Poison (Frerard)

Kittens

"Meadowview hospital," Gerard replied, a worried gasp coming from the other side of the phone.

"What're you doing at the hospital? Did something happen? Are you okay? Did Frank-" Ray frantically rambled, Gerard just chuckling and eventually soothing him of his worries.

"Ray, relax. I'm fine now and I'll explain what happened when you get here, alright?" Gerard said gently, Ray murmuring his consent. "Okay, see you soon."

His phone made a tiny beep as he ended the call, flicking it shut with his index finger. He turned back to Frank, a small smile on his lips.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay? The nurses said you'd fallen pretty hard and your shoulder is bruised," Frank asked, the loving concern warming Gerard's heart.

"I'll be fine," the redhead replied, linking their fingers together. "No more painkillers, for good."

"Okay," Frank said softly, smiling up at him. Gerard beamed back, shoving his other hand in his pocket. They were content to wait in silence, so comfortable around each other they no longer felt the need to fill it with needless conversation. Gerard couldn't help his habit of needing to be in motion, swinging his and Frank's linked hands just the slightest. Frank giggled at him and succumbed to the gentle movement, loosening his muscles so Gerard would have less resistance.

When Ray's truck appeared on the far edge of the parking lot, Gerard pulled away from Frank to wave, using both of his arms. His afro'd friend eventually seemed to spot them, turning his car and making his way toward them at the snail-like pace required by the hospital.

"Hey, Gee! Hop in!" Ray called cheerily, leaning across the seat and popping open the door.

Gerard clambered in first, scooting over close to Ray so there'd be enough room for Frank. Once the tattooed midget was securely in the car and the door was closed, he scooted back closer to him, linking their fingers between them.

"Hi, Ray. There's someone I think you'd like to meet," Gerard introduced, Frank leaning forward so Ray could see him around Gerard. "This is Frank."

"Nice to meet you, buddy," Ray said, offering his hand to shake. Frank took it and smiled, glad that Ray seemed to like him.

"So, uh, Gee, why were you in the hospital?" Ray asked once they'd reached their first stoplight, tapping his fingers impatiently on the wheel.

"I had a hangover and I mixed painkillers and beer to try to make it go away," Gerard replied sheepishly, Frank squeezing his hand comfortingly. "Frank's the one who found me and called the ambulance."

"Shit, Gee, you've gotta be careful about stuff like that," Ray sighed, smiling reassuringly at him. "I'm glad you're okay." He gently clapped him on the shoulder, Gerard smiling back at him.

"You're a bartender, right?" Frank asked after a while, leaning forward so he could see Ray when he talked. "I've seen you around the club, but I can't remember what you do. I know you're not a stripper..."

"Why couldn't I be a stripper?" Ray asked with mock hurt, making Gerard giggle. "I've got the body for it."

"No, you don't," Gerard said through his laughter, his voice garbled a little.

"Fine, it's not like I care anyways," Ray replied, wiping fake tears away from his eyes. He cleared his throat before he spoke again. "But, yeah, Frank, I am a bartender."

"Do you and Gee always work the same shifts?" Frank asked, genuinely curious.

"I guess you could call it that. I work every night, and Gerard serves drinks for at least part of his shift, so we see each other a lot during work. In fact, this little delinquent often distracts me from my work with his antics," Ray replied, jokingly glaring at the redhead.