Melodramatic Metathesiophobe

Shut Up

"Frank?" Gerard's voice was whisper-soft in the silence of the night, crackly around the edges. It had only been a couple days, though it felt like forever. But now Gerard was awake. And Frank shot to attention.

"Hm? Are you okay? Do you need something??" he sat up off his place where he was lying on the floor, keeping his voice soft and gentle so he didn't scare him. That was the last thing he wanted.

"I think I'm gonna throw up," was all Gerard said, and from what Frank could see, he did look nauseous, his face pale. He hooked his arms under Gerard's and helped him stand, walking him to the bathroom and helping him to his knees, rubbing his back as he leaned over the porcelain. He was motionless for a moment. Then he was losing everything in his stomach.
Frank sat, biting his lip, trying not to listen because the sounds Gerard was making were... saddening, he supposed. It was sad to know he'd caused this. It was sad to think that this was only the beginning.

There was a time where he thought it had stopped, where he thought Gerard was done, but that couldn't be further from the truth. He kept going.

"Frank," he rasped, interrupted by a gag, "make it stop," and the desperation made Frank want to cry. He knew there was nothing he could do, nothing that would stop this, but at the same time, the naive thoughts of there being some sort of cure he could find came back. All he wanted to do was help. All he wanted to do was stop Gerard's pain. All he wanted was to go back in time and undo what he'd done. But he was just Frank, just some young werewolf who knew better than anyone that there was no cure, and there was nothing he could do.

He just shushed, sitting through it, staying there and telling himself over and over it was his fault, that he caused all of it, that he had to sit and watch because everything happening was only happening because he couldn't control himself.

When Gerard finally stopped, he sat back, rasping as he tried to get air in, his face red and blotchy. He was sweating. Thoroughly.

"Gee...?" Frank whispered, his throat feeling tight, "are... are you okay...? Is it done...?"

Gerard didn't say anything at first. He just sagged back and leaned on the wall, balling himself up and hugging his knees. "Why am I like this?" he asked, his voice coated in terror, "why do I feel like this? Frank, I- why-"

"Shh," Frank cooed, "shh, okay...?  Just... what do you remember...?" he knew why Gerard felt that way. The sleep that came after the bite disoriented everything.

"I... I came over... for coffee... and.. And we watched movies... and... and... then... you....." he paused, his eyes getting wide, "you- you were- you started to-"

"Gee," Frank knew what was coming, "Gee, I can explain, I swear, I- it was real, what you saw was real, I'm a werewolf, and I get it, that's crazy, but- but I am, and I never hurt people if I have a choice," he touched his hand.

Gerard stared at him like he had three heads. "Are you kidding with me," he said, quiet, "please, don't lie to me, please," he was shaking. Trembling.

"I'm not, Gee," Frank whispered, shuffling to make his tail visible even though Gerard was probably just going to stare, "I'm telling the truth, I am, okay? And... you probably remember that I... I..."

"Bit me," Gerard interrupted, "you bit me, you did, didn't you," he grabbed at the bandages on his arm, "you bit me," he sounded somewhere between shocked and angry.

"It wasn't me," Frank said, defensive, "it was, but it wasn't, it was the wolf- you got too close, when I was in the middle of shifting, and- it retaliated, it tried to get you away- it wasn't me yet, I tried to tell you to leave but you didn't," he was losing breath from talking so quickly, "I should have been more careful, i should have gotten away, I should have ran- I just- I was scared, I froze, I didn't mean to hurt you, I didn't-"