Demented

"I'll take care of you- Love, Gerard"

"You can't go in right now."

  "Why the hell not?!"

  "He's still in critical condition!"

  "I don't think a little visit is going to kill him!"

  "You can't go in, sir."

  "I have a question. If his parents were here, would they be able to see him?"

  "Yes."

  "Well, his parents aren't even gonna come. So, I think he deserves a visitor."

  "....No."

  Gerard grunted, flipped the doctor off, and stomped his way back to his room. He slammed the door loudly.

  Frank tried to kill himself. According to Dr. Eston, he was doing somewhat okay. He was in a coma, but showed signs of waking up soon. It had been two days and he hated waiting long. Frank's parents were nowhere in sight and Gerard suspected they weren't coming at all.

   If Gerard had a child, even he had the audacity to visit them if they just tried to commit suicide. Frank's family sucked ass and Gerard realized he was the only person Frank had.

  Gerard just wanted to visit him. Give him a kiss on the cheek and leave him a note. Sounds simple, but nooo! He was denied access. Gerard forced himself up and walked his way over to the back of the room.

  The rabbit was drinking water out of its bowl. Gerard unexpectedly reached in the cage and held his hand to its mouth. Andy couldn't struggle due to Gerard's tight grip on its abdomen. He was going to crush it, but quickly let go.

  "Fuck!" He absent mindedly poured food into the other bowl. "Little motherfucker," he mumbled. Gerard picked Andy up and quickly  opened its mouth up, praying he didn't harm it. He sat Andy back in the cage and moved it towards the water bowl. 

  He only stopped because he knew the death of this thing would only make Frank more depressed. Also, Gerard was sure Eston would tell Frank how Andy died. Then, the blame would all be on Gerard. Gerard certainly didn't want that.
"I fucking hate you."
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   Gerard saw no one outside the ICU. The only room occupied in the ICU was Frank's room: 32213.

  According to rumors, that room represented death. A decade and two years before someone died in it. People like to say they hear the ghost of the boy who died in there. His screaming and crying, he remembered Bob telling him, after Gerard first came here.

  Gerard didn't believe that there was a ghost or anything like that; just gossip that gave this place some livelihood.

  He peered through the door window and saw an unconscious Frank. He stepped inside. Frank had an oxygen mask on and was hooked up to an IV. Gerard kissed his forehead and placed the sticky, heart shaped note on the near table. Frank's arms were wrapped in bandages. He was paler than usual and his lips were a blueish color.

  "Hey, Sweetie." Gerard pushed Frank's hair behind his ear. "I hope you feel better, okay? I love you, Frankie." He kissed his forehead again, and left his lips there. He kept his eyes on him. So fragile, so innocent, so dead looking. Gerard held his hand. "I'll be here for you. You're so cold."

  Gerard gently let his hand go and stepped back. "Wake up soon." He left.

  Several minutes later, Dr. Ottoson arrived. He saw a little heart hanging off the table. He took a closer look at it and read:

   Dear Frankie,
    I hope you feel better. I wish you would've told me what was up, because you don't deserve to be in there. You also don't deserve to die. I found you on your bed and there was blood everywhere. There were a couple dozen cuts total. Your heart beat was barely existent, and you were turning blue. Thankfully, you weren't dead. Get better soon. I want to be able to hold you in my arms again. You're my baby. I'll take care of you.
             
              Love,
             Gerard