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

"Bob Bryar is alive and well."

Doctor Demian watched as the faces of everyone in the waiting room filled with relief, lighting up with a smile when they heard the comforting news.

Gerard picked Frank's hand and kissed his knuckles lovingly, and Frank kissed his cheek with delight.

Livvie and Jane hugged tightly, sighing into each other's shoulders.

Doctor Demian gave a small sad smile, before clearing his throat to get their attention once again.

They looked up at him, Gerard and Frank holding hands and the girls sitting closely.

"But, I'm afraid it's not as good as it sounds," the doctor said. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the paper in his hand again.

He saw the expressions on everyone's face shifting into concern and confusion, so he continued on.

"Due to the blood loss, we had to go through some dangerous procedures, meaning we had to put Mr. Bryar in a short coma."

Livvie and Gerard seemed more worried than anyone.

"His body needs a while to recover. By what we know, he is most likely to stay in coma for the next few months."

The faces of the four people fell even more. Livvie looked like she was about to cry.

"Also, he might have some troubles walking in the future, because of the damage to the nerves in his back. He was very lucky, the knife missed his spine in several inches. If he got stabbed there... he might've lost his ability to walk for good. But we're optimistic about it, now that we know that no permanent damage was made."

Gerard and Frank sighed in relief, the older burying his face in the other's neck, seeking comfort, and Frank carded his hand through his hair.

Jane rubbed Livvie's shoulder lightly, seeing how tense she was after hearing the news about her brother.

"Does he have to stay here?" Livvie asked.

"Well, he needs to stay here for at least one more night, just so we can make sure nothing goes wrong. But starting from tomorrow, one of you can take custody of him, since he would practically be asleep, and there would be no threats to his medical condition."

They all looked at each other. The answer was clear, but they all waited for it to come.
"I'll take him," Livvie spoke up, and the others nodded.

"Who are you to him, miss?" Doctor Demian asked politely.

"I'm his sister," she replied simply, and the doctor nodded again.

"Okay. We are just going to sign you on some papers, and tomorrow noon we will help take him to your house."

"Thank you," she gave a small smile.

"Can we see him now?" Gerard blurted in. Doctor Demian moved from the doorstep and gestured inside, and the four of them stood up and walked into the room. "Hey guys?" The elder asked quietly, "C-can I have a moment alone with Bob? I-I need to do something real quick."

They nodded in confirmation, Frank giving him a soft smile, and Gerard kissed his cheek before tugging on the curtain, stepping inside and shutting it behind himself.

He stepped into the softly lit room, freezing momentarily at the sight of his best friend, lying there, shirtless, attached to a dozen machines that Gerard had no idea what they were doing.

He had a breathing mask covering his mouth and nose, and his calm expression and relaxed features gave Gerard the smallest hope, that Bob was totally fine.

That he was just sleeping.

The older man frowned to himself, letting go of the curtain he was clutching between his fingers and walking over to the bed, putting a hand over Bob's forehead.

It was warm. Thank god it was warm. The bearded man was alive, he was breathing, his attacker didn't make it to kill him.

Gerard's eyebrows furrowed, and he sat down on the chair next to Bob's bed, holding his hand and scanning every detail in his face.

"They say that people in coma can hear the outside world, they just can't respond," he began, very quietly. "So I just want to know..."

There was a bit of silence, the only sound being the breathing machine and the slow beeping of his heart rate, before Gerard looked up and talked again.

"Who did this to you, Bob?" He whispered, squeezing the other's hand, trying to get him to wake up and answer the question.

He took a deep breath, rubbing his thumb over Bob's knuckles slowly.

"W-was it Michael?" He asked quietly and looked up, as if trying to read the answer in the man's face.

The steady beeping of his heart rate continued on, comforting Gerard, yet he knew he couldn't calm down until he found out who did this to his best friend.

He had to know.

His eyebrows furrowed even more, and he squeezed the other's hand again.

"Was it Jonathan? D-did Jonathan do this to you? Did Jonathan stab you?" He asked, even more brokenly than before.

He sighed. Bob couldn't answer. Of course he couldn't. It was a stupid idea.

Gerard rested his hand on his friend's thigh, under his hip, where his jeans pockets were, rubbing his leg soothingly. But he was soothing himself more than anything.

Until...

Until he felt something. In Bob's pocket.

At first he thought it must've been the note from Jonathan that came along with the lube on the kitchen window, the one they hid from Frank earlier that day...

'But... Bob is left handed. He put the note in his left pocket. How could it move to the other side without him touching it?'

