Ghosts - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjMkxji1Ex4

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Mikey had called the ambulance as soon as he saw Frank storming out of the door, running into the night, calling his brother’s name out loudly.
Surely Gerard needed medical help, how could he have escaped, after all he was kept hostage by two dangerous grown up men, Mikey wondered as he pressed his phone to his ear, biting his nails nervously as he waited.

Despite guessing what could’ve happened Mikey felt an enormous relieve to have Gerard back, knowing he was alive and well enough to drive a car.


After ending the vital call he kept standing in the doorframe even if he had to force himself to not run up to Gerard as well.
He was watching the lovers embrace each other on the grass. He wouldn’t disturb that, even if it was his brother and he too had been worried as fuck.


Mikey then changed his mind as he saw Gerard lean away from Frank- obviously feeling sick, Mikey sprinted over, screaming the wounded man's name as he got onto his knees, brushing Gerard’s messed up hair out of his face as the limp body rested unconsciously in Frank’s arms.


„What’s going on, Frank?!“ Mikey asked panicky, seeing all the blood that Gerard was covered in.


„He said he wasn’t feeling good and collapsed- did you call the ambulance?!“


„Yeah, should be here soon. Can’t we carry him inside? It’s fucking cold on the ground.“


„Sure- I-“ suddenly Frank yelped from pain as he tried to stand up.


„Aw dude, your leg!“ Mikey screamed as Frank had felt for his leg and looked down with a deep frown on his now bloody hand. Obviously the wound on his thigh had torn up again from running, moving that much.


„Damn…I totally forgot, didn’t even feel it until now“ Frank groaned and held Gerard tighter, kissing the man’s face again softly to distract himself.


„Don’t pass out as well please, I can’t carry any of you two.“ Mikey looked worried at the thought of being left alone with two passed out heavy men at once in the middle of the night.


But he didn’t have to worry for long, with a deafening sound the ambulance speeded up their street, making their neighbours push the curtains aside and stare through their windows curiously.
Flickering red and blue lights coloured the scene as two paramedics ran towards the dark silhouettes on the grass while the third one got the stretcher ready.


„Please, my boyfriend passed out- he’s hurt!“ Frank called out and tried to stand up again. He failed and fell to his knees with a pained face, but the paramedics got a hold of Gerard in time and laid him carefully but swiftly onto the stretcher.
Fixing his feet and upper body with adjustable straps they heaved the stretcher back into the vehicle while Frank was helped to his feet by Mikey, declining help for his leg as he tried to tell them what happened. The paramedics invited Frank to ride with them and with some help he made it inside the vehicle.


„No, no- take your car Mikey, we’ll need to get back somehow as well.“ Frank gestured dismissively in the younger man’s direction as Mikey was about to climb into the back of the ambulance as well.


„Oh..okey, sure.“ Mikey mumbled and stepped back, but Frank had already turned his head away from him, fixing his eyes on Gerard, taking the man’s hand.
The double door was closed in front of Mikey’s nose and suddenly he was standing alone on the street, watching dumb struck and freezing as the blinking car left the street and disappeared around the corner.


Walking slowly back to the house, he decided to get Frank’s shoes and jacket, and of course fresh clothes for Gerard as well. He packed all of it in a large plastic bag and locked the front door, which was still opened wide, letting the cold air sneak it’s way inside.


Silently he sat the bag on the passenger seat and started the car, gripping the cool leather wheel, staring out of the window.
Mikey felt bitterness rise in him. Once more he was treated like the third wheel and he didn’t like it at all.
If it hadn’t been for his call and announcement to come over, Frank would have let a lot more days pass until he would have started to search for his boyfriend. Mikey had the idea with the surveillance videos and it was also him who had printed and helped Frank hang all the hundreds of missing posters across town.
He wanted to see his brother as well, wanted to hold his hand, help him any way possible. But maybe he was helping him the most if he just brought him his stuff and supported Frank. Mikey sighed and drove off.


The younger Way had to search for an eternity and three days to find a fitting parking spot and as he finally walked inside the huge building his mood was anything but cheerful. The security guards at the entrance watched the bundle in his hands suspiciously but didn’t stop him, so he made his way to the counter and asked the night nurse for his brother’s room number.




„Finally, where have you been!“ Frank snapped as he saw Mikey walking inside the sterile white room.


„What’s your problem, man“ Mikey shot back angrily and threw the bag with clothes at Frank, who caught the bundle surprisingly well.
He started rummaging around, pulling the sweater over his head Mikey had packed for him and took the shoes out.

„You’ve forgotten my pants.“ Frank grumbled „You know the ones I’m wearing are torn from the knife, could have thought of that. Fresh socks would’ve been nice as well, mine are wet from the grass.“



Mikey glared at him but didn’t talk back. He just took the second chair and moved it to the other side of Gerard’s bed pulling his hood up to hide beneath it and took his brother’s hand softly.


