Desolation Row (Frerard)

Part 6

AN:Sorry that I kept writing Luke instead of Jake. I just noticed sorry for the confusion. And I have had writers block and have been busy sorry for the wait.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" I unraveled myself from Gerard's grasp and looked at my mom. She was a complete train wreck. Her hair was messed up and there was makeup smudged on her face.

"I got a call that you were in the hospital or some shit." She turned and looked at the nurse. "Can you give me the goddamn papers already so I can get this shithole home?" My mom seemed like she was way hungover and definitely not in the mood to check her son out of the hospital. The nurse walked away, shocked. I would have been too if I wasn't used to hearing her everyday.

Gerard cleared his throat, trying to get my mother to notice that he was in the room. "Hello Ma'am. I'm....." I could tell he was deciding whether to use his first name or not. "Gerard." Thankfully he chose only to say his first name. Who knows what my mom would do if she found out I was dating my teacher.

"What are you like the doctor?" My mom asked him, unimpressed.

"No. I'm uhh..." Gerard rubbed the back of his neck and looked at me for support.

"He's my friend." I said, saving his back. My mom had a look of disbelif on her face.

She scoffed and took a cigarette out of her purse. "Frank doesn't have any friends."

I slouched into myself and let the words seep in. I know I shouldn't listen to my mother, but she was right.

"Well he has me." Gerard put his arm around me and pushed me against his side.

My mom took her lighter and lit the cigarette. She drew in a breath of smoke than let it escape her lungs. "What are you his fucking boyfriend?"

Gerard was about to speak but she held up her hand to tell him to stop talking. "I have heard enough from you." She said as she drew in another breath of smoke. "Frank as soon as we get to the house you better stay quite and not bother me with that guiar shit. I'll be in my room passed out so don't even think about trying to wake me up."

"That won't be a problem." I said quietly and smirked, wrapping my pinky around Gerard's.

He looked down and saw where our hands were and smiled. Before my mom could notice, he took his hand away as the nurse came in with the papers.

"You're not aloud to smoke in here, it's a hospital." The nurse told my mother with a stern look.

"I'll do whatever I want to do in here. But I'm already finished so I guess you win." My mom blew a puff of smoke in the nurses face, then stomped out the cigarette on the ground. The nurse tryed not to breathe in the smoke and left the room quickly. I feel bad for her, she looks like she is a young nurse and has to deal with my hungover mother.

My mom scribbled down her signature and threw the papers on the table. "Can we leave now?"

"The nurse has to come back and give me medicine." I told my mother. She grunted then searched around her purse for her phone.

The nurse came back with a pharmacy bag with my pills in it. "Take two pills twice each day. The instructions are on the back if you forget." The nurse handed me the bag, got the papers and left.

Gerard helped me get out of my bed and let me lean on his arm. My mother dragged behind us on her phone, probably texting a guy she hooked up with last night. Gerard brought me into the bathroom to help me change out of my hospital gown.

"Thanks for helping me. It means a lot that you are going to be looking out for me." I told him as he locked the door to the single person bathroom.