"Hi. Yes. I'm here to see Al." Frank spoke as he leaned over the side of the reception desk of the hospital, tapping his foot nervously on the floor that was so shiny that it reflected his worried face back right up into his eyes that had just stopped 'leaking' salty tears. "Of course..." The nurse stated as she sat behind the desk. In a few clicks she had brought up a spreadsheet on the screen of her computer and her eyes flickered along the table as she fished for Al's name.
"He is in bay 3. The doctors have taken good care of him so you should be able to see him. He's just down there to the left, someone will be with you soon.." She spoke kindly as she pointed down the corridor.
"Okay. Thanks!" Frank spoke quickly, almost jumping from the desk and setting off down the corridor to where she had pointed.

The walls were a clean crisp white and so were the lights and the bed sheets and strange enough the colour of Al's skin. He lay at the end of the bay with his head resting lightly to one side and his eyes closed gently. As Frank turned the corner he saw the innocent young man, no...innocent young kid who lay with stitches threaded into the side of his cheek to keep the raw flesh held together. As Frank moved closer to him he saw a bandage wrapped around his arm, a slight tint of red blotching the surface of the white dressing. A blanket of purple bruises wrapped around the Al's neck, merging into different colours as they outlined the shape of a hand that could crush the windpipe and cause the receiver great pain. Al's hair fell gently in front of his closed eyes and if it weren't for the situation he looked like he could just be taking a quick nap. His other hand lay gently across his stomach with bruises also wrapping around his arm. Frank walked cautiously to his side.

"Hey..." Frank whispered gently as he placed his hand on Al's shoulder, "hey Al. It's me Frankie..."
Al began to stir and his eyes fluttered open as he stared at the figure that sat on the chair beside him. "Frank?" He asked, "w-what are you doing 'ere?"
"I came to see you Al. I was worried about you and called the ambulance for you after what Gerard did."
"Gerard?!" Al cried, sitting up and glancing around him nervously, "where is he?"
"Don't worry Al. We got him. If I am correct then he is currently on his way to the police station to be kept in custody before he is trialled for murder and assault." Frank reassured by placing his hands on Al's shoulder and helping him into a comfier position.
"B-b-but...." Muttered Al.
"It's okay Al."
"Why'd you come back for me?" Al asked as he shook slightly, "why'd you even care about me? I kicked you out for god sake Frankie"
"Because, I still love you Al."
"Oh." Al sounded shocked, "I'm sorry for accusing you and Joel now that Joel's um, dead. I'm sorry." He muttered looking down to his bed sheets whose soft cotton wrapped gently around him.
"Hey..." Frank smiled, lifting Al's head up from the floor so that he could gaze into his sad eyes, "listen I should be sorry. I didn't treat you right and for that I'm sorry, but Al."
Al glanced away with a tear gently falling down his face.

"Al..." Continued Frank as he waited for Al to turn around to face him, "Al...I still want to be with you."
"You could do better than me though..."
"No." Whispered Frank, "and besides if I could..." He titled his head to the side and smiled, "I wouldn't want to."
Frank leant forwards pressing his lips against Al's who at first pulled away looking surprised.
"Ow. Sorry..." Al peered up at Frank, "sorry."
"Hey. Listen Al..." Frank peered at the deep cuts that outlined Al's lips, caused by a knife that etched its way into his skin, "I'm sorry Al...."
"How about take 2?" Al spoke so quietly that he almost couldn't be heard. He pulled Frank back into him and kissed him, softer now, gentle and innocent with the cool metal of Franks lip ring touching his own fractured lips.

Frank relaxed as their lips connected, finally everything was over: yes...so many had died but he still had Al. Gerard had been caught and all should be well.
"I still want to be with you Al..." Frank whispered as their lips parted but they still wrapped each others arms around the other in a comforting cuddle.
"Baby steps..." Chuckled Al as he played with Frank's hair and smiled, "baby steps..."

Notes

Ahh...I can't write romance I'm sorry. So...this was my best attempt at writing something cute. Thanks for reeeading! (I listened to pierce the veil with my mum today and she said it was a little like all time low, she likes all time low so I guess ptv may have got another fan... maybe.) :) x
-Lou