Gerard was asleep, breathing evenly, oblivious about the things happening around him or where he was.
He was dressed in a loose hospital gown and looked a lot less scary without his bloodied sweatshirt, his face being rid of splatters and his hair freshly washed.
Mikey smiled sadly and squeezed his hand lightly. A tear rolled down his cheek and he brushed it off quickly, he needed to be strong for Gerard now. He wanted him to see a happy Mikey when he’d wake up, if he’d even look at him once and not only at Frank…


Mikey and Frank sat in silence for a full hour, avoiding eye contact. As Mikey looked at Frank accidentally the opposite man’s eyes turned cold and Mikey lowered his eyes quickly, going back to hold Gerard’s hand.


Mikey had absolutely no idea why Frank was so angry with him all of a sudden, had he said or done something wrong? Mikey guessed not. Maybe Frank had one of his famous mood swings again.
He decided not to bother that much and looked up as the door opened again.
One of the nurses walked in to check on their newly won patient and a few minutes later Gerard’s doctor, a young blonde woman in medical scrubs, joined them as well.


„So, Mr. Way has no severe damages, luckily, but he’s weak. He seems to have gone through a lot lately, we found only a few days old welts all over his back and thighs, he’s got bruises on his face and lower body, obviously from being gripped to harshly, we had to stitch his lip, he got a bump on the back of his head and a large contused wound on his right thigh.“ Mikey and Frank swallowed as she listed all the wounds and welts, Gerard owned.


„All of this leads us to a sexual crime, but he isn’t hurt, only his tissue is swollen lightly and minimally ripped at some parts, but that will heal in a few days. Nothing that couldn’t happen with consensual intercourse as well. He is very lucky to have escaped with such minor wounds.“ the doctor smiled gladly down at her patient.


„Do you know when he’ll wake up again?“ Frank asked worriedly.


„Oh, I bet very soon, he’s just exhausted from all his troubles. Give him a few more hours and he’ll be rested again.“ Assuring Mikey and Frank, that she’ll re-check on Gerard once again later the doctor left the small patient’s room again.


Gerard groaned sleepily and rolled over to his side, so he was facing Mikey now, who smiled at his brother’s ashen, but peaceful looking face. There really was a large purple bruise at his cheekbone and Mikey stroked his discoloured face tenderly.



Frank however had come closer to Gerard’s body, pulling his blankets down just a little, but exposing his whole back in the move.
Curiously and resentful he reached one tattooed arm out to trace his fingers over Gerard’s many welts. Someone else had marked Gerard as his. Frank couldn’t stand it at all. He pressed harder on one especially dark welt and heard Gerard whimper softly.


„Hey, what are you doing over there!?“ Mikey glanced over to Frank who stared back expressionless.


„Nothing“ Frank offered and raised his hands chastely.


„Doesn’t look like nothing!“ Mikey spat as he walked around the bed and saw Gerard’s exposed back, covered in red and purple welts.


„What are you doing to him? Can’t you let him rest for once? He needs-“ Mikey was stopped mid sentence by Frank’s quick hand that grabbed his hoodie and pulled him down harshly to the floor so his kneecaps hit the linoleum with a bounce. He was in between Frank’s opened legs and stared wide eyed at the man that held him there.


„Don’t tell me the fuck what he needs. First and foremost he needs me, so all is well.“ Frank had pulled Mikey closer to his face, so he could see his own reflection in Mikey’s dark and widened eyes. „Shut your mouth Mikey, nobody cares what you have to say, shouldn’t you be driving back to your girlfriend already?“ He spat and pushed him backwards so Mikey had to brace his fall with his forearms.


„W-what’s going on with you?!“ Mikey stuttered unbelievingly „You can’t t-talk to me like that, or about G-Gerard.“ he scrambled further away from Frank, gaining little of his composure again.
Frank had come to his feet, the pure white of the bandaged and halfway exposed leg shining in Mikey’s direction whose back was still pressed against the naked wall. Obviously they had nursed Frank’s wounds on the drive to the hospital.


He felt his heart beating rapidly as Frank walked over to him, squatting down in front of the tensed up male.


„Whatcha wanna do? Tell me off?“ Frank smirked and grabbed Mikey’s jaw, pressing a wet kiss to the struggling man’s lips, forcing his demanding tongue inside the other’s mouth until he had enough.


„Whore.“ Frank breathed at Mikey’s face, who had squeezed his eyes shut out of disgust and anger. His harasser got up again and strolled over to his seat, tucking Gerard back in as if nothing’s happened.


Mikey opened his eyes gingerly, breathing heavily. He was scared, almost petrified. Never before had someone treated him like that. Never before had he known this kind of verbal and physical abuse.
Frank’s kiss had been a warning, whatever he would say in front of Gerard about Frank’s malpractices, Frank would instantly tell his brother about the incident from last night…


Frank didn’t deign to look at the shivering boy, coming to his feet again and leaving the room hurriedly, he just smiled and stroked Gerard’s damp hair sweetly.

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