You're The Sin, I'm The Sinner

17. Fuck

(If the title sucks, I'm in pain or I don't give a shit.)

Gerard's POV

I watched as Frank fell, laying there and groaning out of pain. "Frank!" I screamed, pausing my movie and running to his side. I picked up his body and held him as he groaned again. "Frank, hey, it's going to be okay," I told him, being careful of his wings. "Frank, come on, can you hear me?" I asked, seeing his eyes squeezed tight in pain. "Come on," I whispered. "You gotta help me a little bit here," I begged, seeing his bare abdomen covered in sweat, a little glow to it as well. "It hurts," He whispered, to which I put my palm to his head.

There was slight pain, in his abdomen, but I couldn't heal it. It wasn't something that needed to be healed. "Frank- Frank, what hurts? I-I can't feel it... Frank, please," I cried, looking at his face and being unable to see what was hurting him. It was hard watching him hurt like this, not wanting to see him in pain or hear him cry out. I saw his eyes open slightly, a small smile dawning on his face. "F-frank... It's gonna be okay. Please just stay with me," I whispered, seeing his eyes sparkling. Suddenly, a white light blinded me, forcing me to cover my eyes until the light faded.

"F-frank?" I whispered, holding him to my chest. I put my palm to his forehead again, feeling nothing wrong, but it was different. There wasn't an ounce of demon energy left anywhere in his body. I removed my hand and put two fingers on his pulse, feeling the small rhythm of his heart. I could see his breathing, though it was small, it gave me peace of mind. Frank was going to be okay.

I kissed his forehead and held him close to my chest for a few minutes, looking down at him and frowning a little. I didn't know how long that he would be out, but I hoped it wasn't long. The days would just drag on if he was going to be asleep for weeks. I prayed for a minute, holding Frank tighter and then moving a little to pick him up. I climbed the stairs, going into my room and laying Frank down on the bed gently. He laid there, limp and peaceful, but I was still so wrapped up in what happened.

It scared me for a minute, thinking that Frank was turning back. I know, it wasn't possible, but it ran in the back of my mind for a quick second. I pulled the blanket over Frank, kissing his forehead again and smiling as he subconsciously snuggled up into the bedding around him. It was a small, unconscious gesture, but it just made my heart flutter. I pulled out my chair that sat at my art desk, sitting down and grabbing some utensils. I was going to stay with Frank until he woke up, I swore this to myself as I opened up the bottom drawer and grabbed some hidden snacks.

Frank was special to me, I considered asking if he wanted to spend eternity with me after having that scare, but it was fleeting all things considered. I started to sketch as he slept, occasionally grabbing a little bit of my snack and then going back to the drawing at hand. I was determined to occupy myself until Frank woke up. I didn't want him to wake up and be confused or alone; I wanted him to feel safe when he woke up.