Hospital Bed

Gerard sighed as he looked down at Frank. I rushed over here on his way to work. He'd gotten a job last month working at a theater and would soon be starting his second job, at a restaurant. Even though he wanted to work in a comic book store, it didn't pay nearly as much as the fast food place and he needed to make a lot of money as quick as possible. Frank was his number one priority, and no matter how many times Dr. Toro had told him to just rest easy or he'll become sick, Gerard knew there was no way he was just going to mope about. He was going to support his husband.
He grabbed Frank's hand and admired the ring on his finger. They'd found his engagement ring in the wreck and he had to take it to be cleaned before he put in on Frank. Gerard snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door open; he looked over and saw their forever-faithful doctor. Over the past few months, they'd become really good friends and even went out for drinks a few times; moreover, Gerard trusted the man most.

"Gerard, we got some test results back," he started, "and they don't look very good. Although it's a slim chance, it's still there." Gerard looked at the man confused. He knew something had to be bad, but what tests?

"Brain test," Dr. Toro clarified. Gerard ran his hand down his face, looking distraught.

"What do they say?" He asked the doctor hesitantly.

"There's been a decline in brain activity. If this keeps up, he may wake up, but will not be the same person you, or even he, remembers. He'd respond to some things, but he'd be in a vegetative state." Gerard sat down and held his head. If only he'd been more careful, if only the shithead who rammed into them were in Frank's position instead of healing regularly in another hospital. He'd done a lot of research about coma's and he understood that he needed to be calm or his beloved Frankie would be able to hear him. He couldn't hear him, not when he was like this.

"Gerard, I understand this is hard on you, but you need to remain calm." Gerard raised his head up to look at Ray, his doctor.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He struggled to say. He felt so much pain in his chest, and he didn't know what to do with it, how to let it out.

"I think you're hyperventilating. Take deep, slow breaths. Start counting to three in your mind repeatedly. Gerard listened and did as he was instructed. He felt better after a while, even if he was a little tired. He stood after a few minutes, and straightened himself out. Today he was going to be a server for a theater so he couldn't miss his first showtime.

"Thanks, Ray. I need to head to work," he said as he leaned down and kissed the side of Frank's forehead. "I love you," he whispered softly. He gave Ray a smile before walking past him and out of the hospital room. He quickly walked to the theater, which was down the road. He chose to work in places very close to the hospital so he could stay with Frank longer both before and after work. He ran inside the building and ran into the new server he was training.

"Hey, Mikey. Ready to get to work. Here, follow me, and we'll clock in together," he spoke quickly, because, in this business, you can't just stand around. The theater he worked at, Cinema Times was not only a theater, but a restaurant. People would order drinks and food from their seats and runners (food or drink runners) would go out and deliver them. It was hectic most nights, but it was good pay and a lot of cool people worked here. The poor boy looked scared, and Gerard was confused on why they'd put him on a trainer so soon. He only started two days ago and was still occasionally a lost puppy, but he thought Mikey was an adorable kid so he didn't mind training him.

After clocking in, they both went to retrieve aprons and stock them up with pens, paper, and a bunch of straws.

"Hey, Gee!" Gerard turned in the direction of the voice and saw his favorite person(next to Frank) and cook waving at him frantically. Gerard laughed and waved back just as wildly.

"Hey, Bertlebee!" Bert laughed at the nickname and got back to making food.

"Come on, Mikey. Let's go to the theater and see if there's anything we need to stock up on. You know what, you go do that, and I'll go see how many people are sitting in. Expect a lot though," he explained to him as he walked in the direction of the front desk, where his manager was.

"Hey, Brian! How many people are going to be seating in 4?" He asked him.

"Sold out. So make sure the new kid can keep up. He looks like a chihuahua, always shaking in fear," they both chuckled. "No, but have you noticed that you guys kind of look alike?" Brain asked. Gerard thought about it for a moment.

"No, I don't see it."

"Really? Me and a few others have been talking about it and there's a big similarity. Maybe he's your long lost brother or something," he laughed. Gerard laughed too.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Bri."

"Why were you late today? You're normally early. Is everything all right with Frank?" Gerard had told his manager about his fiancee, because he came to trust him. Brian helped him with anything he needed, and he even went out to drink with him and Ray before. The night ended terribly when they had a Hangover movie experience. They still don't know what happened that night, but they were too scared to find out. Ray and Gerard were the only ones who knew of Brian's "Slutty Girl" tramp stamp, and they still laughed about it often, but never when Brian was around.

