in which, frank tries to get carti off the heavy drugs.
jordan was spiraling out of control. he didn't see it personally, but his friends—especially his boyfriend saw.
he acted strange around him, being irritated about little ideas and things. sometimes he didn't come back for hours, leaving out the studio and driving back home half drunk.
he doesn't know how to confront about it as they never had problems that needed to be confronted.
frank stay late at night with a weird feeling in his stomach. he sat up in the california king bed in their mansion they built from the ground up.
he picked up his phone to swipe to lone's contact, knowing they were together for the day. he pressed on the facetime button, seeing his face appear while it rings.
eventually he picked up, lone appearing with ken kissing on his neck.
"hey, is jordan still with you?"
"no, he left a whole hour ago. he's not there?"
"no...that's why i called you because i have a weird feeling." frank yawned before getting up and putting his sweatpants on.
suddenly, he heard a thump in the bathroom out the bedroom before groaning voices could be heard.
"shit...i gotta go."
he hang up, "jordan?" he shouted he quick sped off to the bathroom, seeing jordan having a seizure.
frank gasped, "jordan! jordan stay with me..."
he pushed to the side as he ran back to the room to get his phone before dialing 911. he check back on jordan but he didn't look too well. he started taking off his jewelry so he doesn't choke and die.
"911 i need someone at my house. my boyfriend is having a seizure," he panicked.
"frank are you okay???" solange gasped before hugging the boy who looked stressed out.
"hey guys..." frank weakly says, his voice giving out.
"what happened?"
"i heard a t-thump," his voice cracked, "and next t-thing i know, he's on the f-floor..."
"baby no," saaheem frowned, jordan's best friend since they both came in the scene in 2017.
"he told me he was going stop with the drugs! it's been 3 long years with this addiction..." frank wiped his tears as he heard footsteps stopping behind him.
"i guess this is the family of jordan carter." the female doctor sticked her hand in pocket.
"yeah, how he's doing?" frank asked as he felt solange rubbed his back.
"he's up and steady after we used narcan on him. he's asking for frank? i don't if he's here.."
"i'm here, i'm his husband..." frank stepped up.
"room 314."
it was a warm but disgusted silence in the air.
jordan rubbed his eyes as he felt his body about to get through withdrawals.
"jordan you promised me," frank whispered.
"i know and i'm sorry." jordan looked over to his boyfriend who started crying.
"it's been three years that this happened—jordan what's wrong? am i the problem? what's making you to go back to the pills??" he asked questions, feeling insecure about this answer he about to say.
"i mean jordan look at you...it's making you skinny and boney in the face! it's catching up to you jordan...i just want you to stop for me. for everyone that be around you."
jordan looked away in shame, "it makes me stronger. make me feel invincible. that's where i hide my emotions at. i wasn't never good at expressing how i feel and what i feel situations so those pills made me hide them.."
"i'm sorry frank, i know i should've talked to you. but i just couldn't..."
frank quietly sighed, biting his lip as he didn't know what to say about everything. he just wanted him to be better without the drugs.
jordan softly ate his food at the table with frank watching consume, making sure he didn't throw up.
"i'm full.." jordan said after his third bite out the burger, feeling himself and the thought of puking.
"baby just one more bite for me please."
"i'm too full!" he whined, "i feel like i have to puke.."
frank sighed and took off his glasses, "come on..."
the taller took his hand in acceptance, slowly moving as frank didn't want the puke coming up so quick.
ever since that disturbing scare, he been looking after the boy. jordan couldn't leave him like that.
he been watching every move he did, the times when he would have his withdrawals, going to the studio to see if no drugs would be around, etc.
jordan couldn't relapse. not on his watch.
"here- here sit there." frank guided him onto the stool that he brought for him.
jordan groaned as he felt his stomach hurting and turning slightly, wanting to digest the food but his body wasn't letting him.
frank sat crisscrossed, staring at his boyfriend.
"it's not coming up."
"don't force yourself to throw up. give it some minutes. if you don't need to, it's fine. you're making progress." frank calmly said.
jordan rubbed through his dreads, "i hate this so much."
"it's okay my love," he caressed his face, the darkskin leaning into the touch that he always loved.
the touch made jordan feel safe, bringing him back to the time where he met the boy at the jay-z's breakfast party. probably the best day he ever had.
they had too much chemistry to fuck up. they been through wild shit to the point where it made them become ying and yang.
"i love you. let's get married." he whispered.
frank blinked before widen his eyes, "you serious?"
"yes...5 years of us being together, we might as well tie the knot." he smirked.
"marriage is huge though jordan...you saying this like it's easy. it's a huge step for me. for you," frank sighed.
"i know but it's been too much chemistry for us just to let go. i want this forever..." he continued to whispered, putting his forehead on his lover.
"so what you say?"
frank thought, is this the love of his life forever and eternity?
yes, yes it was.
"i'll say...yes. yes baby," he giggled, letting the taller place a kiss on his forehead.
"thank you. i'll get you a new ring for your finger soon."
"no rush my love."
they continued to smile at each other until his stomach growled, "i think i'm hungry again..." he pouted.
"no puking?"
"nope." jordan mumbled, "that burger was kinda good too."
frank kissed his cheek, loving the fact his now fiancé is making progress. he felt everything was going in place now.
