Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Fifty A Cinematic Revelation

    You feel cold. You are not sure what is happening in the world around, but you just know that you feel cold. You think you hear sounds, perhaps hands on you? Feeling. But then just when you thought the void around you was real, the bright flashlight the paramedic shines in your eyes sweeps it away like a tornado in Ohio. Wait, he's asking you a question if you can see him, you nod, they find the blow to the head, they keep doing medical stuff to you, asking you a bunch of questions, you answer them with no problem, but you feel nauseous, and they get you a trash can to use. After what seemed like forever, the paramedics get you on a gurney and take you to the hospital, as the concussion is moderate and you may have internal bleeding.

     They keep talking to you, you arrive to the hospital. They load you up and take into the hospital, into a room. They do a body scan on you, luckily you don't have internal bleeding. A doctor comes in, examines you a bit more, tells you you can now sleep, but that she will send a nurse to check on you in every two hours for the rest of the night. It doesn't take long to sleep. You're basically having a fever dream. Planes made of live farm animals all over the place, but like, the animals were pilots and talking? You were driving what was literally a giant tin can with wings.

     But then you are woken up. Greeted with a massive headache and a nurse apologizing and asking to if you are ok. For a moment you remember that one time with Frank disguised himself as a nurse to get you out of here last time. Oh god Frank...

   You missed him. Jesus Christ you missed him. You didn't know if it was the concussion or not but you began sobbing at the thought of him now, the nurse got by your side concerned, asking you what was wrong. You began to get nauseous, and begged for a bucket, and puked whatever you had left in your stomach. After what seemed like forever, you feel back into a dreamless sleep of tears.

      You were waken up again. You must've been checked on again and forgot, because now it's the break of dawn, and the nurse is telling you you have a visitor. You're... Cousin?

   "Hey bestie." T.j. Says in sympathetic happiness. She brings flowers and balloons. You give you're best to give her a smile, she's trying her best to cheer you up.

  "So... Umm the doctor approached me about your bill. You don't have insurance, do you?" She asks. You sulk your shoulders in Bernie Sanders style.

   "Don't worry," she says, placing a hand on your bandaged head,"I got you covered, luckily I've made a business deal with Bad Dragon so... Dragon dildos."

  You reach over to bring her into a hug. You wanted a word that was more than thank you. For the times she had been there for you, to teach you about this world, to tell you so much about sex toys, to be your friend.

   You were getting real fucking tired of these goddamn tears, but T.j. rubbed your back soothingly. Almost mother like.

"F/n, I know you miss Frank, I really do, but.... I'm just going to leave this here," she sets a slightly opened laptop next to you,"you just call me if you need anything, okay?"

You nodded, sniffling and wiping the tears away. She gets her things, wavering goodbye. You look at the laptop. A MacBook. You wake it up and it's on a YouTube channel.

TVFilthyFrank.