18th Floor Balcony (Frerard) (Reupload)

The Way brothers arrived at the hospital, and Mikey let Gerard cling to him. It's common knowledge to Mikey that Gerard hates hospitals and needles, so none of this was good for him at all.
"Mikey...I'm scared," Gerard stuttered, shaking helplessly as the nurse prepared the syringe to draw blood from her patient. Gerard turned to his younger brother, his eyes full of desperation. "Mikey, will you...hold my hand?"
"Of course, Gee,"
Mikey felt like the big brother as he listened to Gerard whimper as the nurse drew blood from his arm. He soothed him and promised him treats and coffee when this was over, since he had to fast for the tests. They had a bit of some time to spare till the test results came in, so Mikey took Gerard to the cafeteria for treat. After that, they both returned to the doctor's office, where Dr. Trenton waited for them with the results.
"Mr. Way...and, Mr. Way," he smiled, nodding to the patient and his younger brother. "Why don't you tell me what has been going on in your home in the last three weeks since you started taking your new medication, Gerard?"
"Oh...well, uh...," Gerard blushed, unsure how to politely say how he's been having wet dreams over his former caregiver every night.
"Please, it is very important that we understand in order to explain our findings in your test results,"
"Well...I...I've been...kinda...been having strange things happen to me at night...and it involves...uh...it involves my sex drive," Gerard finally spat out.
"And are you sexually active?" Dr. Trenton asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Well...I really can't be," Gerard shrugged, looking down his dysfunctional, wheelchair-bound body in discontent.
"So then how does your recent event pertain to your sex drive? Can you please elaborate?"
"Recent event? What do you mean?" Gerard asked.
"Whatever is happening to you at night, Mr. Way,"
"Nothing is. I just keep...having dreams of him...," Gerard's voice trailed off as he smiled thinking of Frankie.
"And area these dreams resulting in nocturnal emissions?"
"I...I guess so," Gerard said reluctantly. "But it shouldn't happen this often, should it? It's never been this frequent for me before!"
"Well, actually," Mikey chimed in. "It is not happening at night as much as in the daytime, Dr. Trenton,"
"Oh...is it?" Gerard asked, furrowing his brow.
"Yes, and several times Marco has found you and had to clean you up," Mikey responded, shuddering the mentioning of Marco's name.
"And who is this Marco, and what is his position in your home?" the doctor asked, writing down a series of notes in his clipboard as he listened to the patient and his brother.
"He's one of my caregivers," Gerard said.
"One of them, so you have another?"
"Well...I used to...," Gerard frowned at the thought of his name, missing him dearly. "...and his name was Frank. Frank Iero,"
"So he has not been around then. When did you last have him in your service, Gerard?"
"I think it's been...oh god...I can't remember...," Gerard sighed, frustrated with his forgetful memory.
"It's been almost a month," Mikey added, frustration in his voice. "
"Look, doc. I get that you need information, but what is with all these questions?"
Dr. Trenton sighed, flipping through some papers in his clipboard. He adjusted his glasses before preparing to speak again, as if he had been reluctant to do so.
"Michael, Gerard...do you know what Gamma Hydroxybutyrate is?"
"Gamma what?" Gerard furrowed his brow. Mikey, on the other hand, felt himself tighten up a bit. He wasn't pleased to hear the name of that drug, clearly.
"GHB," he said, turning to his brother. "It's a date rape drug. It causes you to forget what is happening to you and it affects the central nervous system,"
"Correct, Mr. Way," Dr. Trenton nodded. "We found this in your brother's system, and we wager that it is not the first time we would have found it,"
Gerard felt his stomach churn. Marco...raped him? Violated him? How could he? He knew Marco wasn't the best person to be around, but...rape? It just couldn't be true...
"Wh-what?" Gerard stuttered, shaking. "You mean he...he...,"
"Dr. Trenton," Mikey growled, clenching his fists tightly. "Are you saying that my brother was violated? Are you saying he was...sexually assaulted?"
"Well, we would need to do a test with a rape kit to find that out, but since that is very difficult to hide in men, we are assuming that he just did things manually and orally to Gerard,"
Gerard started to shake with anger and dismay, his skin turning a ghostly pale as he felt himself gag. So it was true. Marco really did violate him. He made him disgusting and filthy...
"I will fucking kill him!" Mikey jolted up from his seat, his whole body shaking with rage, his furious eyes wanting to see Marco's severed head mounted on a wall at the hands of the younger Way brother for what he's done to Gerard.
