Disenchanted (Frerard + Petekey)

Hang 'Em High

Gerard was surviving.

He was attending therapy, he hadn't even laid eyes on Frank in days, and it was Saturday. Which meant it was visiting time, his first weekend locked up.

His parents were supposed to come by today to drop him off some more clothes.

After he'd been stabbed by Frank his shirt was left with one sleeve as the doctor had removed the other to access the wound. Since his mom worked in another department at the hospital, she'd gotten him a random t-shirt from her locker in the meantime, but he wasn't keen on being caught in a purple v-neck mom-shirt, or showing everyone his arms.
He didn't want the pitied looks.

Vic popped his head into the dayroom where Gerard was sat daydreaming. "You've got companyyyyy!" He called in his sing-song voice.

Gerard leapt to his feet, he'd been trying to watch out the window for them to arrive, they must've come in another entrance.

He followed Vic out to a little lounge space, it was odd. Instead of being completely white like the rest of the place, it was dotted with pale yellow and blue cushioned bench seats and low coffee tables. A few magazines and pamphlets were strewn about.
There were a few other families there already, one of the middle-aged men was sitting with an older woman and a toddler, his kid?
One of the older thin girls was sat opposite a woman who looked so much like her it could only be her mother. A carbon copy in a fancy suit. Neither looked at the other, staring intently at their respective magazines.
A few others Gerard didn't recognize were there as well, speaking in hushed tones with their visitors.

There were more nurse-guards out here, and the door leading out sported a thick window-pane full of that Teflon rope, a card reader beeped next to it.

...looks like you're not escaping today.

"Gee!!" Mikey hollered from across the room and was immediately shushed by his father.
A grin pulled at the corner of Gerard's mouth as he caught sight of his younger brother, glasses askew, all gangly limbs waving about as he tried to catch his attention. He watched as their father yanked his hand down. Mikey sat slowly, curling in on himself on the end of the blue bench.

Any hint of a smile fell from Gerard's face. He pulled a pale yellow bench over to sit across from Mikey and his dad.

Mom must be working. Mikey must be miserable.

"Hey." He began.

Mikey immediately perked up, "Hey! It's really good to see you Gerard, you look better, the other—"

Do I? I've been stabbed once by a stranger and I've been spending all my time trying to figure out how to escape or kill myself.

"—school. Oh my gosh, did I tell you about-" Mikey was about to launch into another story when his father cut him off.

"How are you doing here? Are they keeping you safe? I can't believe they let that happen." He gestured in Gerard's general direction. "Disgraceful really that such violence is condoned here."
He was shooting dirty looks at the nurses now, as though they were personally responsible for Gerard getting hurt.

"Dad, it's fine. It's nobody's fault. I knew he didn't like me and I decided to draw him, he didn't like that and he let me know. It's all good."

"So that's what you're spending your time in here doing? Your little artsy-fartsy getaway is it? I'm not paying for you to be at summer-camp Gerard."

He hunched in his chair as his father's voice rose, sucking all the air out of the room.

"You need to focus up! Get your head on straight and figure your life out! Quit being so melodramatic all the time, not everything is a life or death issue-"