Franks POV.


After five hours, and a bunch of questions from doctors and police officers, I was discharged and on my way home.

Well actually I was on my way to Gerard’s house seeing how my house was not a safe environment for me. Or so Gerard says.


Gerard’s POV.


“Gerard why am I going to your house and not mine?” Frankie asks me.

“Because your mom is not home, your dad could show up again and you are not in any condition to be on your own.”

“Oh Gerard please. I am plenty capable of taking care of myself.”

Oh he’s so cute.

“Oh yes Frankie. You are totally capable of taking care of yourself, considering that is the third time in ten minutes you have asked that same question.” I chuckle.

He gave me a quizzical look and continues the same look to the front window. I wonder what he is trying to decipher.

When we get to my house I turn the car off and look at the man, whose hand I haven’t let go of sense the ambulance ride all those days ago, sitting next to me and smiled.


Franks POV


The car ride from the hospital was not a particularly thrilling one. Apparently I’m not allowed to be home alone; but that’s ok because it means Gerard will be taking care of me. What kind of Jedi mind tricks has this man put over me?

Once we were at the Way house, Gerard turned the car off and looked at me with a deep sigh.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Oh nothing, nothing just looking.” Gerard retorted with a dazed look in his eyes.

“Looking at what?” I asked with a puzzled expression

“You” he said matter-o-factly. “But let’s not worry about that now; let’s get you inside where it’s a lot more comfortable. What do you say huh?”

He paused after his statement and looked sadly at our hands, which I have just come to realize haven’t been apart in days. He let out a slow, quiet sigh and let go of my hand; I didn’t like it, I felt incomplete. Gerard ran around the vehicle to my door and helped me slowly up to the house, but stopped abruptly sending a wave of pain through my body from my still, very real, wounds.

“Hey Gerard?” I asked.

“Yes Frankie?” Gerard answered. ‘God why does he have to have a pet name for me? Why do I have to love the pet name he has for me? Why. Why? Why!’

“Why did you stop?”

“Oh no reason, just to do this.” He quickly knocked on the door, and before I could say ‘oh fuck!’ he had carefully swept me up, and was holding me in the bridal position.

“ummm Ger-“

“Shhhh” just after this the door opened to reveal Mikey and a comic book. “Hey Mikey"

As Gerard took me inside I tried to get him to let me down, but he said ‘nope no prince of mine will walk in this castle while he is injured.’ I blushed and laid my head onto his chest as he took me to the basement carefully going down the stairs sideways, as to not hit my head or legs on the walls.

The basement was huge. It was an open floor plan with dark painted concrete walls, no windows and tile floors. The basement had only 3 doors to it. One to the bathroom, one to the stairs, and the third was closed and gave no clue to what it could be, a bedroom perhaps?

There was a TV, a sofa, a coffee table, and lots of blankets and pillows strewn about all over the floor. To the left of the TV area, there was a mini kitchen complete with fridge, coffee pot, a sink, and cupboards.

Gerard sat me down on the couch and put my legs up on the coffee table, grabbed some pillows and blankets and put them all around me. He then started to search all his pockets for something but when he realized he didn’t have it he groaned.
“MIKEYYYYYY?” he yelled out.

“WHATEVER IT IS GEE IM NOT DOING IT FOR ANY AMOUNT OF MONEY!”

“PLEASE JUST GO TO MY CAR AND GET THE BAG THAT HAS PILLS IN IT FOR ME!” no response, just the door slamming. My head started to spin from all the yelling, Gerard must have noticed because he sat down and took my hand and pulled me onto his lap. This, of course, hurt like a mother fucker, but I didn’t mind.

As Gerard was re arranging the pillows so I could lay down, Mikey came downstairs with the bag.

“Thanks Mike, I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, yeah now if you’re done with me I’m going back to my comic.” and with that he turned on his heels and took the stairs two at a time.

Gerard put me back on the couch sitting up and I asked groaned and asked where he was going. He just laughed at me and said he was getting water. At the baby kitchen I heard the rustle of paper and the rattling of pills, sweet, sweet pills. No Frank! No more remember! You don’t touch those!

Gerard came back with water and 4 pills. “ok, so if I got this right, this is for sleep (pointing to a square one) , this one is for pain, (pointing to a little blue one), this one is for infection, (pointing to a large white one), and this last one is for anxiety, to help with the trauma (pointing to a tiny white pill)”

I chuckled and said “Actually, the blue one is anxiety, the square one is an antibiotic, the big white one is for pain, and the small white one is for sleep.” I finished with a grin, but Gerard looked at me like I was crazy. That took the grin off my face, fast. I bowed my head and stuttered “I-I wanted to b- be a doctor a-as a ki- kid” ‘boy am I a catch or what’

I took the pills with the water without another thought and gave the empty glass back to Gerard. He set it on the table and went to the TV. I guess he already had a movie in because he grabbed the remotes and made the couch into a bed. How did I not notice this was a futon? When the movie started I recognized it instantly. Bram Stokers ‘Dracula’.

As the movie started Gerard laid down behind me, and held me real close. It was sweet, it was endearing, it was comforting, it was peaceful. I felt my eyes start to get heavy about thirty minutes into it, and heard Gerard say “sleep tight my little Frankie” and with that I looked at the screen to see Dracula meet the love of his life again.

Little did I know that movie would change me forever.

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