"Mr. Way, that is ill-advised," Dr. Trenton frowned. "You need to have Marco arrested and get your brother another caretaker--"
"Are you fucking crazy?!" Mikey revolted. "Who the hell would I trust with my brother after that?"
"Mikey...," Gerard gagged again. "I...I think I'm gonna be sick...,"
Mikey ran to Gerard's side as he threw up all over his lap. Dr. Trenton called for a nurse, but Mikey growled at them. No one was touching his brother, and that's final.
"No, I'll help him," he snarled.
"I...I'm sorry, Mikey," Gerard said, hanging his head down in embarrassment as he started to cry looking down at the puke all over himself, his body shaking immensely. "I...I'm filthy...,"
"No, Gee. I'm sorry," Mikey rebutted, warm tears leaking from his eyes as he held onto Gerard tightly in his arms, not at all caring about the puke he got on himself. "I left you with that rapist bastard for hours a day, thinking he was taking care of you, when he was really taking advantage of you. I'm the one that should be sorry, big brother....I failed you,"
"No...," Gerard shook his head, his body now trembling violently. "No...no...NO!"
"Michael, if he does not calm down, we will have to sedate him," Dr. Trenton said as a nurse came into the room, attempting to calm the distraught patient.
"It's okay, sir," she said, laying a soothing hand on Gerard's shoulder. "Just calm down--"
"NO! NONONONONONONO!" Gerard screamed, hyperventilating as he clung on to his brother for his dear life, his body vulnerable and helpless in his wheelchair. "DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! I'M FUCKING FILTHY!"
"You guys are scaring him! Get the fuck away!" Mikey yelled, pushing the nurse away. He turned and held Gerard's face, wiping away his tears. "Gee, Gee....come on, calm down, big brother. It's okay--"
"No it's not, Mikey...no, it's fucking not!" Gerard wailed, his voice loud and booming, disturbing other patients in their rooms...
_ _ _
Frank was in the hospital getting some bloodwork done in order to stay on top of his certification when he heard someone screaming, someone that sounded...familiar. He excused himself and moved down the hallway to see what was going on, his curiosity getting the best of him. He wondered if maybe, in some way, he could be helpful in calming whatever conflict was taking place down the hall...
"Gee, seriously," Mikey pleaded, frustrated with his unstable brother. "I don't want them to--"
"Excuse me?" Frank called out from behind the curtain covering Gerard's room. "Can I be--,"
When Frank opened up the curtain, he saw Gerard with a terrified look on his face and Mikey on his knees beside him, trying to calm him down. Frank gasped and rushed over before any of the nurses or aides could stop him.
"Gee! Gee, it's me, Frankie!" he said, coming to Gerard's aid, kneeling down beside him. "Come on, Gee, focus! Look at me!"
"F-frankie?" Gerard stopped, his body still trembling as his eyes widened when he saw him. "F-frankie...is that you?"
"Yeah, Gee. It's me. Come on, man. You gotta calm down, or they're gonna sedate you, and I know how much you hate needles,"
"I...I can't, Frankie," Gerard shook his head. "I was...I was...,"
Gerard broke out into tears again, his sobs loud and violent. Frank held onto him and turned to Mikey, looking for some answers.
"Mikey, what's going on?" he asked.
"Frank...," Mikey said, looking just as distressed as his brother. "Marco has been giving Gerard GHB. He's...he's been...raped...multiple times,"
"What?!" Frank barked, feeling his heart stop dead in it's tracks.
"Frankie...," Gerard sobbed. "I'm filthy. I'm tainted, Frankie...I'm fucking dirty!"
"No you aren't Gee," Frank replied, still holding Gerard close to him. "You are not dirty, Gee. You are amazing. You're...," Frank stopped. What was he? He was more than just amazing to him. He was far more than just that in his eyes, despite what happened to him. "You're beautiful to me, Gerard...,"
As Gerard continued to cry, Frank looked over to Mikey, his face raw with tears.
"I'm going to take over full-time. I don't care, I will give up all my other charges. I am not seeing your brother get abused like this again, I swear,"
"Frank...," Mikey sighed remorsefully.
"I'm filthy...SO FUCKING FILTHY!" Gerard screamed again, thrashing violently in his seat as he looked down his outstretched hands. "SO GODDAMN FILTHY, FRANKIE! SO FILTHY, SO FILTHY, SO FUCKING DIRTY AND FILTHY!"
