Maybe, you're gonna be the one to save me.

-Frank's pov-
I woke up aching. Like, my whole face, all of me was hurting. I felt a pressure on my hand, I squeezed it and managed to make out that it was in fact, another hand. I opened my eyes and tried to sit up. I saw Gerard his head nestled in the blankets. I moved his hair out of his face, to reveal that he was in fact sleeping. I think, I'm not sure. 'Gerard?' I said, my voice heavy from sleep. He opened his eyes slightly, and then he realised. I knew, he knew I knew. We both knew each other knew. He lifted his head and let go of my hand, almost reluctantly. Wait, was he gay. My mom said that gay people had aids. Did I have aids now... wait, how do aids even work. 'Sorry...' Gerard said before getting up, I thought he was going to leave, until he grabbed some tissues. He held them out to me, I looked at him, tilting my head, to show the confusion. 'For your nose,' he said, 'it's bleeding a bit.' I took the tissues and thanked him. Now I just had to see where the blood is. 'Do you need any help?' Gerard asked, laughing slightly. I nodded and smiled, feeling silly. 'Is it okay if I get up here?' he said, pointing towards the bed. I nodded. Now terrified, was he about to give me aids?
The whole aids situation was getting out of hand. 'Do you have aids....?' I said quietly. Gerard smiled, shaking his head. 'You've had the old aids thing drilled into you?' He said, sitting on the side of the bed. I felt embarrassed now... 'I just thought, because like... you were holding my hand that you're gay, and my mom always says that everyone that is gay has aids and I just don't wanna get aids...' I trailed off, think that what I said was wrong and I didn't want to upset anyone. 'Honey, aids only happens if you have unprotected sex, if you were to use an HIV positive needle, and stuff like that,' Gerard laughed, 'my mom is a sexual health teacher, anyway I don't even have HIV.' I smiled, feeling slightly more comforted. Gerard moved closer to me and wiped away the blood from my lip. The nurse popped her head around the curtain, 'I'm going to lunch now boys, will you be okay?' She said, quietly, she was a short lady, with a white perm and a glasses on a string. I nodded. 'Yeah, just cleaning up the blood,' I laughed. The nurse left the room, now we were alone. 'Ooh, we're alone,' Gerard laughed, jokingly making kissing faces at me. I laughed, strangely liking it. No. I couldn't, I'm not gay. Gerard got closer, cleaning my nose more precisely. Our eyes locked, no no no no. I couldn't do it. I didn't even know him that well. Gerard was now so close I could feel his short breaths on my face. His breath smelled like coffee and cigarettes. His pupils were so dilated that I could barely see his eyes. They were now like a muddied green. It wasn't gonna hurt to kiss him once, right? 'Gerard,' I breathed, 'is this wrong?' He looked a bit confused. Almost to say what.

Notes

Sorry if the aids thing upset anyone that's just how the 80's were, I'm not sure I just asked my dad and that's what he told me.
Hope you enjoy it