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Gerard was stressed; he was more stressed than normal. Sitting in his office he had piles of orders to get through, and payroll. He had no help, well he thought he had no help, and Frank was gonna be late today; with Gerard poking and prying for him to get his cough checked out.

Walking in at noon, with a prescription and Halls cough relief. There were a few customers, but no associates on the floor. Welcoming a few customers, he headed towards the back to find his boss.

Knocking lightly on the door, he saw Gerard with bedhead, his black thick-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. Smirking, Frank leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

“Hello, sir, I’m back from the doctor.” Frank said seductively. Gerard’s head lifted up, and all Frank could see were dark bags under his eyes. “Baby, are you okay?” Frank stood next to Gerard rubbing his back.

“It’s nothing sweetheart, I just have a lot of work to do and I don’t know how I am going to get it all done.” Gerard sighed, connecting his hip with his employee’s.

“Babe, I know this place inside and out just like you do. Why don’t I do the orders, and receving. And you do payroll and pay the bills for the building and everything else involved.” Frank leaned in kissing Gerard’s cheek.

“Really, you’d do that?” Gerard looked up at his beautiful boyfriend. Frank smiled.

“Of course, give me the papers, I’ll do them on the computer up front so I can ring customers up also.” Gerard grabbed Frank’s face, kissing his lips, thanking him.

“I love you.” Gerard smiled, handing him a decent stack of paper.

“Mmm, I love you. You want lunch I didn’t eat all day.” Frank asked before heading out the door.

“Chinese.” Gerard called, collapsing in his arm chair, but his shoulders were a little lighter now.

As the day progressed, Frank trucked through his paperwork, until he heard Gerard scream and knock something over. Running towards the back, Frank called Gerard’s name. Seeing his body leaning against the doorframe, he still looked like he had a fight with his hair and clothes.

“Frankie.” He whimpered. Grabbing on to his waist, Frank pulled his boyfriend’s weak body against his own.

“What happened baby, what-“

“My mother, she- she’s gone!” Gerard let his body go limp.

“Whoa, whoa baby, what-“

“His passed away this morning. Apparently his had cancer that we didn’t even know about. And-“ Frank pulled Gerard up, carrying him towards the chair. “I need to go, I need to go back to Jersey.” Gerard sat up, ready to make a run for it.

“Oh no! You are not driving like this. I will come with you, I will drive. Go home, I will lock up and go pack a bag and pick you up okay?” Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard’s neck.

“Really.”

“Really, now go I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” Kissing his forehead, letting him go home to pack for the most depressing weekend of his life.

Calling the band that was going to be playing tomorrow, he canceled, asking them if they would like to play next weekend. A bag packed and in the car, Frank pulled up outside of Gerard’s. Running up to the door, he knocked lightly, but there was no answer. Heat rose in his chest, checking the knob, it was open. Walking into the tiny house, Frank called for Gerard, but heard nothing. Running around the house, he finally got to his bedroom.

Opening the door, Gerard was on the floor, crying in his clothes.

“Oh honey.” Frank fell to his knees scoping up his distressed lover, cradling him in his arms. “It’s gonna be okay baby, everything is going to be okay.”

“Don’t leave.” Gerard whispered against Frank’s chest.

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