"Gerard, stop it!" Mikey yelled, holding onto a hysterical and unstable Gerard. "Please, big brother, stop it! Stop--"
Gerard's body went suddenly still, and Frank looked up to find a syringe in Gerard's neck. One of the nurses snuck up behind him and injected him with a sedative, making Gerard's body go limp in his chair.
"Frankie...," Gerard moaned before passing out, his body still in Frank's now shaking arms.
_ _ _
Frank looked around his new room in the apartment belonging to the Way brothers, nearly every inch of it taken up by boxes full of his belongings. His grandma Rosalie completely understood him wanting to do this. He left out the details of what happened to Gerard, but she was just as upset about it as well. Frank had not heard her cuss that much in years. He heard a knock at the door and turned around to find Mikey in the doorway.
"Hey, Mikey," he smiled a bit, remorse in his voice.
"Frank," Mikey replied, his face drained of all emotion and pale as snow from all he's heard and seen happen to poor Gerard. Frank walked over and pulled him into a hug.
"It's gonna be okay," he said. "The doctor said that there was no damage to Gerard and that asshole Marco is gone. I'll protect him, and you know that,"
"I don't know, Frank...," Mikey replied, his voice choked back by tears. "I honestly don't' know if I can trust anyone anymore. Not after what that bastard did to my brother. I can't afford to let him get hurt again,"
Frank sighed. He looked up at Mikey and cupped his cheek, wiping away the tears from the younger Way's eyes.
"We will both look after him, okay?"
"I have to be there for him, Frank. I just need to, which means I will have to quit my job...,"
"Mikey...don't be ridiculous," Frank said sternly. "You are not going to quit your job. I will be here for Gerard during the day and we will both take care of him in the evening,"
Mikey sighed, taking in Frank's words. He shook his head, trying his damndest to not lose himself to his own guilt and fear.
"Are you sure you really wanna do this, Frank? Gerard is a real mess.... He's gotten so much worse. Are you sure you can handle him?"
"If I could handle him in high school, I can handle him now. For us at least nothing has changed. We will be who we always were,"
Mikey stayed silent for a while. He kept his eyes down, which were full of sorrow and discontent. After what seemed like an eternity, he looked back up, a sad and bittersweet smile on his face.
"Okay, Frank," he said. Frank smiled and kissed Mikey on the cheek.
"Now, you get some sleep. I'll clean up from dinner and check on Gerard,"
"Alright. Thanks, Frank," Mikey said as he walked down the hall and retired to bed in his room.
Frank shut the light off in his room and went down to Gerard's. He knocked on the door frame even though the door was open. He could see Gerard using a crude device to allow him to read. He smiled internally at what he got for Gerard's birthday all those months ago.
"Hey Gee, how are you feeling? Did you want to eat more?"
Gerard didn't say a word. He just shook his head, his empty and sullen eyes still on the device. Frank frowned. It had been a week since they got rid of Marco, and it's also been that much time since Frank moved in. Gerard was clearly not that much better psychologically. Frank was more worried because Gerard refused therapy. Frank knew the damage that being violated could cause.
"Gee, talk to me, please?" Frank begged.
Gerard didn't reply. It was like Frank wasn't even there. He wished in the back of his mind he would just go away...but his lips refused to open to say it. Frank sighed, already getting frustrated with how stubborn and non-compliant Gerard is being.
"Fine, don't talk to me. Don't talk to anyone ever again," he said, turning to leave.
"Wait!" Gerard called out suddenly. Frank stopped with his hand on the door knob. Gerard looked up at him, his tearful eyes now begging him to stay.
"P-please don't leave...," he said.
"Well...why don't you tell me why I shouldn't?"
"B-because...I need you, Frank. I'm...scared...,"
Frank turned around and saw the trembling man that was his best friend. His heart broke when he saw what he was reduced to.
"Gee...," he whispered, quickly running over to the bed and upturning the device and pulled Gerard into a hug. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I was a coward, that I wasn't here to protect you. If I had not left, none of this would have happened to you. It's all my fault...,"
"No, Frankie...it's not your fault...," Gerard sniffled, crying into his friend's chest. "It's my fault for letting it happen. It's my fault for being so goddamn weak and helpless!"
"Stop that, Gee! That's not true!" Frank protested. "Marco took advantage of your kind heart, and you know it!"
"I know...and I couldn't stop him!"
"Silly man. That is what taking advantage means," Frank looked at Gerard. He had tears down his face to match. "I want to protect you, Gee. I want to make sure no one ever takes advantage of you ever again,"
"Don't cry, Frankie...," Gerard whined, wishing he could reach up with his immobile arms and wipe away those tears on Frank's face.
