Scandalous (Frerard)

Chapter 3
Franks p.o.v

I listened to the faint buzzing of the lights and the annoying beep of my heart monitor.
I thought scientist said that when you're dying, all you could do was pray that you’d live, even if it as a suicide. And all I was thinking about how much I wanted to die. Not that it was a suicide attempt, but it might as well have been.
I don’t think any one knows I’m awake, otherwise a doctor would be in here, telling me some medical bullshit.
I sit up slowly, looking around the dull hospital room. The tv is on, flashing bright colors in the darkness of the room. Should I tell someone I’m up?
I’m rather disappointed I didn’t die, if I’m honest. It actually kinda pisses me off, I was so fucking close.
I rip the I.v out of my arm, including every other needle pressed into my skin. There’s at least 7, and as soon as I’m done, I feel weak. I try to get up from the bed, but end up face planting, and manage to knock over the machine that was taking my blood.
Unfortunately, It makes the loudest fucking sound possible, so a nurse comes rushing in right away. Dammit.
“Sir, are you okay?!” she says, rushing over to me. She helps me into bed as I nod, answering her question.
“Why am I not dead?” I blurt out. She looks sadly at me, a hint of shock in her eyes.
“I’ll go get the doctor.” She answers quietly, exiting the room. Fuckin aye. I sigh, leaning back against the bed. I wonder if my family knew where I was. They probably didn’t care, my dad espacially.
The nurse returns with a fairly attractive doctor, and my mother, Kendall, and Lyric.
“Oh, my baby! Are you okay?! Your not hurting, ri-”
“Mom, mom, I’m fine.” I say, brushing off her concerns. The sudden sight of my family, minus my father, made me numb.
“Alright doc, give us the stats, or whatever.” I say, looking over to the doctor. He nods and clears his throat, looking through his folder, which i assumed to be all my medical bull shit.
“So, it seems you had a drug overdose,” He states quite bluntly. “Care to explain?”
Oh, fuck. Couldn’t I go to jail for this? Or rehab?
“Uh, I was drugged.” I blert out, staring at my hands with a poker face. What the fuck Frank?! Why the actual fuck did you say that?! I could have gotten help!
The doctor stares at me disbelievingly before moving on, sighing a little.
“Right, well, the abuse of drugs seemed to have affected your liver quite significantly.” He says, a now sympathetic look on his face. I raise my eyebrows as a horrified look comes over my mother's face.
“If any other drug abuse occurs, your liver could fail. You could die.” He tells me quietly. I look at him dumbly, unable to comprehend his last sentence.
Oh.
My mother chokes back a sob as my brother holds her to his chest, Lyric standing awkwardly by the door. She looks at me sadly, as if knowing what I was doing to myself.
“When can I leave?” I ask quickly. I wanted to get the fuck out of here. A look of surprise comes over the doctor's face. Yeah, doc, I don’t give a fuck about my failing liver.
“Well, we need to get more blood into you, and keep you under observation, so about a day.” He says. I nod and look over at my mother, seeing mascara running down her face. A pang of guilt runs over me, but I try hard to ignore it. The doctor and the nurse exit the room, leaning the rest of us.
“Were you really drugged, Frank?” She demands, tears still making their way down her lovely face. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out, making her cry more. I just sit there, feeling numb. Suddenly I remember Gerard, and I feel a terrible need to talk to him. But would he want to talk to me?
“Where’s my phone?” I choke out, looking between them frantically. She looks at me with annoyance before releasing a bag with my clothes that I was wearing when I nearly died.
“They gave us this stuff when we met the doctor. It’s everything they found on you.” She says, handing me the bag. I care fully open it up, digging through it. I find my phone, and quickly unlock it, finding an unread message from the day I gave Gerard my number.

From: Unknown
Hey Frank. This is my number, call me when you need a friend :)

Unfortunately, my phone was at 17% so I knew I needed to act fast. Not caring that my family was still in the room, I quickly call Gerard, praying he’ll pick up.
Ring.
What if he was just being nice? What if he doesn't want me to call him?
Ring.
He probably thinks I'm a fucking weirdo, rich, little b-
“Hello? Frank?” Gerard asks, his voice sounding concerned.
“Gerard,” I choke out, my voice sounded strangled. The sound of his voice soothed me slightly.
“Frank, what's wrong? Where are you?” He rushes out, sounding genuinely concerned.
“I’m at-at the hospital. St. Mary’s.” I answer him, my voice still sounding breathless and broken.
“What? Why? What floor and room number?” He demands.
“Uh, floor 3 and room 67.” I tell him quickly. I saw the numbers on my paper work.
“I’ll be there in ten.” He says, hanging up. As soon as I realise he’s not on the line anymore, I feel my throat close up. Everyone stares at me, seeming a bit confused.
“Who was that?” She asked, tilting her head a little.
“A friend.” I answer, shrugging. She just nods, and comes to sit in my bed, stroking my leg. I begin to feel an eruption of sadness in my chest, bubbling up and coming out as sobs. My mother lays next to me as I cry, shushing me and running her fingers through my hair. I lean into her touch, the only touch I will never flinch away from. Its his fault I'm so fucked up, It's his fault I can't let any one but my own mother touch me. I don’t feel him when she holds me, I feel my mother. Lyric and Kendel com to sit next to us, comforting me with kind words. I just lie there, my chest heaving and my eyes pouring out tears.
I don’t stop until I hear a knock at the door.
Gerard. I see the red haired beauty as soon as I open my eyes, along with Mikey and Bert. I sit up a little, looking at them, tears still pouring down my face.
My mom gets up, a little confusedly, but motions for Kendall and Lyric to get up to.
“I’ll give you guys a moment.” She says, smiling a little, although I see tears in her green eyes. I try to smile back, but fail miserably. They exit the room, leaving the four of us to sit in silence. They slowly sit in the couch by my bed.
I’m no longer sobbing, but tears still make their way down my face.
“What happened, Frank?’ Gerard asks, looking at me with concern. Bert and Mikey look the same way, each of them seeming to be genuinely concerned.
“I overdosed,” I blurt out, leaving a horrified look on each of their faces. “I didn’t mean to though! I was just trying to get fucked up. I mean, I wasn’t trying to die, but I definitely didn’t mind that I was.” I rush out, wiping my tears off my face. Gerard springs up from the couch and sits beside me, taking me in his arms. He begins to lift me into his lap, giving us better access to each other.
I buried my head in the crook of his neck and began to sob again as he rocked us back and forth.
Then I realise.
He’s holding me.
And I don’t feel him.
I hold him tighter. Why do I feel so safe with him? What am i doing? Why am I so comfortable with this beautiful red head?
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Time is gettin' harder and harder
More and more each day, yeah
Still I am determined that I am never gonna change my way
Thinking 'bout love the way it should be
You gotta open your eyes and you will see
About love the way it should be
You gotta make up your minds and you'll advance humanity
Humanity, humanity, humanity
What happened to the love
That they are all talking about?
It's nothing but useless words
Coming from out of their mouths
Talking 'bout love the way it should be
We gotta open our eyes and we will see
About love the way it should be.

Notes

So Frank's alive!
I hope you guys are liking the story <3
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