Cancer (Frerard)

Chapter 3, After break

Franks POV

I've been laying here selfishly awaiting that beauty to walk back in, hopefully naked.

Shit where did that come from?

He likes BMTH? That's unusual for someone in this depressing hell hole to be into that type of genre of music. After what feels like forever, Gerard strolls in chatting to a nurse. Lucky bitch. Maybe that's his girlfriend? I fucking really hope not.

So with this shit pumping through my veins, I'll surely lose my beloved black long locks to which I've grown a custom to throught the years of sitting depressed in my room, refusing to eat and when I did because of the bipolar, I puked it back up so I guess I lost so much weight, I thought people would laugh which they did. Thats why I bunked most of high school and went home to study. I had a low attendance the schools ever seen and yet, a really high grade for 'someone like me'.

Well, I guess my lucks finally run out. Karma's finally here and bitch I'm waiting. Thats when I look up at Gerard, one hand on hip and the other sassing out which makes me laugh even though I shouldn't. Maybe he likes me too? Probably not, with that ass, he could have anyone and not some dying cancer patient.

After daydreaming, his eyes finally meet mine and for a second, I think about our life that would never happen. He walks over still looking into my eyes and whispers,

"You okay hon, want a drink of water? maybe somethin' to eat?" he asks and for the first time in a while, I want to eat, I want to live to see tomorrow for him, right now I'd do anything to see these eyes everyday forever.

Gerards POV

I don't know what came over me. I just said hon to a patient. A fucking hot patient that doesn't talk. What if he reports me for sexuall harassment? I could kiss my dream job goodbye thats what. He nods for a drink and food so I grab some water and some biscuits from my bag, the water from the jar near him. When I hand him the plain makvities he munches them slowly as I gaze at him. God hes goodlookin'.

"So Frank, can I call you Frank?" I ask, drawing his attention, he nods slowly telling me that I can call him by his name. Nerves taking over.

"You live in New Jersey?" I ask and he nods, why doesnt he talk?

"Frank, if you don't mind me asking, why don't you talk?" he taps the table making me think.

What do you want you sexy beast? a notebook? A notebook and pen!

I run over to my bag that slings over one sholder and grab my notepad with a pencil he writes beautifully.

it reads 'I was depressed, school was a nightmare so I guess I stopped talking out of fear' We spend the next few hours like this, asking him questions I already knew the answer to untill 5 when I had to leave to cook for Mikey. I told him about Mikey and his many, many dates before waving him goodbye at 5:15. I really didn't want to go home but I had to, I really did.

Franks POV

Again, I am alone. Gerard seems real nice. He always knew what to say and didn't judge me for the scars that lay watching over us on my wrists which he noticed quickly. He showed me his and we (well, I wrote) talked about school, turns out we went to the same school and the kids that bullied me, bullied him too. But since it was November, it was pitch black and the sounds of weeping fill the hospital wards as nurses walk around turning lights on and off. A tall Nurse or doctor in training comes in with some needle for pain and I have some too since my head was starting to hurt a bit which acording to him was normal. I have nothing with me and deside to call Jamia.

"Frank, I was on my way here when you rang. Whats wrong? are you okay? you want anything?" She's always so god damn worried about everything.

"Pansy, I want pansy" I croak from lack of talking and drinking.

"I'll bring you Pansy, a notepad, some pencils clothes and..."

"Smokes?" I cut her off which, I know that it pisses her off.

"No, they started this and your not poisening others with it either" I sigh and hang up, I'm really tiered. Soon later I drift off into an early yet deep sleep, dreaming about Gerard and I, together.