Missing You. (completed)

A Love That's So Demanding, I Can't Speak

"GERARD!" Frank screamed, rushing over to him and calling 911.
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His breathing was slow. But he was still breathing. Everything would be fine, right? Yes, yes. Everything is alright. Everyone is okay. He presses his hand against Gerard's neck and doesn't feel a pulse. He shakes his head and tries again, not even trying to hold back all the tears flowing down his cheeks. This time he almost gives up, but finally finds a steady, slow beat. Gerard is alive.

The ambulance comes and Frank is suddenly torn from Gerard's side, not allowed to come with him. "YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THAT! STOP! GIVE HIM BACK!" he screams, clawing at the people holding him back as Gerard is placed on a stretcher and escorted into the vehicle. "You'll see him again. He'll just be in the hospital and you'll need to sign up to see him." the paramedic says, walking into the ambulance and leaving Frank to wallow in his sadness, sitting his knees on the ground. He watches as the ambulance drives away and he is left there, sitting on the street, full of shocked sadness. He looks down and sees a crumpled up piece of paper and a paintbrush. He knows he shouldn't go through his stuff, but he's not, right? It's right here...He picks up the paper and opens it to see a picture of himself that Gerard had painted. It's the one where he's staring at you sometime in the revenge era, all black and white with X's over his eyes and no emotion. That Gerard painted.
that Gerard painted.

Gerard painted him. Why? It didn't matter. Yes it did, but not at the moment. He walked to the hospital and signed in. "Room 211." the lady at the desk spoke, pointing to the elevator. "Thanks." He mumbled, too busy to do anything but see Gerard. He went inside the door to see Gerard laying on the bed, unconsious. Frank took a deep breath and closed his eyes, walking over to the bed and holding his hand. "Hey." he said, sweetly. "You left somethings behind. Here." he placed the picture and the paintbrush on the side table next to the window.

"I'm sorry, Gerard. I should've let you leave without me forcing you to stay. It was rude of me. I miss you." he placed some white roses next to him, kissed his forehead, and left.
The next day he stopped by the floral place and bought some more white roses and went to the hospital, signed in, and waved at the lady. "Hello, Frank." she smiled. He smiled back and went to room 211 and walked in. "Hey." he smiled sadly, replacing these white roses with yesterday's. "I hope you're doing well." he sighed and sat down in a chair next to his bed, clutching Gerard's hand. "I'm not either, though. Mikey called. Said he's missing you. I told him you'd still not progressed and he told me to tell you that he loves you." he looked at Gerard's face, his black hair, and the bandage wrapped around his forehead and bit his lip. "I love you. I miss you." He kissed his forehead and got up, took one last look and Gerard and left.
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"Frank?" the doctor on the phone asked. "Yes," Frank replied, picking his fingernails. The doctor sighed. "He's doing worse. We're putting him on life support." Frank's breath hitched. "O-Okay. Thanks.." he said and hung up. "Fuck..." he dropped his head in his hands and tangled his fingers in his hair.