Interference *SLOW UPDATES*

Frank's POV-

I wake up in an unfamiliar room.
I looked around, letting my eyes adjust to the bright room....
It was completely white, I was laying on a bed, no one is in sight.
My memories suddenly flooded back to me....

I attempted suicide

I almost succeeded

I wish I succeeded

Where's Ray?

Where's Gerard?

Where's Andy?

Why does no one care about me?!

I sigh, feeling a slight pain in my arm.
I look at it, seeing angry red cuts littering my arm.
I gently trace them over with my finger, wincing slightly at a particularly deeper one.
It was only my arm that hurt, other than a headache, so I decided I'd get up, and go to my room.
When I got to my room, Gerard was obviously no where to be seen.
I really wonder what happened to him....
I really wanted to be his friend....
Something more even....
I sigh for the millionth time today, and lay down on my bed, getting under the covers.
I flip my pillow over, for the 'cooler' side.
As I flip it, I feel a piece of paper.
What...?
I open it and it has writing addressed to me on it.

Frank,

Hey, it's Andy, I figured that the nurses wouldn't tell me when you wake up, because they are all dumb shits...

Anyway, I'm so happy that you're finally awake!

Come to my office as soon as you read this, I need to tell you something about Ray.

By the way, if you're wondering about Gerard, he's well.... He's not 'okay' as such, but he's alive....

Anyway, I'll explain when you come to me, I look forward to seeing you Frankie, we are all so worried about you, and happy you are alive.

~Andy

Maybe they do in fact care about me...?

Even though I really didn't want to leave my bed, I decided that my curiosity and worry for Ray and Gerard were too much to handle, as well as wanting to see Andy anyway.
I pull myself out of bed, and change into my skinny jeans, Iron Maiden long sleeves, and my gloves of course.
I remember my comic books, where are they?!
Did the nurse take them?!
Where the fuck did she put them?!
What if she threw them away?!
I felt my heart beat raising, and my breathing quicken as I glance over my room frantically, looking for my comic books.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit

I can't breathe!!!

Just then my door opens, but I don't turn to see who it is as I'm having an anxiety attack.

"Shhh, shhh, Frank just breathe! Okay?, copy me, copy me, okay? Frank listen!" I hear Andy saying.
He places his hand on my back and I flinch away, germs

He takes his hand away, but blocks my view of my room.
"Frank, look at me! Copy me okay? Listen to my breathing, shhh it's okay.... Breathe in...... Out again........ In.........out...........in............out........okay?" Andy says.

I struggle to copy his breathing, but after about 10 long breaths later, I finally calm down, and my breathing and heart rate turns to normal again.

"Okay, now tell me, what happened?" He asks.
"M-my comic books......." I mutter.
He nods, "I'll find them, I promise, okay? For now, want to head to my office and talk?"
I sigh, "okay, but you will get them right? You promise me."
"Yes, Frank I will get them, I promise you" Andy reassures.
I nod, "ok..."
Andy nods again, and leads me out of my room, and into his office.
I sit down opposite Andy and play with my gloves.
"So, first I'm going to say how glad I am that you're okay, I would never forgive myself if you died, Frank. I really do care about you, and so does Ray and Gerard."
I couldn't hide my annoyment then....
"Well, where THE FUCK are they then?!" I yell.
Andy looks surprised at my sudden temper.
I cross my arms, looking at the floor.
"This is what I wanted to talk to you about... Let's start with Ray.... Well, as you know he ran away.... But before that, I talked to him, and he told me some things....-"
"What things?" I cut him off.
"Well, it's confidential, but I'm going to break that promise with just one of the things he said..... Frank, Ray loves you, as more than a friend....."

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