Look at us, we messed up, and now we are sharing a cell. ( Frerard/Ferard )

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Omfg okay three chapters in one day.

This one is for my friend AJ

YES AJ HERE YOU GO HERE'S ANOTHER FRIGGIN CHAPTER

lmao love you bud 

Frank POV 

All I really remember was three things before my world went black.

One, being dragged away and shoved in the cell.

Two, refusing to do what they said, so I was shot by a gun they had somehow obtained.

And three, Gerard screaming. 

Then I was here.

The lights were fluorescent white, and quite bright. The room was small and a light blue color with white tiled floors. On the side of the wall was a rusted shelf filled with bottles, pills, needles, and medical supplies. 

As I was regaining my consciousness, I noticed the two women with white clothing, and then the guards at the entrance doors to the room. I assume I'm in some sort of hospital, which I didn't even know existed in prison. For a moment, I had forgotten I was even in prison. As I'm about to speak, one of the nurses, the one with blond hair and vibrant blue eyes shakes her head.

"Don't talk, it'll make the pain worse. And if you're wondering why you aren't dead, it's because you weren't sentenced to life, or given the death sentence. You were sent for something minor compared to the other inmates here."

I guess she can read minds, because that was in fact what I wanted to ask. And after she had mentioned the whole pain thing, I finally seemed to grow aware of the fact that one, I do not have a shirt on and the cool metal table I am on is quite cold, and two, the immense burning pain in my abdomen. 

The other nurse comes over, this one having short black hair with bangs and dull green eyes. She gives me a towel with a sad look on her face, gently putting it up to my face.

"Bite down on this, and look away. We need to remove the bullet from your side. We managed to stop the bleeding, but your condition will just worsen if we just let the bullet stay in. So for your own well being, look away." 

I try not to panic at her words, as I bite down on the bunched up towel and turn my head away. I stare at the bottles of pills, trying to focus on what the labels read. Apparently, I need fucking glasses because even when squinting, I can't read the damn things. The print is too damn small.

"Alright Iero, don't freak out now, we're taking out the bullet."

A wave of fear set through me but was soon overwhelmed with pain as I screamed into the bunched up towel I was biting down on. It felt like, well someone ripping a bullet from your abdomen, which isn't a great feeling. The two nurses finally remove the bullet, then shove gauze against my side to stop the bleeding. After they prevent anymore blood loss, I am painfully stitched up, and my side is then wrapped in bandages. I'm given a plain white shirt to wear with my jumpsuit bunched down to my hips, seeing as the top half is bloodied and torn. 

After a few hours of rest, I am assigned my own personal guard who's name is Timothy. He is tall with buzzed blond hair, and a very strong build. His face is emotionless and pale, with dark brown eyes. Hopefully he's better then our good pal Jon. God, I hate Jon, he's the worst guard here. 

The nurses help me to my feet, saying that I now need to leave. 

Well great, that's wonderful. 

I am informed by the two nurses that Timothy, Tim for short, will be on guard for me when I am out of my cell, in case anything were to happen. So basically, this dude is going to be watching my every move when I leave the cell. At least I hopefully won't be getting shot at now. 

After they are done explaining, I am rushed back out of the prison hospital, and taken down a long hallway which leads to the cafeteria, and then the cells. Thankfully, Anthony and his friends are not there, so I am safe, for now. 

Once I reach my cell, Timothy unlocks the cell door for me and I am let in. I'm guessing it's night time, since the sky though the tiny barred window is dark, and everyone is asleep. Timothy ends up walking away to stand at the entrance of the room to watch the rest of the prisoners here. 

I quietly walk up to Gerard's bed, seeing that his eyes are puffy and red. 

Was he really that worried about me..?

I sigh quietly and brush strands of his hair back behind his ear. He looks so peaceful, I'm scared to wake him, though not even moments his eyes flutter open, and go wide.

"Frank, you're back!"

His voice is hoarse and scratchy, but you can still hear the excitement behind it. He motions for me to sit, and I accept, wincing as I take a seat. 

He looks at me, then takes my hand lightly, pulling me into a gentle hug. 

"I was so damn worried..that's the second time I wasn't there for you, and now look, you're hurt because of me."

I lean my head against his shoulder and quietly whisper to him in a soft, gentle voice.

"This isn't your fault. Don't blame it on yourself, okay?"

He pulls away and stares at me. He looks so broken and upset, it hurts my heart. 

"I'm sorry."

He mumbled the words under his breath, and I just sigh again. 

"Gerard, I already said it isn't your-" 

I'm cut off mid sentence as he leans forward, pressing his lips against mine. At first, I'm in shock, unsure of what to do, but it isn't a bad shock. I soon realize that yes, this is really happening, and lean into the kiss, gently kissing him back. We stay like this for a few moments, just kissing each other until to my disappointment, he pulls away.

His face is flushed red, as I am sure mine is as well. We both just grin at each other after what had just occurred, until his face loses some of the red color, and his expression goes serious.

"Frank."

"Yes?"

He takes a shaky breath in before speaking.

"We are going to escape this shithole, together. I can't stand seeing you get hurt anymore, plus it's been about a month since you've been here, and five years for me. I'm ready to leave, especially since now I have you."

I smile softly, nodding in agreement. I wouldn't mind leaving this hellhole with him. In fact, I would love to leave.

"Okay, lets do it."

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Okay so I think I'm getting better at writing longer chapters 

Anyways, how was this chapter?

 Hopefully whoever reading this liked it :') 

Oh, and you're welcome for not killing off Frank.