I'm Just the Way the Doctor Made Me 'Completed'

Chapter 14

Frank's POV

My heart skipped a beat then. "D-dead?" I managed to get out as my eyes watered as fast as possible. "No, not yet but... it doesn't look like he will." Tears spilled out and I felt a large lump in my throats start to form. "W-what d-do you mean?" I stuttered out this couldn't be happening. This really couldn't, this was just a joke, a sick joke.

"This isn't a joke, I'm sorry, do you want to see him?" Oli looked like he might've also cried, he had a few dried tears on his face.

"Why? Why is this happening to me? And of fucking course I want to see him." He nodded and took my hand to lead me as I was a crying mess.

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We got to the emergency room and Oli got us to Gerard's room. He was lying on the bed, machines and needles hooked up to him. He told me he hated and was terrified of needles. I went up to him and sat down, grabbing his hand. "Gee, Gee wake up please."
I felt his hand tighten around mine slightly. I stopped crying and kissed him, like a fairy tale fanfic, his beautiful eyes fluttered open. "Oh Gee you're awake!" He grimaced at me then, looking past me he screamed. I gripped his hand tighter and I stroked his face, "Gerard, it's okay it's me. Please, it's Frankie." His stare focused on me as he closed his mouth, then hus plush lips opened and sat up and spoke to me, a whisper,

"F-Frankie... wait.."
"If we wait, it might be to late, you'll make everybody cry." He sighed, "Frank... I love you.." I was shocked, he speaks to me and says he loves me? "Is this a dream?" I whispered, "No, this is real Frankie... though I wish it weren't." I saddened. "No... it's just I wish I wasn't dying." My eyes threatened to spill tears, "No, you can't die, please, stay alive, stay alive for me."

"I...I want to. But the doctors-"
"Don't know shit! You need to survive! I know we barely met but I love you and I can't lose you! It was love at second sight!" He smiled a bit "I-I love you too.
They'll never take you alive, do what it takes to survive." A few tears slipped out of his eyes.

"Don't cry, please, no one will get me. You're just having a few hallucinations it's okay I'm here. They aren't real. I am real. Touch me!" He raised his pale scarred arm to my face and grabbed my chin, he then, with surprising strength, pulled my down to a kiss. "I love you. I love you so much.. but They will get you if They don't get me. They did this to me, it wasn't me I swear!"

"I believe you! I do, but how? They aren't real!" He started crying again and beat my chest softly, "They are, They are make Them leave, make Them go away!" He slumped back down, "It's okay! I'll fight them all just to save you." his heart-rate spiked so that a nurse came rushing in.

"Out of the way, out of the way!" She came to Gerard's side and took his pulse. "What did you do!" She was a plump British woman, "Nothin! I told him that he was okay! He told me They would get me and They cut him. I said that I'd fight Them off!" "Well you upset him! Poor thing,  are you okay dear, should he leave?" I looked at him my eyes pleaded with his, "Stay." She nodded reluctantly and left after checking his vitals.

"I'm sorry."
"Make no apology, it's death or victory, you are brave. You wanted to fight Them just to make me happy. I always thought I'd die alone, I thought I'd love to die alone. But now that I've met you, I'm so glad you're here." He paused after each sentence, trying to get his voice back. "How long has to been since you've talked, and why to me?" His smiled sadly, "They said they'd kill me. If I.. if I spoke. But it would be painful, like this."

I wanted to cry, why wouldn't They just go away! My poor Gerard, what did he do to deserve this hell? "What are you thinking?" Gerard asked, "Why? What did you do to deserve this! You haven't done anything!" His smile faltered and he shook slightly. I knew what was happening.

"NURSE! HE'S HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!" She rushed in after a few seconds, "Out of the way!" She went to one of the machines and plusher a button, clear liquid went into a tube, and to his vein, he slumped down and fell asleep.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry what did I do?" I sobbed onto his chest. She pulled me off him. "He has cuts there! Don't!" I pulled away. "I can't even touch him... I will not kiss you. I don't know.. I just.. I just don't know." I got up and left the room, Jaime was waiting outside for me. "Oli had to go, I took his place. It's time for us to go back."

Followed him to the car and we left. I was still crying, but it was the quiet type. They type where you had cried so much that all you could do was spill quiet tears and you had such a big lump in your throat that it was hard to breathe anymore. The type where your eyes stung and the only breath you could take was shaky and dry.

This, this was how it would end, this is where my life would end. I would never live with myself if he died. I would die too.

-Well They can arrange that my dear Frankie.

A/N
Honest to God I don't know where I'm going with this. I'll figure it out at 4 in the morning probably, writers don't need sleep. That's how you get these  fanfics so interesting. 3am night rambling tbh.