Big Baby (Sequel to Cry Baby) (Frerard)

Gerard had to be sedated and was forced to stay overnight at the hospital after his mother’s demise. Mikey was shocked, yet sighed with relief when he was told that Gerard didn’t have to stay upstairs in the psychiatric floor, despite all that ensued after Donna died. Mikey recalled Gerard screaming, hitting himself and the hospital staff and security guards, cursing at all of them and throwing chairs, and most of all, crying. He cried his heart and soul out, crying his mother’s name as he was strapped down to a hospital bed and was forced to be confronted with his irrational fear of needles. He cried until he could have sworn that his lungs gave out. That night was forever.
Mikey decided that it was best that Gerard did not attend Donna’s wake and funeral. He knew he couldn’t handle it, and the last thing he wanted was to have Gerard have a meltdown and make a scene there during a time of mourning and peace. He made sure with the administration with the Rainbow House to keep him home and unaware of these events, and thankfully, they did. For the past two weeks, Gerard was able to take time off work to cope with his loss. As Mikey pulled into the driveway of Gerard’s group home on a Friday morning, he hoped to himself that Gerard got enough time to do so. However, he wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t. Mikey walked upstairs to Gerard’s bedroom after checking in and lightly tapped on the door, peeking inside to see Gerard passed out in bed. He frowned, seeing Gerard unlike his usual self. He’s known his brother for staying outta bed all day, usually either playing with his toys or coloring when he wasn’t at work. He’s clearly still unable to cope with Donna’s death despite the therapy and counseling he’s received, but also wasn’t surprised. Mikey himself could barely come to terms with it too.
“Gee,” he whispered, lightly shaking Gerard’s shoulder as his body laid sprawled under the covers of his bed. He sleepily opened his eyes, mumbling and groaning as he turned away from Mikey and towards the wall. “Come on, Gee. Wake up. I’m here. I wanna talk to you for a bit,”
“I d-don’t wanna,” Gerard whined sleepily.
“Come on, Gee. Please?” Mikey begged. He sighed deeply, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I just wanna check up on you. Did you sleep okay?”
“N-no,” Gerard replied, shaking his head.
“Why not? Did you have a bad dream?”
Gerard didn’t answer. He turned over to face Mikey, his sleepy eyes slowly opening. Mikey could tell by the dark bags under his eyes that Gerard wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t sleep well. His face grimaced to a look of pure distress.
“I-I miss m-mommy,” he said, his voice shaking up from the tears that began to well up in his eyes.
“I know, Gee. I know,” Mikey sighed again, taking his brother into his arms, letting him cry into his shirt. “I miss her too,”
“I-I want h-her b-back!” Gerard pouted. “Wh-why did m-mommy have to d-die? It’s n-not fair!”
“Well, Gee…,” Mikey paused, thinking long and hard about what to say to his mourning brother. “She had cancer. She was really sick and suffering. It was her time to go. At least she’s not suffering anymore, you know?”
“I don’t c-care, I w-want her b-back! I want m-mommy b-back!” Gerard yelled, his voice muffled into Mikey’s shirt. Mikey continued to hold him, stroking his oily hair.
“I do too, Gee. I know. I want her back too,” Mikey said, slowly shaking his head. He really wanted to help his brother learn to accept what happened to their mother, even if he knew it wasn’t gonna be easy. Gerard eventually has to return to work and back to his normal self. It was heartbreaking to see him so forlorn. “Tell you what, Gee. I get off work early today. How about we go out for some ice cream later?”
“O-okay. Ice c-cream sounds g-good,” Gerard nodded. “C-can I g-go back t-to s-sleep? I’m v-very tired,”
“Yeah, that’s fine. You get some good rest, okay?” Mikey stood up, making his way to the bedroom door. “I’ll come pick you up at around two, is that okay?”
“Y-yeah, that’s o-okay,” Gerard replied, wrapping himself under the covers again and closing his eyes.
“Bye, Gee. See you later,” Mikey said as he left, shutting the door behind him. It wasn’t very long before Gerard lost consciousness, his world around him fading to black.

_ _ _
“Gee? Come on, beautiful. Open your eyes,” a voice called out, one that sounded familiar to him. He obeyed it, his eyelids opening up. He looked around to find that he was surrounded by nothing but pure white, like he was in some kind of limbo. It wasn’t like that for long, though. He looked in front of him and saw someone; someone he’s seen before, but hasn’t seen before in so long, and he didn’t know why that was the case. The young man with styled black hair and a lip piercing smiled down at him, his face so beautiful and welcoming.
“F-frankie?” Gerard asked, rubbing his tired eyes. “Is th-that you?”
“Yes, Gee. It’s me. You can see me, right?”
“Y-yeah,” Gerard nodded as he smiled. “Wh-where are we?”
“In your mind. You’re dreaming,” Frank replied, holding out his hand. “Come on. Up on your feet, pumpkin,”
“Wh-where have y-you been, F-frankie? I m-miss y-you!” Gerard pouted as he took Frank’s hand and got up to his feet. He needed to know why Frank has been gone for so long. He was his special friend, after all.
“Away, Gee. I still am. Right now you can only see me in your head. I can still talk to you...just not really in person,”
“Wh-why not, F-frankie? I m-miss you!”
“I just told you, Gee. I’m away. You’ve gotta come find me. You can talk to me up in here though,” Frank said, pointing a finger to his head. “You can hear my voice in your head when you’re awake. You understand what I’m telling you?”
“B-but I wanna b-be with y-you, F-frankie! Wh-where can I f-find you?”
“You gotta find that out yourself, Gee,” Frank smirked, one of his hands touching Gerard’s face, his thumb running across his cheek. “You can do it, baby. I know you can. I have faith in you,”
“C-can we p-play our g-games wh-when I f-find you?” Gerard asked, his face blushing as he felt Frank’s touch.
“Of course we can, baby,” Frank whispered as he leaned in and kissed Gerard softly on the lips. Gerard closed his eyes and moaned, loving the taste of Frank’s soft and sweet lips on his. They soon separated, their faces close to each other’s, with Frank’s eyes looking at Gerard’s. He smiled again. “It’s time to wake up, Gee…,”
At that moment, Gerard did, his mind snapping back into reality in his bedroom. He frowned when he saw no Frank there with him.
“Can you hear me, Gee?” a voice suddenly called out, making Gerard jump a bit, then sighed with relief when he soon learned who was addressing him in that calm male voice.
“Y-yeah, I c-can,” Gerard responded, smiling. He looked at the time on his Spongebob Squarepants alarm clock--it was almost nine. “C-can other people h-hear you?”
“No. Only you can, Gee,”
“Wh-why’s that?” Gerard asked as he crawled out of bed, putting on a pair of shorts with the Flash logo on it, as well as one of his favorite Batman t-shirts. “Wh-why can no o-one else h-hear you, F-frankie?”
“That’s just how it is. Only you can hear my voice inside of your head,”
“O-okay,” Gerard nodded as he walked out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen, looking at the chores schedule on the fridge. Today was his day to do the laundry. He pouted and cussed under his breath for a bit, then walked to the laundry room, starting his day. At least now he had a companion to keep him company while he did his dreaded chores. He couldn’t wait to tell Mikey about him having the ability to hear his special friend’s voice in his head. He also couldn’t wait to enjoy some ice cream with him.

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