If You Marry Me, Would You... (Frerard)

"Frankie, stop! Hold still!" Gerard exclaimed.

"No chance!" The young man replied.

The two were wrestling in the sheets, sweaty and panting, rolling around naked after two rounds of heated sex and a handjob. Gerard was currently trying to pin Frank down so he could kiss his face, to which the younger man protested.

Not that the older was anywhere near giving up, using the sheets around Frank's waist to swiftly pull him closer, grinning smugly at the gasp that left the other, and before he could move, Gerard was rolling on top of him and holding his wrists above his head.

"Now, will you stay still and let me kiss your face or are you going to continue on being an annoying little fucker?" The vampire asked, trying to hide the smirk in his voice.

"I think I'm gonna go with the latter," Frank said along with sticking his tongue out at the older man.

"Hm... I don't think so," Gerard said and leaned down, peppering kisses on every inch of Frank's face, from his forehead to his nose and his cheeks and jaw.

"You are so lucky it's your birthday," the boy scrunched his face up as Gerard licked his nose teasingly.

"Oh, I was counting on it, baby," he whispered, still pinning Frank down, and moved his lips to Frank's, kissing him slowly.

The young man melted into the action, and moaned softly when Gerard parted his lips and allowed his tongue to slide into the other's mouth.

"Shouldn't Bob be back soon?" Frank suddenly asked while he was sucking on Gerard's lower lip.

"I don't know," the older shrugged and continued to kiss Frank, "But it's getting late and he went out a while ago... I could call him."

"You probably should," Frank said, as the other turned to leave hickeys from his jaw downwards. "What if something happened to him?"

Gerard pulled away for a second, frowning into his boyfriend's neck and thinking about it momentarily.

"You're right," he said and rolled off of Frank, tugging the sheets over his waist and reaching for the nightstand to grab his phone.

He saw no missed calls or messages from Bob, and calmly dialed his friend's number while pressing the phone to his ear.

It rang.

The older man listened to the steady beeping, chewing on his thumbnail kind of nervously and waiting for the bearded man to pick up.

After about a minute of ringing, the call went to voicemail, and Gerard hung up with a sigh.

He looked back at his boyfriend, who was laying with his back to the headboard and watched him curiously.

Gerard shook his head slowly in a silent reply, lowering his gaze as he crawled to sit next to Frank, still clutching the phone in his hands and staring down at it.

"Well... maybe he just got delayed because of something," The younger offered, trying to relieve Gerard.

"That's exactly what I'm worried about," the older replied, his brows pulling together even further, as he didn't take his eyes off of the screen.

Frank sighed, reaching a hand to stroke Gerard's hair out of his face. The elder closed his eyes and leaned a bit into the touch.

"Bob never takes this long when he goes out," Gerard said as he leaned back into the headboard, "He knows where the grocery store is, and even by foot he should've been here already."

"Well, I'm sure it's nothing," Frank said, his hand still in the older man's hair.

"I hope you're right babe," Gerard whispered, his gaze falling again. "But something just feels very, very wrong, now that you've mentioned it."

xoxoxoxo

Bob was lying gasping on the pavement, trying to stay conscious by forcing his eyelids open wide. He knew what he should and shouldn't do in these moments, he had helped Gerard many times before when he was wounded, and Livvie in her once deadly hangovers.

But what was he supposed to do now?

Shaking, and with a groan of disapproval, he moved his head and looked around, spotting his phone, which was discarded not too far from him, after Jonathan left his frozen body and let him fall to the cold floor with an open bleeding wound and a numbness in his legs.

He panted helplessly, fully aware that if he kept losing blood this fast he wouldn't have much chance left.

He tried to will his hand to move, struggling against the heaviness of every muscle in his body and the dark spots that began clouding his vision.

As he was sliding his hand very slowly and shakily, he could feel the waves of shocking pain pounding his body from his lower back. He wasn't sure how much of this his system could take before he passed out from blood loss, or even died.

'The fuck happened to this city? Nobody happens to just walk by in these hours anymore?' He grumpily thought to himself, but he had better things to do now than to complain.

So he kept his eyes open and groaned weakly as he finally got his hand past his shoulder. Now, all he had to do was reach out forward, grab his phone, dial Gerard, and...

He heard a voice.

His body froze. It was a woman's voice, not so far away from him.

When he made it to look up, he noticed the tall figure walking along the street, wearing a blue jacket above her tight mini-dress, high-heels and carrying a small pink purse as her blonde hair curled around her makeup-covered face.

She was talking on the phone. She seemed about Frank's age, Bob thought, but he didn't have time to examine her right now, because he knew he had to get her attention if he wanted to stay alive for a bit longer.

