I Mean This, I'm Okay. Trust Me

10. Diagnosed

Frank slept that night. His dogs piled on the bed with him. Vendetta perched on the headboard. Before Frank had fallen asleep, I told him that he had to come get me if 'Gerard' came.

I sat in the kitchen with Donna. I had my sketchbook on my lap. Coffee mugs, full and in front of us. "So is he okay now?" Donna asked. I sighed. I knew how serious this was, especially since the blood freaked her out. Donna was a nurse! Normally blood didn't phase her, but Frank lost a lot, too much for her to handle.

"Yea, he's sleeping now." I answered. "But...we have another problem." I added. She swallowed her coffee and set the mug down.

"Okay, what is it?" Donna asked. I opened the sketchbook and set it in front of her. She looked at it.

"This is what Frank sees. That's what Frank talks to at night. His name is the same as mine." I told her. "But, I think that's why the first time he saw me, we had a uh, I dunno, a connection." I added.

"What do you mean 'connection'?" Donna asked.

"His first day, he saved me from being mauled by a jock. He scared a chick and embarrassed a jock. They don't mess with me anymore. And he kind of stalked me." I explained. "But he saved me."

"Why'd he do it though?" Donna asked.

"I think maybe because I look like the 'Gerard' he sees. Sometimes I don't think he realizes that I'm real." I answered.

"What about the animals?"

"Two of them are stolen, but he rescued them. And the owl is something he saved."

"I'm going to take him to a psychiatrist on Friday." Donna told me. I nodded.

"He's gunna be scared." I told her. "He doesn't really trust people. He barely trusts me yet."

"What about when you brought him here? He trusted you then." Donna said. she did have a point.

"I think he was like that cause he was disoriented." I told her. I heard Frank stumble into the kitchen. I looked a him, he looked like a little kid who had a nightmare. "What?" I asked, he mind of scurries into my lap. Satan was trailing behind him protectively.

"He's back." Frank whimpered. He buried his face into my chest and he shook badly. I rubbed his back soothingly

"It's okay, he's not real." I whispered. Donna got up and went to grab something from the bathroom.

"Frankie, I'm gunna give you a shot. It'll calm you down, and it'll make your guy go away." Donna told him. Frank flinched as Donna poked the needle info his inner elbow. He whimpered slightly as the liquid was injected into the sixteen year old. "You'll be okay." Donna said in a soothing tone. I held onto Frank, rocking him and I back and forth. He calmed down after a few seconds.

"Wanna go back to bed?" I asked. He nodded lazily, I picked him up. "Gnight, Ma." I said. Donna nodded and I carried him to my bedroom. I laid him in my bed, he was shivering. Once I covered him up and his dogs laid down, he grabbed my shirt.

Frank put a hand on my stomach. "Yer warm. Take off, lay down." He ordered. I did as he said and covered myself up. He cuddled me and we both fell asleep.

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We were on our way home from the psychiatrist's. Frank was curled up, his head on my shoulder, he was shaking.

"Okay, Frankie, you understand this right?" Donna asked. He shook his head nervously, I linked my fingers with his. His breathing calmed down. "You have really severe pneumonia, and he believes you may be schizophrenic. Your pneumonia has torn your throat badly. He signed a paper, and you'll be getting some medication that will help your lungs, another to keep the man you see away." Donna explained.

"Are you going to disappear?" Frank asked, he squeezed my hand. I shook my head.

"No, I'll be here." I promised quietly. He scooted closer to me and hugged me tightly. Donna smiled at me through the rearview mirror.

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