Gerard didn't know if he was just being a paranoid or right, so, just to be sure, he slipped his hand into Bob's right pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.

He unfolded it, seeing it was another note. A different note.

He frowned as he read what was inside, feeling himself getting filled with anger with every word as realization hit him.

'Oops. How did that happen? Poor Robert... That's what happens when you don't watch out, baby doll.
Happy birthday xoxo'

Gerard froze. He literally felt like he couldn't move as he stared at the note, rage and disgust and hatred flooding him, overwhelming him and making him just want to let his vampire side out and destroy everything around him.

He clutched the note tightly in his hand, crumpling it silently between his pale fingers as he glared into the air.

He felt tears form in his eyes. Now he DEFINITELY felt like an idiot.

His bottom lip started to quiver, a sickening feeling forming in his gut, and he leaned his forehead on the hand that he was holding as he felt himself tremble uncontrollably.

"I'm such an idiot. I'm so s-sorry Bob. I sh-shouldn't have let you go out there. I'm sorry," he whispered brokenly.

Fucking Jonathan. What else did he want from him? Couldn't he ever get enough of the torturing?

He got Gerard hard, several times, he raped him, he kissed him, drove him crazy, took over his sanity.

Gerard was his bitch once again. Jonathan won. He admitted it now, to himself.

So what did he want now? From Bob? Why would he stab him? To kill him? To push Gerard further over the edge?

What did it all mean?

The older man shrank into himself, curling at the side of Bob's bed, sniffling and shaking as he held onto his hand like a lifeline.

"He won," he barely whispered, as the piece of white paper continued to gain wrinkles. "I'm sorry, Bob. You wanted to help me, but he won. THEY won. I should just end everything. I shouldn't continue on hurting everybody. What if it gets to Livvie? What if it gets to Frank? I can't let anybody hurt them. I need both of them, like I need you. A-and I let him hurt you. I'm so sorry. So sorry. Fuck."

He sobbed heavily. His heart felt shattered, his soul melted, his hopes faded, and all that was left was his sleeping friend.

The friend. His best friend. The one that lied in coma for god-knows-how-long.

Gerard wanted to scream. He wanted to throw something out of the window and watch it break to the floor.

He reached for Bob's other pocket, taking out the first note, the one that was attached to the lube.

'I know I'm a bit late, but a rumor came to my ears, about you and little Frankie lacking lube.
So I bought you some. Don't worry. That one's on me. You can thank me later Baby ;)
Have fun xoxo'

He glared at the note, practically feeling Jonathan's smirk through the ink of the pen he used.

"You won, motherfucker," he said, almost without a voice. "Here, are you happy now? You got me. I'm your little whore. I'm your stupid baby doll. Kiss me, cuff me, fuck me, make me bleed. Just. Stop. Hurting them."

And Gerard, somewhere in his broken mind, hoped that Jonathan heard him. Because then he would realize that he won and would leave everyone alone... right?

The elder shoved both notes in his pocket and kept crying shamelessly, already fully aware that it didn't matter if he gave a fuck anymore.

He was lost, and there was no coming back from where he stood now.

xoxoxoxo

He heard the curtain being pulled behind him, and footsteps walking into the room.

He didn't care.

A pair of warm hands was wrapped around him, sliding from his shoulders to his chest, and he felt Frank rest his chin on his shoulder, kissing his shirt and cheek.

He sniffled silently as the younger man rubbed his sides and pressed small kisses along his neck.

Gerard just continued to hold onto Bob's hand, staring at his friend with glassy eyes, hoping that it will all go away.

"It's going to be okay," the young man whispered, lightly brushing Gerard's hair from his shoulder, kissing from his ear to the corner of his mouth. "The doctor said he will be okay."

Gerard stayed frozen. Numb. Everything he felt, thought and knew at that moment began to sink in, and he watched as his entire world slowly fell apart around him.

He barely listened to anything anymore. Couldn't feel anything.

He didn't hear Livvie talking to her brother, or saw Jane looking at the bearded man with concern and care.

He didn't move a muscle as his boyfriend hugged him from behind, squeezing him in reassurance and murmuring soothing words in his ear.

All he could see was darkness. All he felt was sorrow. It felt like a ghost, like a blood-covered demon crawling up his skin and sucking him in.

That's all that he was at that moment. Nothing.

All he wanted, all he wished for, was to stop everything.

Just give into his fate, into Jonathan.

