Remember Me (Frerard) (Complete)

Chapter Three

Gerard walked into Frank's hospital room and looked around. There was a nurse sitting next to Frank on the floor holding Frank's phone, showing him what Gerard assumed were pictures or interviews of the band and such. She turned her head to see Gerard, and he smiled slightly, waving a little.

"Oh, hello, Gerard!" she said, smiling. "I was just showing Frank some pictures and such. I'm sure you have much more to show than I do, so I'll leave you two alone." she smiled again, and Gerard guessed it was probably a fake smile. The nurse stood up, handed Frank his phone, and walked over to the door and exited, leaving the two alone.

"Hey," Frank said, not turning to look at Gerard. He was wearing normal clothes, but nothing special, just a tee-shirt and sweats. Gerard noticed that he didn't have a bandage around his head anymore, which made him feel a little better.

"Hi," Gerard replied, walking over to Frank and sitting down next to him. "What's up?"

"Nothing..." he said quietly. "That nurse was showing me pictures." Frank said after a long time of silence.

"Yeah," Gerard said, smiling. "So, do you remember anything?"

Frank thought for a moment and then shook his head slowly. "No..."

Gerard sighed a little, honestly really worried that Frank would never ever remember him or the band, and it would just be something people told him he was a part of. Gerard's eyes went wide as a thought struck him. What if Frank never believed he was in the band, or never thought he was right for it? What if he hated everyone in the band, especially Gerard, and wanted nothing more then to get away from them? What if he never remembered how to play the guitar or what it was like to go on tour and to be with all his best friends all the time, and just have so much fun? What if he just went home to live with his parents for the rest of his life? The thought made Gerard feel so empty, so broken, and it really scared him to death, almost to the point that he was afraid to talk, not wanting to screw up Frank's recovery, if he even did recover. Gerard started to take rapid deep breaths, trying to forget all that just popped into his head, but it was so hard to forget the horrible thoughts. Gerard looked down at the ground, not wanting to see Frank's face. He started to cry for what seemed like the millionth time in such a short amount of time, running his hands through his hair, trying to calm down.

"Uh, Gee...?" Frank's voice seemed a thousand miles away, yet Gerard could still hear it.

Gerard looked up at him, sniffling and blinking back tears. Then he hugged him. Gerard buried his face in Franks shoulder, sobbing even harder. "Y-You... you remember...?"

Frank hesitated and then awkwardly put his arms around Gerard, letting him cry for a few seconds longer before replying. "Remember what?"

"M-My name... my nickname." Gerard replied, laying his head on Frank's shoulder, his grip around Frank's neck still tight. "You c-called me Gee yesterday... and now t-today too..."

"Yeah..." Frank was silent for a moment. "I dunno if I remember anything... I guess it just seemed appropriate."

Neither of them spoke for a long time. Gerard continued to whimper a little as Frank rubbed his back awkwardly, not completely sure what to make of what was going on. Gerard's mind was so packed with scared and worried thoughts that he could no longer think, and all he could do was cry softly and just hope with all his heart that Frank would remember. After a long time, Gerard pulled back from the hug and wiped his tears on the sleeve of his jacket.

"You okay?" Frank asked after a second.

Gerard nodded. "Y-Yeah... I-I just... I just want you back, Frankie..." he started to cry again, burying his face in his hands.