He looked up as the doctor walked in, slowly lowering his soda from his lips.
"Well, isn't that cute? It looks like you're pouting." The doctor said of his problem.
He narrowed his eyes. Fucker. He wanted to deck the bastard, watch his lip swell and comment that it looked like he was pouting too. And fuck him, he was pouting. His whole night had been shit on with this problem.
"Go on, Gerard. Tell the nice doctor what happened."
Gerard turned his glare behind him. That had been his 'so-called' best friend Frank, smirking, standing against the counter with his arms folded. Bastard. This wasn't funny. Gerard looked back at the doctor. "I think I, uh.. had an allergic reaction.."
"Do you know to what exactly?" The doctor asked, tilting Gerard's head up to get a good look at his lip. The bottom one had swollen three times its original size on the right side and yeah, it kind of fucking looked like he was pouting dramatically. The shame or embarrassment in his sad hazel eyes did not help deter away from the effect at all.
"Oh, he knows. Tell him what you did." Frank urged.
"It was this lip gloss, okay." He handed over the small tube in question. "I was fine until I put this on. Then my lip swelled." He gently prodded it with his fingers. It hurt and was cracked and he could taste the blood under the surface of the delicate flesh when he ran his tongue over it. He put the soda bottle he had gotten from the outside vending machine back on it. It was cold and served as a lovely little icepack of sorts.
Frank shook his head and tsked and Gerard resisted the urge to growl at him. It had been that clueless bastard's fault. Gerard had only got it to maybe coax a kiss out of him. Fuck, it was the Skittles flavored kind and he hoped it would work and his lips would be all tempting. But, no. It backfired and left Gerard's lip swelled and looking like a plastic surgery nightmare or like he'd got nailed hard in the lip.
The doctor shook his head. "I'd say it's an allergic reaction, alright. You should be fine. We'll give you some medicine. A shot. You'll be good as new." The doctor wrote something down and walked out of the room.
Gerard had squirmed at the word shot. Frank, the bitch, laughed harder. "Oh, man. I told you you'd get a needle."
"Frankie, next time I see a big fucking spider, I'm gonna catch it in something and dump it right on your head." Gerard promised menacingly.
Frank's eyes widened and he shut up, clearing his throat. "Oh, c'mon, Gee. It's just a little needle. It won't be so bad. Over in a second."
Gerard smiled as Frank shuddered and began raking fingers through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck. Gerard bet he could feel the little fuckers crawling all over him.
"Besides, I warned you." Frank added, trying to stop twitching.
"Fine. I'll warn you before I do it. I'll say 'hey, Frankie...' and then, toss." He flicked his wrist like he was tossing something. Least tormenting Frank took his mind off of things.
A while later, Gerard lay belly down on the hospital bed, eyes darting around as the nurse tapped on the syringe filled with whatever the fuck was in it. His heart pounded. "Frank, forget the spider, just save me." He whimpered, reaching out.
Frank took his hand and got down on one knee to Gerard's eye level. "I know. Unnecessary, right? I'm short enough." Frank grinned and Gerard's glare got more epic.
"Making quips is not saving me."
"Shh.." Frank brushed Gerard's hair back as the nurse pulled his jogging pants down past his hip.
"Gonna be a little sting." She warned.
"It'll be over in a second and your lip will go down." Frank cooed.
"In one, two, three.."
And Gerard hissed as he was stabbed- or well, it felt that fucking way- with the needle, biting his tongue to keep from cursing and of course he flinched and of course it hurt and of course Frank had to be playing with his hair, making him more fucking nervous! Oh, this day was perfect- take with fucking sarcasm, if you please!
But just like that and it was over. Burned for a second and then a lovely- snorts- beige bandage was put over the tiny pin prick and his pants pulled back up into place. She wanted him to lay there a minute or so.
So Gerard lay there a moment, scowling at the wall and at his dumb luck and his fucking lip. He must be a sight.
And then Frank was giggling. Oh, fuck him. "You're such a prima donna, Gee. Do you know that?"
'Yeah?' Gerard thought. 'Do you know what your face is...?' And it may have not been the best insult in the world, but he didn't have time to dwell on that as he felt a small peck on his throbbing lip. Frank had kissed it like it was a boo-boo and rubbed his nose against his.
"Aw, I'm sorry. It'll go away soon. And so will the throbbing in your ass from the mean ole needle."
Gerard wanted to smile, but suddenly he felt tired.
"The nurse said it'd knock you out. Good thing you got me to drive you home, huh?" Frank said, ruffling Gerard's hair.
Gerard nodded, eyes fluttered. Yeah. Today was awesome
