I cried.
"Why are you crying?" Franceschi asked.
"I'm happy."
He wrote something down again.
He was just like Sykes at this part.
I bet he would send that info to him.
In fact,
I was positive he would.
"With all of Sykes's notes, my notes, and our knowledge, I think I can make a diagnosis soon."
I was happy to know what was wrong with me now.
"...But I need to speak to Frank."
I nodded, and left.
When Frank returned, I asked,
(Yet again)
"What did you guys talk about?"
"He was mainly just telling me things about how I need to watch you. I can't let you near sharp objects."
I understand that.
I would probably do the same thing
if Frank was hurting like me.
Franceschi motioned me back in.
I sat down again.
"Gerard, I want to look at your brain."
I knew this was just a brain scan.
But the lingering thought
Of cutting my brain open
Urked me.
While he took me to the scanning room,
Frankie stayed behind.
"Has anyone else in your family been diagnosed with depression or something else...?"
Franceschi would ask.
I looked down,
"I... I don't know."
I really didn't.
He gave me a nod, and he had me put on these clothes
So I could go
Inside the scanning machine.
"Just relax, okay?" he told me.
Gave me
Another smile.
It eased my mind a bit.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
