a laugh. Frank seemed to notice, but didn't bring it up. He was thankful. He carefully peeled off the tape and opened it without tearing the wrapping paper. He opened the box and came face to face with a scrapbook full of pictures if them throughout the years. But not all of them, he thought. He needed to stop being depressing.

"I love it, Frankie!" He said as he gave him a tender kiss, trying to force those lost years into his head.

But it wouldn't happen. All he could do was wait, and he knew he would wait his entire life for Frank.

"Merry Christmas, Gerard. I love you so much," Frank whispered against his lips, causing Gerard to kiss him harder.

Notes

Merry Christmas. I'm still having a block, but I wanted to give you this.

It's probably sad maybe, but I'm just depressed, I think. I don't know what I am. I think. Sorry. This was forced and its unfair to you all.

But I do really want some feedback...?

-OAIF