Scandalous (Frerard)

Chapter 5
Gerards p.o.v

I walk slilently down the hallway, Mikey at my side.My foot steps are light, whereas his are loud and demanding. Nurses and doctors pass us quickly, some of them giving us smiles, but mostly just ignoring us. We finally reach Frank's room, finding him in real clothes, his mother by his side, and a clipboard in hand.
He looks so...fragile. And thin. Unhealthily thin, but that's just something drugs do to you, I guess. I’ve never really noticed how...dead he looks. He looks like he’s dying, and I know it’s because of the drugs.
“Hey…” I say softly, stepping further into the room. Frank’s head snaps up, and he sends me a smile, gesturing for me to come and sit next to him.
“Hey Gerard.” He greets as I sit down, smiling warmly at me.
“Ready to get out of here?” I ask, smiling back at him. He nodded quickly, before turning back to the paperwork. Mikey sits on the couch next to the bed, a smile on his face.
Franks mom, Linda is her name, I think, smiles warmly at the two of us. It’s almost like a silent ‘thank you for being here," look.
“Alright, let's go give this to the nurses so they can discharge me.” Frank states, getting up from the hospital bed. I nod and get up to, as does Mikey. We all walk in a comfortable silence down the hall, until we reach a nurses station.
Frank exchanges a few words with the nurse, handing her the paperwork.
Before were able to leave, the doctor notices us. He comes over with a dazzling smile, but worried eyes.
“Frank, take care of yourself, okay?” The doctor tells Frank, smiling. Then, he places his hand on Franks shoulder, and Frank looks like he’s gonna pass out.
“O-okay, thanks doc.” He stutters out. I could tell he was trying his hardest to not freak out, just as the doctor removes his hand.
I turn to Frank, ready to ask him if he’s okay, but he’s already walking down the corridor.
We follow after him, into the elevator. He’s stiff the entire way out to the car, and I have to resist the urge to hold his hand.
“Mom, is it okay if Gerard drives me home?” Frank asks monotony, trying to smile at his mom.
“Course honey. See you at home.” She responds, kissing Frank's forehead, before turning away and waving to me and MIkey.
I smile over at Frank, before walking into the parking lot, searching for my car. Mikey and Frank follow, until I find the car. I unlock it, getting into the driver's seat, Frank in the passengers, and Mikey behind me. I quickly turn on the car, driving out of the hospital parking lot.
“So, how are you feeling Frankie?” I ask, smiling warmly at him. He looks over at me, sharing my smile, seeming to actually be happy for a second.
“Honestly, everything kinda aches. My stomach hurts like hell, because they had to pump it, but other then that I feel fine. Happy, almost.” He answers, looking at me. I nod and smile. That's good, right? I mean, he’s not sad, and he doesn’t want to abuse drugs right now..so…
I continue to look out of the window, until I feel something warm and soft slip into my hand. I look down to see Frank’s beautifully tattooed hand in mine. And he’s not flinching, or anything.
I grin and look back up, trying to ignore the tugging in my heart. I finally pull up to Frank's mansion type thing, and am forced to let go. I get out of the car, finding I miss the warmth of his hand in mine.
Linda’s car is already in the driveway as we walk up the stairs of his house, meaning she’s home, thank god. Frank opens the door, walking right in. I hear him gasp in surprise as he went in.
I look over his short frame, to find a banner and a cake, the banner saying ‘Welcome home Frank’. How electric. I guess all rich family’s like to over do it. A boy who looks about 17 stands by the table in which the cake is set on, along with Linda, and short girl, with pretty long brown hair, and a gorgeous smile.
“Welcome home Frank. You had me fucking worried.” The boy says, walking over to Frank. He was about to hold him, but I think he thought better of it, because he backed away after a second.
“Sorry Kendall. Thanks dude, I missed you.” Frank responds, trying his hardest to look happy and pleased, but I could tell he wanted to break down. I take a step towards him, grabbing his hand and lacing it with my own. He tensed a little, but when he realises it’s me, he almost immediately relaxes. The short girl steps forward, exchanging welcomings, but I’m not really paying attention anymore.
