I can see him, he thinks I can't but I definitely can. He's been sat in the same old armchair for at least two hours now, just staring.
Maybe he thinks that because his face is hidden in a book, I can't see him looking. Or that I think his attentio...
He could see the sun rising behind the trees, he'd been out here all night without realising it and he knew Bert would cause him trouble. He'd spoken to Frank about him, spoken about how Bert hurt him, how it was more than just the bruise he had currently circling his right eye. Frank had wanted to find him and hurt him back but Gerard had refused to let him. They had kissed on the fire escape behind the hospital and Gerard had prayed for the entire night and the few nights afterward that Bert wouldn't find out.
But he needed the comfort of someone who truly loved him. Someone who cared.
His brother, Mikey, he knew it was more than that bruise around his eye. He loved Pete though, he couldn't say a word or Bert would hurt Pete too.
He'd be fucking damned if he'd let that happen. Gerard couldn't let Mikey be as broken as he was, he wouldn't put his little brother through the pain he was enduring.
He hadn't meant to stay out all night tonight though, he'd only gone to the park for a little peace and quiet and somehow it had gotten dark before he realised it. He looked up at the fading stars and breathed out a gentle, shaky breath. Tonight there would be blood, he knew it, it wouldn't be Bert's blood either.
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It's been a week since I've seen Frank, since he cried in my arms. He hasn't text or called and now I'm back in the hospital.
Widman, apparently, felt the need to 'invite' me back again. So now I'm sat in her office with my arms crossed, slumped in an armchair waiting for her to come back. She apparently needed to get my file even though she always usually seems to know it off by heart.
Somehow she knows more about me than I do.
"Mr. Way, weren't doing anything you shouldn't whilst I was gone were you?" She asks as she comes back into the room shutting the door behind her.
I shake my head and give her a charming smile "not at all Doctor. I'm not a bad boy like you think I am" I lean forwards on her desk and directly stare into her eyes "I'll be a bad boy for you if you want me to"
She blushes at that but shakes her head "no no Mr. Way, you behave yourself. Now tell me..." She pauses and opens my file, flicking through a few pages. My file is quite thick, I instantly wonder if Frank's is the same or what it might contain.
She says the same thing as she always says then "Mr. Way do you understand your diagnosis?"
"Bipolar two, depression and severe psychotic episodes" I tell her, I raise my eyebrows very slightly "why is it you ask every time?"
"Because legally I have to be sure you understand what I'm treating you for, you could sue me for over or under medication if I don't" she answers with a very slight smile "now Mr. Way, how is your medication serving you?"
