Disenchanted (Frerard + Petekey)

Headfirst for Halos

"So, why don't you take your meds? Gerard whispered, leaning across the breakfast table so only Frank could hear him.
They were seated alone on either side of the bench Frank had first tried to fight him for, and while he was fairly certain nobody could hear them, he couldn't be too careful.

Frank had already extracted the slightly moist pill from his mouth and tucked it safely into his pants pocket.

"I don't like them." He said blankly, stabbing at his mushy eggs. "They make me feel weird and I don't like it. I don't feel like me y'know?"

Gerard nodded and returned to staring down his orange juice. These new meds the doctor had put him on made him even more nauseous than the last, and he was considering getting Frank to teach him how to trick the staff into thinking he'd taken them.

Frank I don't even know which you is you, how do you know?

"You like yours?" Frank mumbled with his mouth full.

"My what?" Gerard had already forgotten what they'd been talking about.

"Drugs." Frank clarified, "You like 'em?"

"Do I like drugs in general, yes. Do I like this shit they're feeding me here, fuck no. Doesn't do a damn thing 'cept make me sick." Gerard slumped in his seat to lay his head on the table.

Can I ask him what they're for? Like, is it rude to ask somebody why they're in a mental hospital? Cause I really want to know...

"You better not." A voice answered him, "Would you want people asking what your problems are?"

Fair enough.

"How long've you been here?" He asked instead, looking up at Frank without lifting his head.

"Uh..." Frank stared off toward the ceiling and wiggled his fingers as he counted. "This time, I think this is almost two months now. But it's my third stint this year."

"Wow, you must really like it here." Gerard mumbled sarcastically.

Frank's expression changed instantly. His brows furrowed and he screwed up his face as he snapped back, "Fuck you too then shithead. I wish my life was as easy as yours."
He stood abruptly and stomped away, slamming his tray roughly onto the cart as he passed.

Gerard sat up, scared by the sudden movement, and rose slightly as Frank stormed away.

"Frankie I—" He reached out towards Frank's retreating figure, earning himself on final "Fuck you!" and a middle finger from Frank as he stormed off down the hall.

As all eyes turned to stare at him, Gerard sank slowly back down into his seat, burying his face in his hands.

You don't know my fucking life Frank, fuck you.
He felt a flash of guilt for even thinking that, and was instantly glad he hadn't said it aloud.

Ugh I can't deal with this today! My fucking head feels like it's going to explode.

"If you're lucky, maybe it will." One of the voices laughed viciously.

"Pissed off the only person who didn't hate you? Brilliant move asshole." Chimed another.

Yeah, you don't think I know that already?