"Frank?? FRANK! FRANKIE WAKE UP!!!" I woke to Gerard's shrieks of terror. I sat up, and vomited all down Gerard's shirt. "fuck. " I mumbled "how the hell did this happen?" Gerard asked. "I was getting medicine and my legs collapsed and-" I vomited on Gerard again, "I hit my face off the sink... " "OK. We're gonna get you to a hospital. "After he peeled off his vomit covered shirt, he lifted me. His eyes widened. "Frank? How much do you weigh?" "Last time I checked, 86. 4 lbs. " "That's not healthy. " He muttered as he lifted me.
We got to the ER, and they looked at my nose. I didn't break it, but I sure as hell cracked my head. They put staples in, and gave me pain killers. He scanned my medical chart, looking at my weight. "That can't be healthy. " He muttered. "Fuck you. I was called fat all the time. Then you came around like a Knight in shining armor and boom! It stops. I don't understand why you wanna stop me from dying?" I was pissed. He thought he could save me from myself? "Frank. I can't live with you spitting on my love for you. It's like I'm constantly waiting in line for the guillotine. " He pushed his red hair out of his face and walked out of the hospital room. I'd never cried so hard in my life.
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Three weeks later
"Frank. You've got to let me in. " it was Gerard. Again. Ever since he and I had an argument at the hospital, I hadn't been going to school. I just sat around, and hadn't eaten much. I'd eat a piece of toast or something, and 20 minutes later it was making an appearance in my toilet. He'd climb up to the ledge of my window, slide me a pack of clove cigarettes and talk to me as I laid on my bed, blowing smoke rings towards the ceiling.
"Frank, don't be mad at me. I love you. " "I'm mad because you love me. " I took a long draw off my cigarette, letting the smoke linger. "You know frank, I've been writing songs. I wrote you a song. " "Why? How many times do I have to tell you? I. Don't. Deserve. You. " "Frankie, just listen. Please. " "Fine. Just promise you'll stay a bit longer tonight?" "Sure. This is called Disenchanted. "
I'd never heard something so powerful. When he finished, I had tears falling freely. "Gerard. You really love me. " "Without a doubt. Cmon Frankie, I've got another pack of cigarettes and some vodka that aren't gonna use themselves. "
The stars were beautiful that night. But nothing would be as beautiful as what Gee had written. The chords still rang in my ears as we watched the morning slowly come. "Frank Iero, you are the most beautiful person." He pressed his warm lips on mine, and I was slowly enveloped into his arms. Interlaced fingers, mending each others broken hearts.
