''Wait!'' I yelp. I look at the nurse and point to Frank, trying to keep my finger steady but failing. ''Brock hit you too, Frank. You need to get checked out.'' I tell him. After all this I couldn't expect him to just walk away.

The nurse turns away from me and stares at Frank, raising an eyebrow but Frank shakes his head, putting a hand up.

''I like my battle wounds, Pansy. The remind me that I finally won something,'' He says with a chuckle, leaving the nurses office.

Whilst the nurse is patching me up all I can think about is Frank. I was starting to like Frank, even though he called my pansy. It was strange considering I was taller than him but I decided I liked it. But only when Frank said it.

And what did he mean by saying it reminds him he won something. Won what, Brock had kicked the shit out of him, and me.

"Well there you go Gerard," The nurse says, I only just notices she put my arm in a sling.

"What's wrong with it?" I ask looking down. My arm is now throbbing and swelling rapidly. The nurse place an ice pack on my arm and I wince.

"It's a bad sprain, you're lucky it isn't broken Gerard; keep it elevated for a few days in that sling," She smiles, a breath deeply only to find it hurts to. A lot.

I groan and hold my side but that makes it hurt even more.

"What's wrong Gerard," She ask looking down at my side.

"Ribs," I manage to croak, whimpering. She lifts up my T-shirt and gasps.

"Oh Gerard," She whispers. I look down and see all of my left side, the opposite to my sprained arm, is bruised and swollen.

~The next morning~

"Sweetie," My mom says quietly as she enters my room, holding some toast and orange juice in a try.

It turns two my ribs were broken, and after a check up at the hospital they revealed that luckily they had not punctured and organs. A clean break. Nice job Brock.

"Morning mom," I say, painfully propping myself up to a sitting position. I had to stay of school for a few weeks until they healed.

"Do you want some more painkillers?" She asks ,setting the tray down on my bed. I now notice there is also a box of painkiller on the tray.

"Yes please," I say. She takes two out and tries to put them in my mouth for me. I laugh but wince soon after from the pain.

"It's ok mom, I still have one working arm," I take them from her and place them in my mouth before downing them with some OJ.

"Who did it Gerard?" Mom suddenly asks, sounding serious and boring her eyes into mine.

"What? I told you I fell in the toilets," That was the lie I had told my mom and the school anyway.

"Are you sure Gerard, you know you can tell me anything," She pleads, holding my hand. It takes all of my willpower to nod.

"I'm sure," I tell her, she smiles at me sadly before leaving the room.

"Enjoy you breakfast sweetie," I smile at her as she leaves then grab a piece of toast and start eating.

"Bull. Shit," I hear someone say. I look up and see Mikey stood in the doorway, wearing his favorite anthrax T-shirt and a pair of jeans.

"What?" I say looking confused.

"There is no way that you did all of that from slipping over in the toilets," He walks into my room and sits down on my bed, taking a slice of toast. "You can fool mom," He says, barely understandable through a mouthful of toast. "But you can't fool Mikey,"

I sigh, I should come clean, to Mikey at least.

"Fine, this new kid, Brock, beat the shit out of me," I look down. "But you can't tell anyone, not even Bob, and especially not mom," I tell him, and he nods.

"Brother's oath," He smiles, holding one hand up and the other to his heart.

"Thanks bro," I smile and give him an awkward one armed hug. "Now get your ass to school,"

Notes

XOXO
-Evil