Where’s Frank’s dad? Shouldn’t he be here for this sort of thing? His son just got out of the hospital, after almost dying, Jesus Christ.
Apparently Frank is thinking the same thing, because he asks not two minutes later.
“Where’s dad?” He questions, looking at his mother. A silence falls over the room, making Frank nod and smile sadly. “That's okay. I didn’t expect him to be here anyway.” He says, answering his own question.
I sqeeze his hand, making him look up at me. I shoot him a sad smile and run my thumb along the side of his hand.
“Alright, well let's eat some cake!” Linda says, trying to brighten the mood. Frank nods and smiles a little, tugging my hand and leading me to the cake. Linda smiles softly at our intertwined hands, but no one else seems to notice.
Linda grabs a knife from the kitchen, while Mikey and I introduce ourselves to Kendell and the chick, whose name is apparently Lyric.
Linda returns with the cake knife and cuts everyone a piece, and soon we’re all crowded around their tv, socializing. Well, not exactly crowded, because, fuck, their house is so big it could never be crowded.
Frank sits by me on the couch, closer than I had expected him to be comfortable. He’s practically on my lap, not that I’m complaining. When we finish our cake, we sit for a while, until Frank gets bored.
“Were gonna head up to my room, ‘kay mom?” Frank asks, smiling at his mom. He looked almost happy right then, but not quite...there was something that was keeping the happiness at bay, something that was hurting him so much, he turned to drugs.
“M’kay hon.” She says, getting up off the couch and grabbing the plates left over form cake. Frank tugs me from the couch, gesturing for Mikey to come to. We walk up a flight of stairs, and down a hall, and finally into a room with a slipknot poster on the door. We walk inside Frank's room, and I'm Kinda surprised by the inside. It’s clean as all hell, covered in band poster, and there’s several guitars on the walls that looked like they hadn’t been touched in awhile.
“Holy fuck, your room is so clean.” Mikey says, looking around the rather large room.
“Uh, yeah, I really hate...dirtiness.” Frank says, wrinkling his nose. He tugs my hand, once again, and leads me to his bed. It has plush velvet bedding, and it's huge. It quite comfy too.
“You play?” Mikey asks, pointing at the guitars.
“Yeah, well, I haven't since…” Frank says, trailing off a little, before snapping his head up. “For about five months.” He finshes, looking weirdly at his hands.
“Gerard, I’ve gotta tell you something.” Frank says suddenly, looking at me seriously.
“Okay,” I say slowly, waiting for him to continue.
“I...well, they told me that my liver is close to failing. Like, because of the drugs, and alcohol I guess…” He says hesitantly, looking at our clasped hands. I feel a jolt of shock and horror go through my body, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m wrapping him tightly in my arms.
I expect him to flinch away, but he doesn’t. He melts into my touch almost immediately.
“You're not doing any more drugs. Where are the ones you bought from me? I’m throwing them away.” I say, letting go of him and standing up.
“No, I need those!” He says, getting up with me.
“Frank, please. You don’t need them. Please.” I say, taking a step forward and grabbing both his hands.
“I don’t...I can’t, I need them!” He says, looking desperately at me.
“But you don’t Frank! I won’t take them away, but please, any time you feel like using, call me, run to my house, just get to me. I will help you.” I say, making him look me in the eyes. He begins to nod slowly, coming closer to me. He wraps his arms around me, not making a sound. I can feel Mikey watching us, hell I can feel him smirking, but I can’t bring myself to to care.
All I cared about in that moment was the small, fragile boy in my arms, and how he was slowly falling apart.
All I could care about was how I was going to fix him.
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And love
Is not the easy thing
The only baggage
That you can bring
And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind
And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong
Walk on
Walk on
What you got, they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it.

Notes

I feel like this was total shit.
But happy new year!
xoxMay<3