3rd Person POV


Gerard laid in his hospital bed, cut and bruised. 'Why did I go so hard on myself?' he said to himself.

Perhaps it was guilt, possibly resentment towards himself for hurting Frank so bad that they both had to come to this horrible place.

Gerard hated the hospital scene. He hated the people, the smell, and out of all the other terrible shit.. the needles. Those long sharp silvery medicine dripping weapons, needles would be the death of him.

"Gerard? You awake sweety?" A candy striper opened up his curtain that brought him his privacy from affront. Not from the side, Frank was there in his own bed.. Gerard didn't want to see him.

"Hey there.." Gerard bit his already split lip, while looking the girl up and down. She had a long curly fiery red hair that she didn't mind putting up. Her skin was paler than Gerard's.

She walked over to his side, he placed a hand on her hip bringing her closer to him.

"Not now!" ..she whispered.. "Gerard. A man is here to see you."

Gerard groaned, "Fuck.. the fuzz?" he whispered, the girl didn't even bother to look at him, she just nodded.

Gerard watched her leave his room, well.. her ass.

Minutes later a man walked in, he wore a regular police uniform.

"Hello Mr.Way."

"Hello, Mr.Cop.."

The cop gave him a -fake- smile, "I'd like to ask you a few questions for the police report."

Gerard gasped and sat all the way up. "A police report?"

"Well.. yeah. So, please explain just what happened.."

"Well.. Frank and I had a fight, that's good enough.. right?"

"I wish it were that easy, but no. How did you and him get into this fight? Who through the first punch?..."

Gerard looked at the ground, what was he going to do. Sure enough Frank would give the whole -true- story. Gerard had to think of something similar to whatever Frank had most likely blabbed.

"Well officer, Frank and my brother were talking in the bathroom about how terrible the plumbing was and how it isn't clean at all. And that made me mad, on top of everything else that had happened that morning."

The officer nodded and ordered Gerard to continue.

"I mean like.. custodians try and they are totally underpaid for what they do. They like ..clean up our shit, so why isn't anyone grateful. Kind of like your line of work, you keep the streets clean and yet... everyone hates your guts."

"Okay.. got it.. how did the fight go down?"

"..I threw the first punch because well, I already told you why. And then he hit me back in defense, and now I regret hitting him in the first place because that kids got a lot up his sleeve." Gerard gave a weak laugh.

"But you ..you obviously got him better."

"Yeah, I got caught up in the moment I guess."

"Did he stop fighting at all?"

"He was choking me and so I hit him with all the willpower I had. We both went down at the same time."

"I'll take that as a..no.."

Gerard shrugged and closed his eyes, pretending to fall back to sleep.

"Well.. I'll be getting on my way. I'm questioning Frank tomorrow, hopefully he wont have a different story..Gerard."

"You're most likely to believe him because he's got more gashes, right?" Gerard smirked.

The cop didn't say anything, he just left.

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After an hour or so Gerard had been awaken by loud groans..

"Shut up." he groaned

"Nurse.." Frank yelled.

"Oh.. it's you." Gerard spoke bitterly.

"Gerard? Please help.. get a nurse.. Please.."

Gerard rolled his eyes, "Stop being such a baby, what's wrong with you anyways?"

"I..I.. I tried to go to the bathroom, use the pot or whatever but I.. well, I fell."

Gerard gave a hoarse laugh, "Is your dick out?"

Frank didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Yes.. my gown is somewhere around here, it fell off..." he whimpered.

Gerard bit his lip, and couldn't help but feel something inside of him stir.

"Oh shit." his voice cracking.

"Stop it." Frank said sharply, but yet somehow still weak.

"Well.. I don't know what time it is. But it seems late, the nurses are probably out in the lobby or out smoking somewhere. So you're fucked."

"Could you help me.. I heard they don't have you hooked up to anything but a monitor."

"In your dreams."

"You beat the shit out of me and out of yourself to make this look like a fight to cover up what you actually did to me. You spewed bullshit out of your mouth to that cop.. you owe me. I probably shouldn't even be near you.. but I gotta feeling you wont be laying me down any time soon." Frank muttered.

Gerard's stomach dropped and guilt crashed down on him like a wave.

"Do you hate me?"

"I've gotta right to."

"If I help you will you hate me less?"

"I honestly don't get why you are so worried about me and my feelings towards you. You almost killed me. On purpose."

"I don't know."

"..Yes, I'll hate you less, please help me. And don't pay attention to my ten inch wang."

"What a comedian." Gerard mumbled while detaching his clips.

He hobbled out of bed and opened his left side curtain to find Frank sprawled out on the floor face first, the backside of his body was exposed. He had a bowl in his left hand, liquids poured out of it close to Frank's head.

Frank turned to face Gerard, his expression read defeat. Gerard couldn't help but stare at the naked boy. He felt somewhat.. strange.

"Please come on Gerard, this isn't funny. Get the gown and redress me.. "

"Oh.. okay.." Gerard breathed.

Notes

Sup guys, so this chapter is was I like to call a 'Gateway To Gay'.
Speaking of the gateway, is anyone reading Emperor's New 'Clothes'? It's one of my favorite fics at the moment.. The last chapter rocked my socks off... (it was the ultimate gateway)