The Crazy Ones || Frerard

Four - Sleeping Sound

Frank

Gerard paced the room a lot before laying down on his bed. I was nervous as he summoned me to lay with him. Slowly I slid into the bed with him and he places an arm over me, his face buried in my shoulder.

I'm tense, horribly shaky and jumpy suddenly. It takes a moment for Gerard to notice, but he does.

"Relax, Frankie." His voice is gruff and tired, "If I'm pushing the limits, just let me know." He turns to look up at me.

"I'm just not used to this." I shake my head.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice is muffled in my skin.

"I can't." I want to but the words aren't ready to come.

"I will wait for you to be able to, if you want?" His sleepy mind not registering what I was trying to say.

"No, I mean, I can't yet, I'm not ready."

"Ohh." He mumbles, "If you aren't comfortable then I can try not to touch you." He offers me.

I shake my head. That's when I roll over and wrap my arms around him, I hug him close, forcing myself past the memories and the pain. I want to be better, this is the only way I can make progress. I press my face into his hair and inhale his smell. He's something new, he's not filled with the sickening 'clean' smell of hospital. Gerard smelled like autumn, that home-like scent, with a hint of strawberry and cinnamon. He smelled calming.

I squeezed him tighter and hold my eyes shut as tears start to run down from them. I feel Gerard press his face into my chest, holding his arms around me, rubbing at my back softly.

"I hope this is helping you get better." He says into my chest, "I hope you can be happy."

I start to cry harder and he says nothing more, rubbing my back as the tears silently fall.

I think I was just about ready to talk.

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It's late, probably close to one in the afternoon when I awake. I hadn't slept like this in a long time, I felt great.

Gerard is drooling on my arm and there's someone knocking on the door.

I push at Gee until he opens his eyes, "I'm sleeping." He grumbles.

"Someone wants in." I point at the door.

"Shit..." He rolls out of bed and I follow, going to sit in the chair across the room. Gerard pulls open the door, rubbing at his eyes, "Hi, I just woke up, I'm sorry I missed our appointment." His morning voice is really kind of sexy.

"It's alright, Gerard. You look like death." The person on the other side of the door says, "Can I come in and just talk to you for a couple minutes? I have to run out and this is easier than dragging you to the office."

"Yeah, don't mind Frank. He was worried about me so he stayed here last night." He nods at me and Carson enters, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Worried about you? What for?" Carson raises a brow.

Gerard glances over at me, as if asking for help, "If you don't mind me telling you, I will." Frank says, "I don't think Gerard wants to say himself."

He hangs his head in thanks.

"That is fine with me." Carson nods.

"That girl, Allie, she told Gerard that he was fat and he should just give up because he looked better before and it really freaked him out and he, well... He relapsed because of her comment. I caught him and made him stop but he already had gotten up most of his food." I explain and Gerard hides his face in shame.