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Mass Hysteria!

Cleaning Up



(time passes)


The rest of Frank's day went without much incident...except one of the kittens managing to wedge itself in an awkward place, that Frank ended up spending nearly ten minutes trying to free it from.

When his day was over, he made sure all his babies had fresh water and clean litter trays, then grabbed his things and headed out, locking the door on the way. He walked over to Mikey, who was sat on the hood of his car, outside Pocket Pets.

"Hey Mikey...so how was your day?"

"I never realised how taking care of smaller creatures can make you so tired. I also found out that the bunnies weren't all male like we were told in that cage."

Frank cringed.

"Yikes!...Did you separate them now?"

"Yeah, but I think it's too late..."

Mikey gave a tired chuckle.

"They fucked like...themselves."

Frank laughed.

"Yeah, they’ll do that. You'll have to keep a close eye on the females til Ray comes back. If any of them are preggers, it’s gonna be a nightmare..."

He handed over the keys to Purrs.

"So the kitties are fed, watered and have fresh litter...I’m gonna go see Ray, do you want me to pass on a message?"

"Just ask him how the fuck he does it. I am more exhausted taking care of those rodents then I ever was with the kittens..."

Mikey took the keys.

"You don't have to lock up each time you know..."

Mikey looked blissfully at the key chain. He really did love his life...usually.

"Go, have fun, I'm gonna go lay in the pen and get some much needed purr therapy."

He clasped Frank on the shoulder and with an affectionate squeeze he was headed to his second home. Frank chuckled...sometimes he did that with the puppies, it worked a treat when he was feeling low. Sighing happily, he pulled out his car keys and walked over to his junker. It started on the third try and he put it in gear, before driving out of the parking lot and off toward the hospital.


(time passes)


Frank had put together a bunch of his own comics and books that he thought Ray would like, and he had them in a cloth bag on the passenger seat. After parking as close to the hospital doors as he could, he grabbed the bag and headed inside. He went up to the front desk, where a somewhat grumpy looking woman with glasses was tapping away on her keyboard.

"Uh hi. I’m looking for a patient?...Ray Toro, can you tell me where he is please?"

"Are you family cause Mr. Taro is in ICU and only immediate family can visit him."

"Toro, and yeah, I’m his sister."

Frank said with a straight face. He loved fucking with jobsworth bitches like this.

"Oh...uh...sorry I didn't know he had your kind in his family. Uh...go on in miss, room 4."

Frank grinned.

"Thank you sir, have a nice day."

He turned and followed where the woman had pointed. He got to the door and knocked.

"Yes, come in."

Frank opened the door and saw an older black gentleman in the bed.

"Oh uh...sorry, I think I’ve got the wrong room."

"Who are you looking for son?"

"Um, Ray?...Ray Toro?...is this room 4?"

He looked at the door and saw a large number 4 stencilled onto the wood. He frowned, had the bitch at the desk sent him to the wrong room on purpose?

"Ah, I see the problem. My name is Taro."

Frank laughed.

"The woman at the desk said Taro, but I corrected her cause I thought she couldn’t read or something..."

He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"No wonder she looked shocked when I said I was family. I’m sorry to disturb you."

"Ah it's no trouble. I haven't had a visitor in the time I've been here so it was nice of you to come, even if on accident."

Frank frowned slightly.

"Well I gotta go find my friend now, but I’ll pop back in when I’ve finished if you like..."

He pulled a pack of cards from his jacket pocket and smirked.

"You like Rummy?"

"You mean the game or my Cat?"

"Well I meant the game but...you’ve got a cat called Rummy?...that’s a cool name."

"He's a cool cat."

Frank giggled.

"Well I better go, but I’ll definitely be back...I wanna know more about your cool cat..."

He turned to the door, but then looked back.

"I’m Frank by the way."

"Rod, nice to meet you Frank."

"Nice to meet you too..."

Frank grinned wide.

"See you in a bit..."

He waved his hand at the older man then slipped back out the door. He went back to the front desk and the woman he’d spoken to before.

"Hello again sir, I appreciated meeting Mr. Rod Taro in room 4, but that’s not who I said I was here to see. Now, could you please tell me where Mr. Raymond Toro is?...thank you."

The woman turned around, but it wasnt a woman this time, it was a guy...and a cute one.

"Well hey there honey. Sure I can get you that number...if you give me yours."

Frank’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed.

"Oh err...sure?..."

He said unsurely...flustered. He pulled one of the new business cards from his pocket and hesitantly held it out.

"I’m Frank."

"Ryan..."

He purred taking the card and Frank's hand.

"Hope that's not your boyfriend you're visiting."