As she got closer, continuing to chat with a small smile on her face, she suddenly noticed the person that was lying on the floor ahead of her, in a scarily big pool of blood, gasping for air and blinking rapidly as his shaky hand tried to reach forward, her eyes widened and she froze.

"I-I'll talk to you later, Julie," she said in a soft yet rushed voice, and quickly hung up before running over to the bearded man and kneeling beside him. "Oh god, you're bleeding from your back," she exclaimed worriedly.

All Bob could do was stare up at her with blank eyes and uneven breathing, as his muscles gave out completely.

The girl mentally calmed herself down and picked her phone up again, aware that neither of them had all day. She quickly pressed 911 and moved the phone to her ear.

"911, what's your emergency?" Came the voice a woman on the other side.

"H-hello? I-I'm with a some guy, h-he's lying on the floor, his back had probably been s-stabbed and he's losing major amounts of blood," the girl replied quickly, not taking her eyes off of the limp bearded man.

"Okay, first of all, put pressure on the wound to stop the blood loss. That's the most critical part," the woman answered.

The girl was quick to tug her jacket off, and pressed it forcefully onto the wound, hearing the man grunt in pain.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, and then listened closely for the woman's next instructions. "I am putting pressure on the wound. What now?"

"Is the man you're with awake?" She asked.

"Yes. His eyes are open and he's breathing, but he doesn't seem to be able to speak or move."

"Okay. Make sure he stays awake. Don't let him close his eyes. Do you know the man's name?"

"N-no, I found him just now on the street."

"What's your name?"

"Jane," she answered in her delicate voice.

Bob blinked up at her, his eyes lighting up with hope, as he now knew the name of the girl who was currently saving his life.

"You've done a great job, Jane. We now traced your location and have sent over an ambulance. But for now I need you to stay on the line and tell me if there are any changes in the man's state."

"O-okay," Jane said and looked down at Bob, her shaky hand still pressing the jacket tight onto the wound. It was probably heavily stained with blood by now, but she didn't care. That man's life mattered more than her new clothes.

Then, suddenly, as the woman was keeping her busy on the phone, Jane noticed Bob's lips parting slightly, and she instantly leaned closer.

"Ge... Gee..." He gasped out, barely conscious anymore.

"What is it?" Jane pressed nervously.

"G-Gerar...d" he eventually managed to choke out.

"Gerard? Who is it? Do you want to talk to him?" She asked, half ignoring the woman on the phone so she could listen to the man's words.

He gave a slight nod, coughing more blood and groaning pitifully as the pain shot through his body again.

"Okay, h-hold on," Jane said, searching with her eyes until they landed on his phone.

She quickly reached her free hand to take it, balancing her own device between her shoulder and her ear, as her other hand still clutched the thick blue fabric.

She turned it on, seeing two missed calls from someone named "Gerard Way", and figured it must be the right one.

Jane pressed the contact and put the phone to her other ear. It gave exactly one ring before a male's voice was heard on the other side.

"B-Bob? Is that you? Where are you? Are you okay?" The guy on the other side asked worriedly.

"Um... no, it's not Bob," the girl said as she looked down at the bearded man. She was about to speak up when the other guy cut her off.

"Who are you?!" He asked, more scared than angry.

"My name is J-Jane, I found him on the floor in the middle of the street."

"Oh god," the man choked out, "Is he a-alright?"

"I'm afraid not," she said, her eyebrows furrowed in worry. "He's bleeding, badly. I called 911 and they're sending an ambulance, but he asked me to call Gerard."

There was short silence on the other side, the woman from 911 still talking to her, but all of Jane's attention was averted to the dying man and "Gerard".

"Okay, that's-that's good," the male voice came back. It sounded weaker than earlier, like he was struggling not to cry. "Tell him I'll g-get to the hospital as s-soon as possible."

"I will," she said gently, and hung up, putting the phone in her purse safely and then turning to look at Bob, as she guessed. "Your friend is on his way to the hospital," she whispered to him, and saw the way the light in his eyes returned, yet he still seemed weak, his breath even more shallow and his expression showing pain. "Don't worry," she tried to soothe him, "Just stay awake. Just keep your eyes open and it will be okay."

Bob kept staring at that girl, looking at her like she was some sort of an angel sent to save his life.

He looked into her blue eyes through the fog that covered his vision, nearly putting him in complete darkness, and decided to keep himself up by holding onto the sparkle of her bright sky-like orbs.

The soft light of the street fell on her face, and created a small halo around her head, which only added to the angel image. He could see beyond the pink lipstick that painted her full lips, the soft shade of red on her round cheeks, the mascara that thickened her lashes lightly, and the eyeliner that emphasized the wide shape of her eyes.

She had a lot of natural beauty to her. Even if someone smudged all her makeup across her pale face and dressed her up in a garbage bag, she would still look stunning.

