Love Is Gay (Frerard)

10) Frank Iero Must Die

Women's ward.

That's the first thing he saw when he came to.

And he rolled his eyes and wanted to fucking kill himself, like really? He's about to die and you still put him in the fucking woman's ward? Stupid.

His side was pounding with pain, his head hurting and his knuckles were bruised and cut. When he opened his eyes all the way he felt like a damn vampire, he couldn't see for shit. Where was Gerard? He remembers seeing him, or was that just a dream?

Frank sat up in bed, hearing a nurse squeal and seeing her running out of the room. The room he was in was pink, butterflies and plants painted onto the walls. The door read, "Woman's ward - ages 13-18" in black paint.

A few minutes later, his parents and a tear-faced Gerard and tired Mikey came into the room. All his parents did was cry, and Frank thought that was a complete waste of their time. Gerard sat with him and held his hand. Mikey sat next to Gerard.

"The hell is your guys' deal? What happened?" Frank finally spat.

Gerard gave him a sad look and laid down next to him, kicking Mikey off the bed and onto the other side. "You were out for four days, you lost a lot of blood. Butthurt Bryar and Edgar are awaiting trial. It's supposed to be in a week, you're supposed to be there."

And with that Frank felt an uncontrollable rage. They stabbed him. They could've hurt Gerard. They almost killed him.

They were awaiting trial?

"Oh, Freya. If only we knew you were in this deep, we would've sent you to someone who could help!" Frank's mother cried. Her eyeliner was running down her face, smeared where she wiped her sleeve. His father's hands was rubbing one of her shoulders. "Why didn't you tell us you were bullied? Then we would've understood why you want to be a boy. But sweetie, you don't have to be a boy for us to still love you."

Frank groaned and Gerard visibly rolled his eyes. They were still on that bullshit?

It was Mikey who spoke next.

"And he doesn't have to be a girl for you to love him either." He looked up at Mrs. Iero and spoke calmly.

She sniffled. "You just don't understand. You don't know how it feels to raise a daughter and then have her turn around and spit in your face saying she's a boy." She turned to Frank. "Which you are not, by the way."

"But I know," Mikey said, standing up. "What its like to be on the receiving end of it."

Gerard gasped. Frank's eyes widened. What was Mikey saying?

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Iero asked. She glared at him, her tear stricken face hardening. "What its like to be my daughter?" She started to raise her voice, the other patients starting to pay attention to the situation. "What its like to be... messed up in the head because of school?! To want to be a boy because you think your life is hard?! She doesn't know how lucky she actually is! And to want to be a boy?! Just... stupid!"

"If I could stand up right now I would stand up and walk right the fuck out of here, but since I can't, mom shut the actual fuck up." Frank growled. He was done with this bullshit.

Mikey wasn't. "My parents were understanding. They weren't like you. Would you rather have a son named Frank Iero or a dead daughter named Freya? Would you rather have a live son? Or a dead daughter because you couldn't accept them? Would you rather be a grandmother? Or a mother to a dead child? Would you rather have a happy son? Or a miserable daughter?"

Mrs. Iero didn't reply. She knew he was right. Gerard was wide-eyed. Frank felt like his world was crashing.

"My name is Michael James Way. And I am a female to male transgender human. He pulled his shirt up, two straight lines on his chest, dark and jagged.

Surgery scars.

"M-Mikey!" Gerard stammered. He sat up and did a cute little flail thing with his arms, which wasn't actually supposed to be cute considering their situation.

"If you can't accept Frank for your son then I think you should get out. It's abuse. Mental abuse." Mikey let down his shirt and looked at Frank. "If they keep doing this then we can always call Lindsey."

That made Frank chuckle. "Fuck yeah. She can handle this."

"Freya! Don't-"

"Don't fucking tell me what to do. You and dad can go fuck yourselves. And that makes me sound stupid because I don't like my parents but you know what, fuck it. And fuck you." He replied. He was so tired. Was it his side?

Mrs. Iero let out a cry and fled the room, her husband on her heels. Mikey came back and sat with Frank on the other side of the bed. They stayed like that, Gerard eventually falling asleep with his arm over Frank's chest and Mikey looking down at the small punk boy with the shaved head and piercings.

The nurse came in and tried to make them leave, but they wouldn't budge. She broke the rules for them. She let them stay.

Hours into the night, Frank slept and Gerard held him. Mikey held Frank's hand, and fell asleep.

They awoke in the morning.

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"Fuck." Frank complained.

Gerard had long fled the room to hide in the bathroom. Frank was getting his blood tested. That meant needles.

They pinched his skin and he cursed again. "Shit, man."

"You're very vulgar, Frank." The nurse laughed. They liked this nurse. She wasn't an asshole.

He hissed through his teeth. "Fuckin needles."

"You're gonna have to do this monthly for testosterone, you know." She said. "So this is just training."

After that, Frank shut up. Mikey laughed.

Gerard came back after a while, and fucking hell he had chocolate. He was an angel in disguise.

That was a lesson learned.

But another lesson he couldn't wrap his head around was the one that was the most revealing.

Mikey was transgender?

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A/N: Sorry it took so long, I was camping and then I had to unpack and stuff and aghh it was tiring and then I couldn't update so here you guys go! ~Alex