In the car, Frank held onto Sammy in the back seat. Brendon’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. He was nervous, always taking glances at Frank and Sammy. He said, “We’re going to the hospital.” Frank didn’t reply. He kept his attention on Sammy who was grasping onto Frank’s shirt. She kept mumbling nonsense. None of it made any sense. Frank bit his lower lip, staring into Sammy’s drained green eyes.

Brendon pulled up in the driveway and quickly turned off the car and helped Sammy out of it, taking her to the ER with Frank following close behind.

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Frank repeatedly tapped his shoe against the floor as he sat outside Sammy’s room. He was told he and Brendon could not go in until Sammy woke up and the doctor had gone over her state properly. Brendon glanced over to Frank, “She’s going to be okay.”

Frank bit on his nail, “I hope so.”

The door opened and the doctor stepped out. He informed them both she is okay and they could go in. Frank didn’t hesitate. He walked in and immediately grabbed her hand and stood by her bedside, “Sammy ..”

Her eyes fluttered open. They locked eyes and Sammy abruptly started to cry. Her hand slipped from under Frank’s and she slapped them over her face and cried out, “I’m so stupid,” Before Frank could reply, Brendon said, “You’re not stupid. You were already drunk before accepting the drink. Don’t worry, we already informed the police about the culprit.”

Sammy looked at him through watery eyes. She sniffled, “I’m never drinking again.”

Brendon chuckled, making Sammy smirk through her tears.

Frank looked at Sammy, “How do you feel?”

She smiled at him, “A lot better. I still have a headache and my motor skills aren’t always voluntary but the doctor says I’ll be fine in about an hour.”

Frank mumbled, “I’m sorry I wasn’t looking after you when I should have been.”

Sammy didn’t reply. She looked away. Frank’s heart sunk. He grabbed her hand again and held it close to his chest without any dialogue.

Hours past and it seemed the only person who could Sammy smile in this situation was Brendon. Frank sat on a chair and watched from a distance, seeing the two smile. Brendon was sitting on a chair next to her beside, making her grin. Frank noticed Sammy couldn’t stop looking at Brendon, and it made him a little uncomfortable. Brendon told some jokes to keep her spirits up, and Frank finally came to the realization he was jealous. He was the best friend. He should be the one to make Sammy smile, not Brendon his tutor.

Frank looked away before getting up from his chair. He shouldn’t be jealous, Sammy’s smiling and that’s all that matters. Frank was beginning to walk out the door and Brendon asked, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get a snack from the vending machine.” He lied. He walked out and walked further down the hall before turning the corner and found the vending machine filled with snacks. He figured if he was already here, he might as well get something. He pulled out a crumpled dollar bill before letting the machine take his money. He punched in “B09” to get a snickers bar; just his luck, it got stuck. Abruptly, Frank kicked the machine and started to express his anger, punching it. He grunted with each punch before realizing his knuckles were numb. He used his left hand to grasp onto his right wrist and stared down at the ripped skin on his knuckles.

He pressed his forehead against the glass of the machine and stared down at it.

Could he be angry because he didn’t get his snickers? Maybe his jealously? Or could it be that he was mad at himself because he left Sammy unattended? He didn’t know. Hell, it could’ve been all of the above. He just knew he was angry .. and he wanted Gerard.

Frank pulled himself together before heading back to Sammy’s room. He glanced at the two, “I have to go home now. Sammy, I’ll visit you tomorrow morning.”

Sammy nodded, “Okay, Frankie.”

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Frank checked in with his mom before letting her know he was spending the night at a friend’s house. Of course he stretched the truth. He was cuddling with Gerard, softly crying in his arms. Gerard didn’t know why until Frank startd sobbing out the words. It was hard to understand him at first because of the constant crying but he put the pieces together. All Gerard could do was comfort him. Gerard thought Frank was crying because of Sammy’s accident, but Frank didn’t know why he was crying. His thoughts were chaotic and confusing him. He felt so peaceful sleeping in Gerard’s arms.

Notes

Sorry it's been so long! and for the short chapter xo