Frank shook his head.

"Just a friend...a colleague."

"Oh good. So when can I take you out for coffee?"

"Oh um, I mean...I don’t know I...I don’t have much time off..."

Frank chewed his lip awkwardly.

"Maybe...Saturday?"

"I'll hold you to that."

Ryan kissed Frank's hand.

"Now go cheer up your friend."

Frank giggled.

"Sure...what room?"

"Well you have to go to the normal patient wing on the third floor and he is in room 4 there."

"Ahh, well that explains the mix up then..."

Frank chuckled, rolling his eyes.

"Ok, so I better go..."

He took a breath and smiled.

"Call me."

Then he turned and headed to the elevator.

When he finally found where he was supposed to be, he knocked on the door of room 4...hoping that this would be Ray's room. Ray and Christa were in the same room and both looked like death.

"Hey guys..."

Frank said quietly as he stuck his head in around the door.

"You up for a visitor?"

"Frankie...what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you..."

He held up the bag of books and comics.

"Brought some things to help you pass the time."

"Oh that was nice of you..."

Ray gave a weak smile.

"I'll let Christa know when she wakes up."

Ray cough violently. Frank rushed to his bedside, putting the bag on the floor and picking up the water jug from the nightstand. He poured water into a paper cup then helped Ray to sit up a bit so he could drink.

"Easy there man, don’t choke. Do you want me to get the nurse?"

Just at that moment, a nurse appeared.

"Well Mr. Toro it seems I was right."

Ray groaned. Frank raised an eyebrow.

"What’s going on?"

"Mr. Toro would not keep his medication down so I said we had to move to suppository."

Frank’s eyes widened.

"Oh man!...I love you Ray, but I’m not sticking around to hold your hand for that..."

He smirked, picking the bag up off the floor and placing it on the foot of the bed.

"I’ll catch you later...yeah?"

The nurse laughed as she let Frank out. Frank waved bye then headed back to the elevator. He went back to the ground floor and straight to room 4. He knocked, then opened the door a little and stuck his head in.

"You awake Rod?"

"Didn't think you would really be back son."

Rod bayed him in and pointed to the chair. Frank grinned and entered the room, moving over to the chair and sitting down. He pulled the playing cards from his pocket and put them on the swing table.

"I said I would, and I’m a man of my word. So, you were gonna tell me more about your cat?"


(time passes)


"Damn Rod, you’re a hustler, admit it...you’ve beaten me six times now."

"Nah, I'm just older than you and know the tricks..."

The big man laughed and patted Frank's shoulder as he watched Frank yawn.

"I think you should get home son and get some sleep. I am sure you have work tomorrow."

"I do...but I’ll be back to see you after work tomorrow. No one should be stuck in this place all alone."

"You're a good kid Frank. Alright, see you tomorrow."

Frank yawned again and shook Rod's hand.

"I’m glad I was sent to the wrong room, Rod. I’ll leave you the cards and see you tomorrow..."

He stood up and stretched, then headed to the door. He paused when he got there and turned.

"Your cat, you’ve got someone to feed him...right? I could help out if you’d like."

"My cousin was supposed to be taking care of him...but then again, she was supposed to visit me and look how that turned out."

Frank frowned.

"Well, if you want me to check up on him, I can. I know you don’t know me from Adam, but I can show you my driver's licence and anything else to prove who I am...if you want?"

"Kid you are either an angel or saving up karma for when you really screw something up."

Frank chuckled tiredly.

"I’m too kinky to be an angel, man. I just like to help."

Rod let out a loud guffaw.

"Alright kid, you can help me out."

Frank grinned and pulled one of the shelter's cards out of his wallet.

"Cool. Here, my name and number are on the back."

Rod took it and then handed Frank a key.

"I gave them the key to the main door, but this one opens the garage one as well as the kitchen entrance..."

Rod wheezed a bit.

"Hope you find him in good health."

"I’ll look after him Rod, don’t worry..."

Frank pocketed the key, that had a little keyring attached with his address on it in faded black ink.

"See you tomorrow."

Then he left.


(time passes)


Frank was tired, but he couldn’t in all conscience leave Rod's cat until the morning, so he decided to head straight to his house...it was after all, on his way home. Pulling up outside the small one story house, Frank turned off his car and dug the key from his pocket. He climbed sleepily from the vehicle and walked up to the front door. As soon as he had the door open, he gasped and backed up a step, covering his nose and mouth with his hand. The smell was awful. Taking a few breaths of fresh air outside, he steeled himself and headed in. The house was tidy for the most part, but when he opened the kitchen door, he almost threw up right there on the carpet. Rod's poor little cat had been trapped in that room for what Frank imagined to be days. The room was a mess of cat faeces and urine, the litter tray in the corner was overflowing.

