Gerard wheezed, weakly gripping Frank's hand.
"It's okay, honey," Frank soothed. "I'm here. I'm right here."
Tears beaded Gerard's eyes and dripped down his face.
"Shh, it's okay. It's okay." He stroked Gerard's long, black hair.
"Hurts." He whispered in a raspy voice.
"Your head?" The younger wiped his husband's tears.
"Mh." He breathed.
"I'm sorry." He kissed his forehead gently.
"Please talk." He coughed quietly. "I love your voice."
"Okay." Frank kissed him ever so gently.
Gerard was placed into the wheelchair by Frank, his weak form slouched.
"Hey, baby." Frank stroked his thin hair. "What're we doing today?"
"I don't know." Gerard's voice was frail, much like his body.
He looked at the bucket list:
-Go hiking. ✔️
-Get kicked out of a restaurant ✔️
-Go swimming in the lake.
-Picnic in the park at midnight.
-Go to a Green Day concert.
Frank sighed. "Hmm. Wanna go swimming?"
"I don't know if I can swim." Gerard breathed shallowly.
"Of course you can." Frank smiled. "I'll help you.
Soon, Gerard was dressed in an oversized shirt and shorts as Frank carried him into the lake.
"You're so beautiful." Frank complemented.
Gerard leaned his head against Frank's bare chest, wheezing slightly.
"You okay?" Frank kissed his forehead.
"Fine." Gerard closed his eyes as the water lapped at his feet.
"I love you." He kissed his forehead.
"Love you too." Gerard shakily reached up to touch Frank's cheek.
Frank tilted his head into Gerard's soft touch.
His thin, black hair was just past his ears now.
People stared, some whispered. Frank just hoisted Gerard up to kiss him.
It was a perfect moment. It all was perfect.
Until he started coughing.
"Gee." Frank held him close. "Gerard. Talk to me. Can you breathe?"
Gerard wheezed, clinging to Frank with weak, trembling arms.
"Shh, shh. I've got you." Frank walked out of the water, laying him on the towel.
"Frank." He gasped.
"I know, honey. I know." He kissed his forehead.
He took the portable oxygen-producing machine out of the backpack and put the cannula into Gerard's nose, helping him take a puff of an inhaler.
A crowd had started to form.
"Go on! He's fine!" Frank barked.
Some left as he wished.
"Frank..." Gerard yawned.
"It's okay, honey." Frank lifted him into the wheelchair.
Gerard fell asleep.