"Uh.. yeah, actually. It's not looking so good. I'll explain later though, I gotta check up on Mikey." Brian nodded and Gerard went on his way, jogging down the long red and black carpeted hall and sprinting into the theater.

"Mikey!" He called out behind him. He watched in amusement as Mikey jumped and dropped his pen and notepad. He burst out in laugher and then picked up his things, handing them back to Mikey. Gerard saw his small pout and he pinched Mikey's cheek.

"You're so adorable!" He squealed. "Anyways, is everything stocked?"

"Y-yes. There were a few seats that needed silverware, but I replaced it already." As he finished his sentence, the lights started to dim.

"Okay, people are going to start coming in. We wait until their in their seats. See these buttons right here?" He asked as he pushed one and it lit up orange. Mikey nodded and Gerard continued. "If you see that, go to them and see what they need. Make sure to turn it off, too, or we won't know who needs help and who has already been helped," he explained. Mikey nodded again. But then seemed like he wanted to ask a question.

"What.. What i-if... they yell at me?" He asked Gerard. Gerard gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Then just be professional. And if someone complains, I'll talk to Brian and help you out, okay? I don't exactly have the best attitude against assholes and I make that known. but you're still new and I want you to stay so refrain from being a smartass for now, okay?" Gerard put his arm around his shoulder and something felt right in that moment. Such a feeling made Gerard want to cry, but he shook that feeling away as people starting coming in. He looked down next to him, peering down at Mikey and noticing his fear and nervousness, and gently pushed his shoulder against his. Mikey looked up and him and watched as Gerard gave him a smile before returning it.
The whole night consisted of running themselves ragged, but the good thing about it was that they were able to watch a majority of the movie. By the end of the night, they were both dead tired. and ready to go home. But Gerard still wanted to make his stop at the hospital. He told Mikey he would walk him home since he lived in the same area, but told him that he wanted to make a stop first.

"Sure. I kind of don't want to go home right now, anyways," he said as they walked out of the theater.

"We're going to the hospital right down the road there, so you can just wait outside if you'd like," Gerard explained. He knew some people hated hospitals, and while he was one of them, he wasn't going to let that stop him from seeing Frank.

"Why do you need to go there?" Mikey asked hesitantly. Gerard chuckled.

"My fiancee is there," he said.

"What's her name?"

"He. His name is Frank."

"I see. That's lovely. I hope he's okay, you know. I would hate it if my fiancee was there," Mikey said.

"I do. I really, really hate it."

"Why is he in there, if you don't mind me asking?"

"We got into a car accident about four months ago. I was fortunate to be walking around like I am now, but Frank wasn't so lucky. He's in a coma and they aren't sure if he's going to come out of it. On top of that, his brain test came back today and showed signs of his brain activity decreasing, meaning there's a chance he'll be brain dead when he wakes up," Gerard poured out. He couldn't hold it in anymore and he walking slowed down and came to a stop as he put his hands to his mouth. Mikey put his hand on Gerard's shoulder and squeezed it.

"Gerard, I know I'm quiet and small and not very outgoing. I'm not like you. But I could see past all of that. You were hurting and, even though none of this is my business, I knew you had to let it out. I'm sorry I made you say it out loud, but it was for you," Mikey said. Gerard looked at him shocked.

"Mikey, you... That was the most I've heard you say, ever!" Gerard laughed and eventually so did Mikey. Back in his mind, he was extremely grateful someone noticed. He glance at Mikey and he noticed how his face looked in the street light they were passing under. He suddenly saw him in a different way, but that thought quickly disappeared as the hospital came into his view. He was afraid to go in there and hesitated at the door, but he felt Mikey give his back a little push and went inside.

"Thanks, Mikey," Gerard said. Mikey gave him a smile and waved as he took a seat in the front waiting room. He was sincerely grateful for Mikey and he referred back to Brian's joking words. He really did look like him a lot under that streetlight. Maybe he was relative. After his dad left his mother, he went spreading his seeds all over California and so on, so maybe he really was related to him, but he'd find that out later.

He stared down at Frank's face and stroked his cheek, smiling down lovingly at him.

"I love you so fucking much. I met this kid at my job. I'm training him and he looks so damn adorable. Maybe he can meet you one day. I'm walking him home since it's so late, so I have to go, but I only have one shift tomorrow. I'll be here very early tomorrow and stay until I go to work. I love you, Frankie." Gerard leaned down and kissed his forehead and then his lips.

Wake up!

Notes

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