And that's exactly what Bob saw in front of him, even when the sound of sirens echoed in the distance and the ambulance pulled off right on the sidewalk, as a bunch of paramedics stormed out with a stretcher in their hands...

There was only Jane.

xoxoxoxo

"FUCKING HELL!" Gerard exclaimed once the girl hung up the phone.

He jumped up from the bed, tugging on the nearest pair of jeans and a shirt.

Frank did the same as he hurriedly asked for information.

Gerard gave him a sharp look as he slipped on his jacket and grabbed his car keys.

"Some fucker attacked Bob. He's bleeding, and by what I heard it's really bad. We need to be at the hospital. Now."

Frank nodded quickly, slipping on a sweater (with a bit of Gerard's help), and the two soon left the house, heading to the hospital to see their friend.

xoxoxoxo

Jane watched as the paramedics placed Bob on the stretcher, handing her her blue jacket back along with a genuine "thank you".

She didn't bother looking at the huge blood stain that soaked most of the fabric, only stared after him, after the bearded man who almost died in front of her.

"W-wait," she said as they were about to shut the ambulance's back door. The paramedics waited for her to step in, and she quickly looked around to make sure nothing was forgotten behind.

That's when she noticed the fresh bag of pasta that was rested near the pool of blood on the floor, and realizing Bob must've carried it with him on his way, she leaned down to pick it up and stored it in her purse along with his phone and her money.

Then she quickly climbed into the ambulance, and sat down next to the limp body, watching as every person on the vehicle worked to keep him alive.

xoxoxoxo

The couple were on their way to the hospital. As the vampire was nearly murdering the gas pedal with his foot, he pulled out his phone and handed it to Frank.

"Call Livvie. Tell her to get to the hospital as soon as she can. She'd want to see her brother," he instructed quickly, not taking his eyes off the road as a serious expression masked his deepest fears.

Frank took the phone from him and found the contact he was looking for before waiting for her to answer.

"Hello?" Came the girl's friendly voice on the other end of the line.

"Hey, Livvie? It's Frank. You need to get to the hospital," he said, staring out of the window and barely caring that Gerard was way past speed limit.

"What? Why?"

"Bob's not well. He's on his way there in an ambulance, and so are Gerard and I. We don't know much right now, but we need you there."

"O-okay," she said, concern clear in her voice. "I-I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Good. See you there. Bye."

"Bye."

Frank sighed as he hung up. He slowly looked over at Gerard, who didn't dare to slow down, but his mask fell a little, and the younger could see the tears welling in his hazel eyes.

"Hey..." he said softly, resting a hand on his boyfriend's thigh.

Gerard exhaled shakily, and didn't look away from the road as he talked.

"I am such an idiot," he whispered weakly. Frank frowned.

"No you're not. You had no way to know it was gonna happen."

"I should've realized!" The other exclaimed. "I should've known better than let him go out on his own! I bet it was Michael, or Jona-"

He cut himself off immediately, eyes wide.

Frank raised an eyebrow at him, about to open his mouth but Gerard spoke up first.

"We're here."

Frank looked up as they pulled over outside the hospital building, and removed his hand from Gerard's thigh while the older was already turning off the car and exiting with a deadly expression on his pale face.

The younger followed closely behind, and the two went over to the reception table, Gerard demanding to know where Bob Bryar was. The lady behind the counter gave him the number of the room on the second floor, and the older swiftly grabbed Frank's hand, practically dragging him all the way to room 106.

Once they got there, a doctor stopped them.

"Hello, are you here to see Bob Bryar?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm his best friend," Gerard replied, his hand tightening around Frank's in an almost painful manner.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Bryar is currently in the emergency department and cannot be visited. You two will unfortunately have to wait here or return later," the doctor replied politely.

Gerard stared at him for a few seconds, and then nodded with a small sigh, running a shaky hand through his hair.

"W-we'll wait here."

And then he looked up at the doctor.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, young man," the old doctor replied and fixed the glasses on his nose shortly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go back inside and see how they're doing."

Gerard stopped him before he went back in.

"Wait."

The man, "Dr. Demian", as his name tag said, turned around and raised an eyebrow at him, the patient expression still on his face.

"Will he be o-okay?" The black-haired man asked with pleading eyes.

Doctor Demian spun around fully and sighed quietly.

"I am going to be honest with you, young man. Your friend is in a very unstable state. And frankly, if that young woman wasn't there to save him he would've already been dead."

He watched with sympathy as the other man's face fell, horror filling his features, and his grip on Frank's hand weakened suddenly.

"We are... helping his struggle, you could say, and at the moment we're not really sure if he will survive, after all the blood he lost."

"Can you at least tell us what happened?"

"A sharp object had been inserted into his lower back," the doctor replied simply. "A big knife, it appears. It cut pretty deep. We have informed the police and they will be coming in for a questioning when he wakes up... well... assuming that he wakes up. But we are doing our best."

