Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Twenty Five It's Me I Promise

You sat in the hospital bed, waiting for the nurse to get the wheelchair. After T.j. got you out, you were rushed to the E.R. with second degree burns and two fractured ribs. The staff told you that your lycra skin took off the edge of the burn, and it could've been much more severe. The wrapped you up in the necessary bandages, telling to spend the night there, and to take it easy afterwards. T.j. told you that he would call you first thing tommorrow, and she did, asking you of you needed anything.j

" Yeah, could you go to my work to tell them i cant make it for a month? Apparently I'm not allowed to do a lot of moving around for a while."

" Thats fine, do you need anything else?"

" You're acting like a fucking boy scout doing this you know that? Sorry, but really, could you like come get me or something?"

" Sorry f/n, it's kind of a busy day, I have to restock and everything, I'll try to get something arranged though, and I'll bring you something from the shop, okay?"

"God you're so nice it's almost like you're in a cult, how do you live like you're in a cult?"

"One sacrifice at a time, my friend, talk to you later?"

"See you," you said, you hung up your flip phone and began to regret that cheeky boy scout remark. Why did you say that? T.j. was only trying to be a good friend. Maybe this stupid male body was messing with your mental chemistry? A bit later the nurse came to your room, he said someone was here to get you, he went to get you a wheelchair to escort you out. You sat here now, thinking about what had happened. Then again, there wasn't much to think about; a Lycra who had once been in a relationship with Frank found out he was with you, and got jealous. But who knew someone would go that far for Frank. Now that you thought about it, Frank had been causing all sorts of bad things to happen to you. Almost every bad thing that had happened to you was indirectly caused by Frank. If you had never met Frank, none of this would've happened to you! Maybe you should end this thing with Frank, maybe it would be for the best.

A nurse comes into the room with a wheelchair, he helps you get up and even picks you up to get you into your chair.

"It seems you were beat up pretty bad, are you gonna be okay where you live?" He asks.

That hadn't occurred to you, how were you going to take care of yourself? God, what were you going to do? " I'll... I'll figure something out..."

" Well, I think you already have something arranged f/n..." The nurse says, something playing along in his words.

You start to realize that this nurse has just been holding you bridal style for like ten seconds now, and his deep voice was so familiar, you look up to see he has a surgical mask and cap on. You pull the mask down from his face.

The man from your dreams, smiling at you.

"It's... It's you..." You didnt know what to say, like how was this even possible? Physically, how was this possible?! You reached up to touch his face, but his face contorts slightly, ever so slightly, and you hear it again.

" I'd like to do this yoyo shoujo shit with you f/n, but we need to get out of hear before before those insurance people put you through hell, god it's hard to hold up that voice" his voice morphed into that of awkward salt lotion.

"Frank?..." He sets you into the wheel chair and pushes you through the hallway and to a the exit. He brings you to a motor cycle with one of those passenger seats on the side. He picks you up and settles you into it, giving you some goggles to wear. He takes off the nurse outsift, wearing his usual attire underneath, and whips out his glasses to return on his face. He duck tapes the wheelchair onto the cycle, and begins to drive off.

   Even as you were speeding down the road, you were still shocked by the fact that Frank was him. I mean, now that you thought of it, they sort of looked the same... Wait, no they didn't! How was it that Frank could look so much like him by just relaxing his face? Was it the glasses? It seemed to be glasses. Jesus, how different can a person look by just wearing glasses? And what was that bullshit he said about insurance? You were assaulted, did you have to pay for something after getting assaulted as if someone dropped really hot soup on you?

   After a while, you guys arrived to the area of the apartment. Frank lifted you out of the seat, trying his best not to aggravate your injuries, and placed you back into the wheelchair. As you both waited in the tiny elevator, waiting as it made its way up to the floor, you glanced at Frank, he was staring off into space. He took you to your room, and brought you to your bed. He took out a bottle from his pocket.

"Your chick with a dick pal told me the doctor said you needed to take these painkillers... So," he paused as hegot a glass of water from nowhere, and shoved them in your face,"-bite the pillow and take it."

"I.. I don't want to."

" F/n, do you know how many people lose teeth because they have to use meth and not painkillers?"

"I don- dong ding dong know... Alot? or..."

"More than the people who have suffered at the balls of my fucking superior comedy, now come on," he takes a couple pills out of the bottle and places them in your hand,"just take them for me."

   You make a cross between a growling and sighing as you take the two tiny pills and pop them in your mouth, wash them down with water, and hand the glass back to Frank, laying against the wall on your bed with a sigh, shutting your eyes. God you ached, but hopefully the painkillers would kick in at some point. Suddenly, you felt something on your face, you open you eyes, Frank had just planted a little kiss on your temple.

     Eh, you still forgot occasionally that this thing between you was going on, whatever this thing was, you weren't a hundred percent on that. Frank got up and tucked you into bed, surprisingly comfortable, huh.

   He placed a hand on your head, you were surprised when his head traveled under your hood and through your hair, it sent a little tingle through your body, or maybe that was just the painkillers going to work? Suddenly he have you another kiss, this time on your lips, but it stopped as quickly as it began, even though a part of you wanted to keep going.

" I'm sorry F/n... For all of this," he whispered, the sincerity in his voice was almost heart breaking.

" Don't be sorry Frank, it's alright now."