Accidents Happen, I guess

The next few days after Gerard went back to New York, Frank spent his time laying on his couch eating Ice Cream and dry cereal. It was getting warmer throughout the day as it was near summer and spending most of his time in his apartment meant it got almost uncomfortably hot but Frank would rather that then go outside so he just cranked up the AC.

He didn’t have to go to work for a few hours yet so he put on a movie and snuggled under a warm blanket. He wasn’t sulking, no matter what Mikey said. He refused to believe he was sulking because Gerard had to go. He was just having a few lazy days and denied to listen when Mikey had said that most of his days were lazy.

He wasn’t really paying attention to the movie though, he was busy texting Gerard. He only had a few moments spare throughout the day but whenever he did he checked in on Frank and Mikey instantly. It was mostly checking on what he was eating, checking if he had smoked- which he hadn’t since he found out he was carrying another life thank you very much- and saying that he missed Frank and he would be back soon.

He was alone in the apartment, Bob was helping out a friend by drumming for their band so he was busy a lot lately. Frank assumed Mikey was at home and his mother was out with her friends. So of course it would have to be when Frank is totally alone when he starts getting stomach cramps. Painful ones.

He squirmed when the first round of pain shot through his lower torso. He rubbed his hand on his slightly raised stomach- it wasn’t that noticeable since he was only 3 months pregnant but if you focused on it you could tell, as a way to try and sooth the pain, although it didn’t work. Frank decided to ignore it for now and focus back on the film and his ice cream since
Gerard was too busy to text again. Ignoring it may have been the wrong thing to do.

Throughout the duration of the film the pain kept building, Frank frowned and squirmed until the pain died down a bit. He didn’t really want to go to the hospital again since it was the reason he was pregnant- although he’s seeing the happier side of things now, Frank is still mad- but as another shot of pain ran through him, he realised he may not have a choice.

His eyes widened when he felt something wet soak through his underwear. Had he just peed himself without realising?

He placed down his ice cream and pushed the blanket off of him before carefully standing up from the couch. He quickly made his way to the toilet and then gently pulled down his jeans and underwear.

What he found made his breath hitch and panic coil in his chest. There was a blood stain at the back of his underwear and more was dripping down his thighs.

Well, shit.

Notes

Yes, yes you can all hate me. It is a cliff hanger for now, im a bitch. Sorry. However I will say this
FRANK DOESNT LOSE THE BABY AT ALL IN THIS FIC. Im not a monster and I know it would be horrible to read and write something like that. So don't worry your little cute heads about it. Okay? Okay.