After all... he was Gerard's puppeteer...

xoxoxoxo

"Excuse me?" Came a stranger's voice behind him.

He looked up and turned around along with the others, coming face to face with a middle-age dark-skinned nurse, who was holding the curtain and smiling kindly at them.

"I'm really sorry, but you need to leave now. Visit hours are over," she said gently, seeming genuinely sorry for telling them to go.

"Oh," Livvie replied. "Yeah o-okay."

"You can come back tomorrow morning," the nurse offered, "For now, have a good night you all."

"Goodnight," they all replied quietly, except for Gerard, and walked out of the room.

Frank looked down at his indifferent boyfriend, giving him a sympathetic look as he laced his fingers with the older.

He tugged him gently, and Gerard stood up, half-heartedly holding the other's hand, and the two walked out of the room, Frank wishing the nurse a goodnight one last time, and she smiled at him in return.

The couple went out of the hospital and towards their car. All along, Frank rubbed the back of Gerard's hand with his thumb, and from time to time brought it up and kissed his knuckles softly.

Gerard was still deep in thoughts, half noticing the affectionate gestures but not really bothering to respond to them.

Until a voice broke the silence.

"Do you want me to drive?"

Gerard blinked rapidly and looked over at his boyfriend, who had his lips pressed to the older's wrist and looked up at him, waiting for an answer.

Gerard's face stayed blank as he nodded softly, and then looked down at the floor again.

xoxoxoxo

During the car ride, he felt even more troubled than before, as he now started thinking about what it all meant.

What was he going to do now? How was he going to deal with Jonathan?

He knew if he just kept ignoring it, it would only bring more harm to everyone, since the younger man was damn crazy.

He sighed silently to himself as he stared out of the window. It's been a while since he simply sat in a car, without driving it.

And it gave him time to wonder. Wonder what exactly is going to come out of his life.

Because obviously, Jonathan wouldn't stop. Whether Gerard admitted defeat or not. The only choice he had left was to face Jonathan and speak up his mind.

And that annoyed him for some reason.

Like, what was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to run back into his arms so everyone could be safe? Was he supposed to fight Jonathan? Try to stand up to him?

Ugh, everything was so confusing. Gerard wished it could just be simpler...

He wished Bob would've been okay, that none of this would have happened and the bearded man could still run the record store with Livvie.

He wished Michael would've never bitten Frank, and then they wouldn't be in so much danger, Gerard wouldn't have anyone to protect but himself.

He wish he wouldn't have broken up with Jonathan, even though it was so right...

He wished the night at the alley never have happened.

If only he could erase the past three years of his life, just put himself back together and be what he wanted to be, it would all be so much easier.

He could've gotten married to Jonathan, stay in good touch with his brother, not having to lose Her.

Everything would've been perfect.

But no. Of course it couldn't be that way.

Now he loved Frank, Michael hated him, Jonathan was torturing him, She was dead, Bob was in a coma and nobody was happy.

It was all his fault. He knew this was all his fault. And the fact he allowed himself to make so many stupid mistakes in only a few years only made him more and more angry.

When the couple reached the house, Gerard didn't say a word as he stepped out of the car, slammed the door behind him and opened the place with a rush before stepping into the dark apartment.

He turned all the lights on quickly and walked along the corridor and into the bedroom.

Frank was tugging along behind him, but Gerard didn't notice. He couldn't care less about anything right now, all he knew was the rage and fury that built up inside him.

He just wanted to murder someone.

Not thinking at all at this point, he went over to the top drawer in his drawing desk, as the young man stepped into the room and looked at him worriedly.

Gerard swiftly opened the drawer, the same one where he kept all the notes he received from Jonathan and Michael in the past few months, and shoved the two notes in there before slamming the drawer shut again.

"G-Gee?"

He didn't reply. Everything and everyone around him could fuck off at the moment.

Gerard needed something. He needed violence. He needed something that would help him forget everything, and sex wouldn't do the job right now.

He grabbed his hair in both hands, tugging harshly as he groaned in frustration.

Frank watched helplessly as his boyfriend was losing it. He knew he couldn't do a thing to help him, and that only worried him more.

Gerard turned around.

There was one thing he could do right now. One option, one place, and one person he needed to see NOW.

He frowned to himself for a second, quickly running everything in his head, and eventually decided to put one big "fuck it" over the world, walking outside the room, pushing past Frank and heading towards the front door.

A certain son of a bitch needed to show his face in the next hour, or Gerard would definitely lose it and do something he'll regret even more.

If only he knew what was coming to him...

Notes

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