"I can't help it, Gee. I care about you too much,"
"Oh, Frankie....I do too!" Gerard buried his face in Frank's chest again and began to weep, his cries being the only thing filling the room, as well as his and Frank's ears. Frank held onto him tightly, shaking as his uncontrollable tears continued to run from his eyes.
"I'm never leaving you again, Gerard. I swear, I'll never leave you again. Remember that, Gee,"
"Please stay with me!" Gerard cried out.
"I will....I promise,"
Gerard continued to cling onto Frank like his whole fading life depended on it. He looked up at his caregiver with raw, tear-stained eyes.
"But Frankie...can you really stay with me when I'm a filthy mess?"
"I don't see a mess, Gee. I see someone who just needs a little extra help in his life, and I am happy to give it,"
Gerard didn't know what to say. He knows he's loved by his family, especially Mikey, but with Frank...this is something different, and he loved how it felt. He smiled as he cried, his body begging Frank to not let ever let him go.
"Oh, Frankie...," he whispered, curling up closer to his passionate caretaker and staying close for his dear life.
"I got you, Gee," Frank smiled reassuringly, his arms wrapped tightly around his patient.
"Frankie...I'm scared," Gerard shivered.
"Don't be, baby. You never have to be scared when I'm here...," Frank stopped, realizing what he just said, what he just called Gerard. "I-I mean...I just...never mind. We should sleep now, it's late and--"
"Frankie....can you...stay with me?" Gerard suddenly asked, his eyes pleading. "I'm scared to sleep alone,"
"Sure, I'll pull up a chair and--,"
"No," Gerard shook his head. "I don't know if there's enough room in this bed, but...can you...oh, never mind," he sighed. "Forget I said anything,"
Frank realized what Gerard was saying. He let go and started to clear the bed off. He then slipped out of his scrubs to his boxers and t-shirt. He moved around the bed and climbed in. Gerard gasped. He didn't think Frank would actually do it, but when he did, he smiled warmly, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes yet again.
"Thank you...,"
"Anytime, Gee," Frank smiled back, placing an arm over Gerard's chest. Gerard shut his eyes for a little while, but it wasn't long before they opened back up, looking back up at Frank with discontent. There was something eating at him...and he had to tell him.
"Gee? You alright?" Frank asked, his brow furrowed.
"Frank...you know why I asked you to sleep with me?"
"You can tell me if you want, but it doesn't matter. I want to be there for you no matter what the reason,"
"Are you sure? You sure you won't laugh?"
"I would never laugh at you, Gee,"
"Oh...," Gerard frowned.
"Well...whenever I'm alone and sleeping...I...I hear voiced laught at me and calling me names. It happens all the time,"
"I can assure you that none of them are me, and I will kick their asses when I find out who they are!" Frank smiled down at Gerard, reassuring him.
"I don't know who they are, but...I always thought that if I have someone right by me...they'll go away, because someone's there to chase them away...,"
Gerard smiled back, burying his head into Frank's chest again, despite his struggling effort to wrap his immobile arms around him.
"Thank you, Frankie...,"
"Anytime, Gerard," Frank replied, pulling Gerard close...and that was when Gerard reached up and pressed his lips against Frank's, kissing him. Frank was surprised, but not in a negative way. Instead, he cupped his hand on Gerard's cheek and returned the favor.
"Mmmm...," Gerard moaned.
He suddenly paused, that horrid image of Marco in his head, holding him in a grasp as he had his evil way with him. Gerard gasped and pulled back, his eyes wide with horror as his body shook.
"D-don't hurt me!" he stuttered. "Don't...,"
Gerard stopped, realizing he was mistaken. It was not Marco lying next to him. It was still Frankie. Frank sighed, knowing in the back of his mind that this was gonna happen.
"Sorry, Gee...I...I like you, I really do, but it is too soon for this. I know you're seeking comfort, but right now you are going to get scared and push me away, and I don't want that," Frank said as he got up out of the hospital bed and grabbed his clothing. "I'll see you in the morning, Gee," he smiled as he blew a kiss to Gerard and left.
Gerard cursed under his breath as he watched Frank leave him. He knew that what happened between himself and Marco would haunt him forever...but he never imagined it would be like this, where he found himself pushing away the man he loves and adores so much. He fucked up. The stupid memories of Marco violating him took over and fucked everything up. Gerard sighed as tears escaped his eyes, all alone and feeling like a failure.

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