We Were Infinite. (Sequel/Frerard)

Chapter 9: Making Up With Mikey

Just so you guys know, I'm aiming at maybe 20-ish chapters for this sequel. I honestly don't think it should be as long as ATG, but it'll be as long as it needs to for the storyline I've planned. Also, as of today until further notice, I will be writing this story for a hospital bed of my own. Updates will still be regular unless I'm too drugged up to write. 

~CutiePie

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-----Frank's POV-----

The nurse was paged a few seconds after she told me what she thought. She left the balcony without another word. I stayed out there a long time, thinking about what the hell I was going to do. The wind was salty but warm and the sun beat down on my tattoos that covered my arms. Eventually I went back inside when it started to get dark. 

I found Ray and Mikey cuddled up into a chair, looking as cute as ever and reminding me why I loved these fuckers like they were my brothers. 

I slapped Mikey's shoulder gently and woke him up. "Get up, asshat. Come walk with me." 

He kissed Ray gently and untangled himself from his husband. We walked off back down towards the nurse's station, and out to the same balcony I was just on. 

"What did you wanna talk about, Frank?" His voice was so emotionless, I couldn't tell if he was mad or if we were okay. 

"Look, man. I'm really sorry about what went down at my house. I'm just under a lot of stress right now and... I just dealt with it completely wrong." 

"Were you cheating on Gerard with that Andy guy?" Mikey interrupted. 

I snapped my head up to look at him and his facial expression told me he was completely serious. 

I burst out laughing. "Dude!! That was Andy Biersack! You know, Andy Sixx? From Black Veil Brides?" 

He nodded, keeping his poker face in place. "Yeah, I know who he his. That doesn't answer my question." 

I sighed, my light feeling brought down. "No, I wasn't cheating on Gee. I invited Andy over because, number one, I needed to see and talk to someone other than the boys, and number two, I... I couldn't clean Gerard's blood from the bathroom alone... even with Andy I had to stop and puke once or twice." 

Mikey looked relived and said, "I totally understand. I probably didn't help by knocking you on your ass the moment I got here. Mistakes were made on both sides and it's all behind us." 

We hugged and were quite for a moment before the door opened and Ray poked his fro through the doorway. 

"Hey, Frankie? Gerard's assigned therapist wants to talk to you. She's saying some pretty scary shit." 

I took on a confused look. "Like what?" 

He sighed and propped the door open on his hip, while using his hands to rub his face. When he said, "She says he might have paranoid schizophrenia," he was staring at the floor. He couldn't look at me when me told me what I'd been hoping wasn't true for months now. 

My husband, the man I loved more than myself and with every centimeter of my heart and soul, the man I'd given my life to, the man I had two amazing children with, was mentally ill. 

Goddamit.