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  Frank was finally going home! He wasn't going to be kept hostage in a hospital room anymore! He wouldn't be bombarded by people every moment! He was finally going home!

  Frank was dressed and out of the hospital clothing. He sat at the end of the bed. He held a couple papers in one hand.

  "Hello," Dr. Eston smiled.

  "Hi."

  "Gerard's waiting...quite impatiently. So, we better get you back to your room."

  Frank jumped up and walked down the hall with Dr. Eston side by side. He read the papers. They said someone professional needed to be with him if no one else was. He would have to be supervised in the bathroom, in the morning, and any other unspecified times. Eston held the door open, and Frank walked in. Eston left.

  Gerard attacked him with kisses and he was pulled to Gerard's bed. Frank found a comfortable place on his lap.

  "How's it going, Baby?"

  "I'm doing good," Frank bit the inside of his cheek and smiled.

  Gerard kissed him hard, basically trying to suck his soul out. "Honey, if you ever pull that shit again, I will kick your white ass."

  "Okay."

  "I saved that for when you were officially A-okay."

  Frank rolled his eyes and looked over at Andy. "You've been taking care of him, right?"

  "Of course, Baby. Just for you."

  "Thanks."

  "What do the papers say?"

  "Oh, someone's gonna have to follow me around."

  "I'll do that."

  "You're not a professional, idiot."

  "True."

  Frank hugged Gerard and the papers went flying. "I'm glad I get to sleep with you again. It's lonely in there. Especially at night."

  "Daddy's glad too."

  Frank closed his eyes and wrapped his legs around him. "I love you."

  "I love you too, Kitten." Gerard held his butt and kissed his shoulder. "Please, please, tell me when you feel sad. Daddy's here for you. Daddy'll help you."

  "You're all I have."

  "I'm all you need."

  Frank played with his hair. He accepted that. Gerard was all he needed. Gerard was all he wanted. "Do you think the scars will ever go away?"

  Gerard moved his sleeves up. "I don't know, Honey." Gerard stared at his stitches. "I highly doubt they will." Frank's depressing body movements and his breath on his neck signaled to Gerard that he wasn't at piece with his response. "It's okay. You can cover your arms with make-up."

  "But what if I have kids and they see it? What am I suppose to tell them?"

  "You tell them truth."

  "What if they want to try it?"

  "If they try it, they try it. Tell them it's not a good coping method. Make sure they know it's wrong."

  "Okay." Frank pulled his sleeves down. He crawled off his boyfriend's lap. He stood up and trailed his fingers through Gerard's hair. "I'll make you a flower crown tomorrow."

  "Thank you, Frankie." He grabbed his hand and kissed it. "Purple and pink? Right?"

  "Right."

 

  

A/N: I'm looking at my author notes and realized I said "Lolzer" a lot. I'm cringing so badly. Wtf? Also, I always seem really happy in the author notes. In real life, I'm always like, "Ugh! Kill everyone! Frerard is more important than your pathetic existence!" I also really love the Jonas Brothers. I started a new fanfic, called "Bogus- A Frank Iero and Nick Jonas love story." I've touched my friend's boobs a lot on accident. I'm on Sociopath community.com pretending to be a sociopath named Gerard with a boyfriend named Frank. We're really vulgar and we talk about memes. And we tell each other to commit suicide. I actually fit in there really well. Not everyone in there is a sociopath, just trolls. I'm really sick. Have a wonderful day. Boob squeeze.