Gerard nodded, his eyebrows furrowing with dread and concern, and the doctor headed back inside after petting his shoulder in silent encouragement.

"If you want, the woman who found him is sitting in the waiting room. You could try to talk to her," he said gently before disappearing behind the blue door.

Gerard looked over at Frank, who had the exact same expression on his face.

The two looked around at the waiting room, quickly spotting the young woman who sat there crossed-legs, quietly chewing on her clear white fingernails, with the tight dress and high heels, clutching her pink purse to her stomach as she held a blood-stained jacket.

"E-excuse me?" Gerard approached her quietly. She turned her blue eyes to look at him. "Are you J-Jane?"

She nodded yes, and he slowly sat down beside her with a sigh.

"And a-are you Gerard?" She asked with a soft trembling voice.

He nodded. Frank walked over to them and sat beside Gerard, and the older immediately put an arm around his shoulders, letting the boy lean into him.

"So... you're the one who found Bob," he breathed after a few minutes of silence. Jane looked at the two and nodded. "Y-you saved his l-life, you know?" He whispered, and the girl nodded again.

"I was just walking by when I found him. He was on the floor bleeding, and I just... well, I just wanted to help him," she said brokenly. "And still, I don't know if he's going to make it."

"He will," Gerard gave her the smallest smile, his hands still rubbing up and down his boyfriend's arms. "I've known him for years. He never gives up."

Jane smiled softly at him, leaning back into her chair, and slowly reached down for the purse resting on her lap.

"You know... when I found Bob, he had his phone on him... and a bag of pasta," she said, pulling out the two items, and chuckled quietly as she scanned the bag. "I thought he might want it back when he wakes up."

Gerard smiled at her, as she handed him Bob's stuff, and the older man took them gently in his shaking hands.

"Thank you, for taking them with you," he said, and she nodded in approval.

"I just wanted to help."

"We're sorry if you were in the middle of something important, or..."

"No, that's okay," she was quick to inform him. "I was just on my way back to my apartment from a friend's house. Nothing big, really. Plus I want to make sure he's alive..."

"Oh," Gerard said, and both their gazes fell at the mention of Bob's "condition".

"So... what are your names?" Jane attempted to lighten the mood a little, looking up at the couple.

"I'm Gerard," the older said with a small smile, and then hugged Frank to his side and kissed the side of his head.

"And I'm Frank," the younger said, giving her a shy smile.

"Good to know," she grinned at them. "You two make a cute couple."

"Thank you," they said in unison, and smiled at each other lovingly.

xoxoxoxo

The three of them waited for what felt like hours.

After about twenty minutes of Gerard playing with Frank's hair slowly and Jane scrolling through her phone, just to keep herself preoccupied with something, Livvie arrived.

The girls introduced themselves to each other, and Livvie hugged Jane tightly knowing that this woman gave her brother a chance to live.

The four of them sat anxiously in the waiting room. Frank tried to soothe his boyfriend by pressing butterfly kisses to his hands and neck, and Gerard hugged him tightly in return.

Livvie was going through lists of new supply they should be getting soon for the store. She really wanted to just stop being nervous.

Jane was checking her Instagram aimlessly, going through pictures of her friends and double-tapping until the heart icon popped up. She felt small amount of happiness when she saw an old photo of her and her best friend Julie, eating ice cream and laughing together.

But right now she cared only about the stranger she helped.

Something about him just told her to stay. Something poked in her mind constantly, she wanted to see him again, she wanted to talk to him, to know he's alive.

And not just because she saved him...

No, what she was feeling was definitely too different to be simple worry for another human being.

It was something further, and Jane was determined to find out what it was.

xoxoxoxo

"Guys?"

The group of four people sitting next to each other in the waiting room snapped their heads up in surprise when doctor Demian's voice came from the doorstep of the emergency room.

"How's Bob?" Gerard was the first to speak up. The doctor gave him a sad smile, and glanced shortly into the room before looking back at the nervous men and women, who straightened up in their chairs in anticipation.

He cleared his throat and looked down at the paper in his hands, his face showing sadness.
"Well, we have been taking care of Bob for the past five hours, as you all know," he began, looking up at them.

Gerard and Frank clung onto to each other, listening to every word that left the doctor's mouth. Even Livvie and Jane were sitting closer now, holding hands with their eyebrows furrowed.

Doctor Demian seemed nervous to inform them all with the news, but he knew he would have to open his mouth and speak up eventually.

"We did our best to keep him stable, although he lost a lot of blood, and..."

All four pairs of eyes were trained on him, like four eagles waiting to eat him alive.

He cleared his throat again and just spit it out.

"Bob Bryar is..."

Notes

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