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...
(Do I need to give a smut warning? Well... Yeah. I was contemplating deleting it and I just kinda thought..nah. It doesn't ruin the story at all so why not keep it)
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
It rang in his ears and made his head pound. He'd heard that sound before, the last time was when Bert had pushed him down the stairs and told them he'd fallen. His heart needed monitoring meaning he was as bad if not worse than last time.
As soon as he opened his eyes he was hit with bright light, the white walls of the hospital room reflecting it. He glanced to the side and tried to focus on the person there.
Frank... His Frankie was here.
Suddenly Frank moved to lean over him brushing his fingers across his cheek.
"Baby? Oh, sugar I thought I was going to lose you..." His soft voice echoed through his brain but despite the pain it caused it was comforting.
He felt Frank take his hand with his free one and squeeze gently "my sweet boy... What has he done to you" he breathed, then placed a soft kiss against his forehead.
Then there was nothing at all.
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I can hear him crying, he thinks I can't but that's far from the truth. So I tighten my arm around him and make sure he feels safe, I know for a fact that it won't stop him from crying but I can't do anything else. I press a kiss against the back of his neck and I hear a break in his crying, instead a whimper sounding from him.
He turns over to face me, his face mere inches from mine and tears still streaming down his cheeks.
"Gee..." He says quietly "you're awake?"
I nod slowly "I haven't slept. Just in case you need me"
He smiles very weakly and snuggles his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply "thank you baby, you're so sweet"
"You like calling me that don't you?" I point out, I have to try and keep conversation as far from the subject of his brother as possible.
"I do" he mumbles taking another inhale "mmh...you smell so good"
"Mhm, cigarettes and sweet perfume, I suppose it's an acquired taste"
"You wear perfume?"
"It smells like sugar cubes, I want to at least like how I smell"
Frank chuckles gently "acquired taste or not, I love it. You've always been so comforting to me"
I notice how he speaks in the past again, like I've known him all my life when in reality it's only been a few months. If I'm comforting though that's a good thing so I'm in no place to argue with him, especially not now.