"Dear lord, you poor little thing..."

He reached down and scooped up the trembling cat that was rubbing up against his legs, obviously he was lonely without his owner. The cat's fur was dirty and matted and he smelt as bad as the room.

"I’m gonna take you home with me and sort you out...after I’ve cleaned up in here."

He sighed and set the cat back on the floor. There were empty food and water bowls on the floor, so Frank quickly cleaned them out and refilled them...barely getting them onto the ground before Rummy's face was in his food.

Frank was tired, but this would not wait. As soon as the little cat had finished eating and drinking, Frank put him safely in a plastic pet carrier he’d found by the front door, then rolled up his sleeves and searched the cupboards for cleaning materials.


(time passes)


Frank was almost done with the kitchen. The counters were clean, the floors were spotless and the litter tray was empty. He was binning rotten food from the fridge, when he heard the front door opening. He turned toward the door into the hall...he was ready to give Rod's family a piece of his mind right now.

"Are you sure it's cool man?"

"Yeah, the old man has been in the hospital for two weeks now. He ain't comin' home anytime soon so we can just crash here and smoke up."

Frank ground his teeth together and closed the fridge door with force, alerting the two people in the hall...who sounded to be no more than teenagers...to his presence. Then he waited.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Shit! Is the guy home?"

"No way, mom said he was in there for a long time now."

Frank realised that the teens were probably too gutless to check what the noise was, so he walked over to the door and opened it with a raised eyebrow.

"So, i have Rod's permission to be here to take care of Rummy...but I really doubt that you have permission to use this place as your own personal drug den...do you?"

The teens stood frozen.

"Uh...who are you?"

"I'm Frank. Who are you?"

"Uh...that's Desiree and I'm Alex."

Frank nodded like he recognised the names and frowned.

"Thought so."

"Hey man, what's that supposed to mean?"

Frank imagined that Rod probably knew at least one of them, and wouldn't be too surprised by their behavior.

"Rod mentioned you."

He was counting on these kids not being too bright.

"Oh...he did?"

Alex paled and the evident guilt crossed his face.

"I guess I should visit him, but hospitals scare me you know and he's really sick and ma said he may not come home again...."

He trailed off quietly.

"I miss him."

Frank softened.

"You should go see him...I know he’d appreciate it."

The girl, Desiree touched Alex's shoulder.

"I'll go with you."

Alex nodded and wiped a tear away.

"Are you gonna take care of Rummy?"

Frank nodded.

"Yeah. I cleaned up this place, but this poor little guy needs some attention..."

He pointed to the cat carrier on the table.

"I’m gonna take him home with me and give him a bath and some love. I’ll look after him til Rod's better."

"Alright, well nice to meet you Frank. You seem like a good friend to my uncle."

Alex held his hand out. Frank smiled and pulled off his pink rubber gloves to shake the boy's hand.

"I’m gonna try. Nice to meet you too. And you Desiree, I love your pin by the way."

He grinned, pointing to the Green Day pin on the strap of her bag. Desiree blushed.

"Thanks, I get a lot of flack from my friends cause they say it's "white" music..."

She did quotes with her fingers.

"I like them though, they have a great sound, stellar lyrics, and put on a awesome show."

Alex smiled and took her hand.

"I took Des for her birthday."

Frank grinned.

"I’ve seen them 25 times. Where did you see them?...I might’ve been there."

Frank thought both kids were going to have a heart attack. The next two hours were spent with Alex and Desiree helping to bath Rummy in the bathtub and cleaning Rod's house as they talked about their Greenday experiences. At the end they had exchanged numbers and promises to catch them in concert together when they came close to the area.

"Bye Frank!"

Both waved as Frank got in his car with Rummy.

"Bye guys!..."

Frank shut his car door and when he finally got the engine to turn over, he headed home.

"Come on Rummy, time to go get some sleep."

It had been a really long day even before he’d gone to Rod's house, so all he wanted now was his bed...and to not be woken up for a week.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

So I know this has been gone for a while, but it’s back...hope you like it.

Until next time...PLEASE COMMENT and peace out babies!
<3

Comments

@domebedward
True and true!...we're having fun writing this.
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Oh boys!! Frankie is so super sweet and caring. Gerard and Mikey are such assholes!!

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5/12/18

@domebedward
Yep, he really really is :)
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@Gee'sCLUELESSgirl!
Girl he's CLUELESS Gee!!

domebedward domebedward
2/1/18

@domebedward
Yeah, he’s not exactly our regular fluffy little Gee, now is he ;)
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