JOYRIDING

/twenty-one/

Frank's barely doing better, but I'm doing okay. I do yoga now. There's a class in the other wing of the hospital that's held during non visiting hours. It's twice a week, and it has actually helped to have something to do when I can't be with Frank.
A part of me feels like moving on, almost. But I don't want that. Not until I know for sure what's going to happen. I still love him. It's just... it's been almost three months, and I can't keep destroying myself over this. Who knows how much longer he could be down?
I've just got to be patient, and not kill myself while I'm waiting.

"Okay, now let it out," our instructor, Ryan, says slowly.
I let the breath I was holding out, and await our next command.
Ryan's bare feet pad through the room as he gently adjusts people's poses. "Stand up and do the same position."
I roll over and push myself up. Then I raise my arms above my head, with my palms together.
"Take a few deep breaths and try to balance on your left leg."
I do as we're told, with more grace than a lot of people.
"Breathe with me... in...-" Ryan is cut off by my phone ringing.
I practically fall over as I scramble to silence it. "Sorry!" I whisper, dashing out of the studio and into the hall.
It's Mikey. "Gerard! He's up!"
I don't even bother replying before I'm making a mad dash down the hall, still barefoot and in my tight yoga pants and tank top.

I shiver as I enter the hospital room. I'm freezing. But that's quickly out of my mind when I spot him.
Frank grins lopsidedly at me as I throw my arms around him and whisper yell how much I love him and how he better not do anything like that again. It's very sappy, and I think you get the gist.
"I love you too, Gee," he mumbles into my hair. "But why are you barefoot?"