Frank was happy. He was back with Gerard. They were back where they should be-Headquarters. Gerard had shut himself in a room. No one could go in. He rarely came out. It hurt Frank. When Gerard did come out, he wouldn't spare Frank a single glance. Frank didn't know what he had done wrong. Should he ask Gerard about it?
Frank was also bored. He had his voice back, but he still had no one to talk to, so it was completely redundant. He could only wonder what Gerard was doing shut up in that room all the time. The past week and Frank hadn't said a word to anyone. The doctor had said he'd need an entire month to let his voice heal completely. Frank wondered how they had even done the surgery. He decided he'd rather not know.
Frank also wondered just how Gerard had gotten into the hospital without someone recognizing him. He decided he'd find out when Gerard came out of the room next. He'd make Gerard stay out.
"Frank?" A soft voice calls from the door. Frank nods his head in response. He knows he could at least look up, but he doesn't. He doesn't feel like it. He's miserable without Gerard. He has nothing else to do without him. He jerks when hands cover his eyes softly.
"Guess who." Frank can't recognize the voice. It's deep and husky. He knows no one there has a voice like that, so he knows who it is immediately.
"Gerard." He says. The voice chuckles and Frank's eyes are uncovered. The desk chair he's sitting in is spun around and Gerard keeps his hand there, cornering Frank. Frank blushes the slightest bit.
"You finally decided to come out of that damned room, then?" He asks. He can hear the anger in his own voice. He hadn't meant to be angry, but he was. Gerard grimaces.
"I would tell you why and you would forgive me, but I can't. So you'll have to stay pissed at me, Frank." Frank doesn't want to stay pissed, though. He wants to know. He wants answers. he fires up and Gerard straightens as well, his eyebrows raised the slightest bit.
"I don't want to stay pissed, Gerard!" He exclaims. Gerard puts his hands up in the universal 'calm down' motion. Frank ignores it and lightly jabs Gerard in the chest. "You, Mr. Gerard Way, have answers that I need!" His voice is rising to a shout. Gerard can't help but worry. Mikey told him if he overused his voice... He would lose it again. Permanently. They couldn't perform the surgery twice.
"Frankie." He says gently, laying his hands on Frank's shoulders. Frank shoves his hands off as though they burn.
"No! Don't you, 'Frankie' me, Gerard! You made me think you were mad at me! Now you won't even tell me what you were doing that was more important than, I dunno, making sure I don't run off to tell the police everything!" Gerard shakes his head.
"You wouldn't do that." He says quietly again. His heart is beating out of control in his chest. Gerard could only hope That wouldn't suddenly have another appearance.
"How do you know?" Frank spat. "You don't know anything about me, Gerard!" Gerard smiles softly.
"I know that you're Frank Iero. I know that I love you. I know that you play guitar and like Black Flag, the Misfits, you look up to Glenn Danzig. You have tattoos. Two swallows, Search And Destroy, guns, Keep The Faith, a Jack O' Lantern, Our Lady Of Sorrows, your grandpa. A few on your thighs that I love to kiss. I know that you and your dad didn't get along. You're homosexual. You were in a car accident that severed your vocal chords and almost killed you. You were strolling around, pissed at your dad, when Bryar, Schecter and Pedicone got you. I know that you love me."
He said the last part as a whisper and gently hugged Frank. He pressed a kiss to the top of Frank's head and winced as Frank pushed him away slowly.
"You're wrong." Gerard felt his stomach drop to his feet.
"Don't say it, Frankie. Please don't." He felt tears spring to his eyes and escape as Frank's mouth opened once more. Gerard couldn't do it. If Frank said it, he wouldn't make it.
"I hate you." Frank sounded like he was lying. Gerard could feel that Frank didn't mean it. But he had said it.
Gerard felt his heart stop for a moment. He clutched at it. He suddenly couldn't breathe. He couldn't hear Frank as he fell, as though in slow motion, to the floor. The ceiling spun above him at sharp angles.
"Gerard!" He can hear Frank shouting his name. Then it stops. It chokes off into a gurgling sound. Gerard's chest feels heavy. Everything color looks as though it's been turned five times more vibrant. He feels something missing.
His heartbeat. 'I'm dying.' is his last thought as the vibrant colors slowly lose saturation, turn to black, white and grey. Finally, everything goes black. 'I'm dead.' Then... nothing.
