Our Chemical Direction

Chapter 10: Frerard

{Gerard's POV}

The light blinded me as I opened my eyes. Where was I? I looked at my clothes. Hospital clothes. What happened?

I remember going into a building and being hit from behind. But I don't remember why I was there, or where I came from. "Gerard?" a nurse asked. I looked up. "I have no clue what happened. Don't ask. Where's my family?" I asked.

She gave me a sad look. "Your daughter's somewhere downstairs with her boyfriend. He's been shot and she's running a fever." she explained. "Where's-" Oh god, I couldn't remember his name. I knew his face, but his name was nowhere in my brain.

"He's short, skinny, black hair, looks like a puppy." I described him. She nodded her head no. What? "I haven't seen anyone with that description." she whispered. Well I knew he wasn't made up.

Suddenly an image popped into my head. It was a black rose. "Is there someone here with the name Rose?" I questioned. Again, she nodded no. The picture flashed again, showing the stem. Thorns. "How about Thorn?"
The woman smiled. "Yes. That's your daughter."

I scratched my head. I don't remember having a daughter. Was she- her face popped into my thoughts. Thorn. Of course. I had adopted her.

I suddenly felt stupid. Why was it so hard to remember? "I'll go tell your family that you've woken up." she smiled. I thanked her and stood up, against her wishes. "I need to see my daughter, that's all. I'll come back once I've done that." I begged. Eventually she gave in.

The corridor was cold on my bare feet and the lights were dimmed. "Excuse me, do you know which room Thorn Way is in?" I asked. The girl nodded.

"She's in Room 49 with her boyfriend." she smiled. I started towards the elevator, and slid in. I went down 1 level. I walked through the doorway of Room 49. "Thorn." I whispered, lightly shaking her shoulder. She woke with a start, and ended up punching my stomach.

"Its okay, its me." I gasped for air. She stopped. "I'm so sorry. What are you doing awake? Do you remember me? Who else do you remember?" she asked. I nodded my head near Louis. "I remember you two just fine, but I can't remember the name of-" I paused. "Frankie?" she filled in the blank. "Yes. Thanks, Thorn." I smiled.

At least I knew his name now. "Is he my boyfriend?" I asked, stumped.

They both started a laughing fit. "No, but you two have been dropping not-so-subtle hints for years." she giggled. I smiled.

"He should be visiting today, I heard." Louis added. My cheeks turned red out of excitement. They both laughed at me. "Well I'm not going to proclaim my love for him the day I get out of a coma, so don't get any ideas." I rolled my eyes.

"I think you should at least tell him that you like him." Thorn added. I scoffed. "No way. What if that fucks everything up?" I panicked.

There was a knock on the door frame. "I heard this is where the party is." Frank chuckled, looking at us. I smiled and ran up to hug him. He hugged me back, his grip tight but somehow gentle at the same time.

We hung out for a while before Frank announced he would be leaving shortly. "Take me with you." I pleaded. He laughed and rolled his eyes. "I wish."

"I'm serious. Please. I don't want to spend another night here alone without you." I pleaded. His smile faltered, only for a second. "I'd love to take you home, Gerard. I'd cuddle up to you and you'd pick out a movie while I made you soup, but you're not healthy enough to come home yet."

His words disappointed me. "Then stay with me." I argued. He shook his head. "I like you Frank. I don't want to watch you leave." I frowned. He laughed. "Alright, how hard did you hit your head? You don't like me. You've messed with me for years, joking about a relationship. You're not serious." he sighed. I shook my head and grabbed his hand. "I liked you. I liked you all that time. Maybe you didn't see it, maybe you were oblivious, but I really do like you." I whispered.

"No. I'm not staying. I'm not doing this. Not here, not now. You just got out of a fucking coma, you must have lost your mind. I've watched you flirt with girls, I've watched girls walk into your room at night and come out in the morning with half of their clothes off. You do not like me. You've hurt me without realizing it and I'm not getting my hopes up again to be disappointed." he yelled. I stepped back, letting go of his hand.

"I- I didn't know, Frank. I wouldn't have done it if I knew you cared. Please, just stay." I begged, grabbing his hand again. He ripped it out of my grip and turned towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Gerard." he choked.

Thorn ran after him.

{Thorn's POV}

"Frank, get back here." I shouted down the hall. He stopped. "What the hell was that? You've liked him for as long as I can remember. He finally gets the courage to tell you he feels the same way and you make him feel like shit for it?" I raised my voice. He rolled his eyes and resumed walking. I ran in front of him to cut him off.

"Please, let me leave." he covered his face. "No, you're going-"

"I'm going to what, Thorn? Race back there and tell him I'm sorry? Apologize for his mistakes? He might not completely remember what he did, but he did them nonetheless." he screamed. Tears were spilling down his cheeks. I shook my head. "He didn't know you cared. How was he supposed to know that you liked him?" I defended.

"By the way I looked at him. How I was always there for him, even if it was about a girl. How I've risked my life many times just to make sure he's okay. I've always dropped hints. I've always shown him how much he means to me." he spun back around to leave, and I let him.