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

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Second to last chapter <3 

Sorry it's a short fanfic, but I'm running low on ideas for this 

<3 

Frank POV 

I had embraced Mikey, his sobs muffled and his tears staining the front of my sweatshirt.

I too, used to know a cold, unloving Gerard.

But I had changed that, for the better. 

I like this Gerard more anyways. 

I had to calm Mikey down, as he clung onto me. 

He steadied his breathing, and peeled out from the embrace, wiping his eyes with the palms of his hands. 

He mutters quietly, looking down at the ground.

"I'm sorry I sort of..exploded with emotion."

I laugh lightly, patting him on the shoulder, grinning as I do so. 

"Don't worry about it Mikey, it's alright, you were just emotional, I get it."

He nods slightly, starting to head back to the living room where Gerard is laying, and resting on the couch. 

Gerard's face is twisted with pain, his hand still against his side, the blood on his hands starting to dry and stick. I quickly walk over to him, placing a gentle kiss onto his forehead before I sit next to him. He gives me a quick, light smile before his faces turns back to one of pain. I take his hand in mine gently, drawing imaginary circles with my finger on his palm. 

Time Skip

It takes about an hour of the doctor arrives, and he apologizes afterwards for being late. He better be fucking sorry, because Gerard's been in pain for quite some time now. He makes Mikey and I leave the room, as he starts opening his brown brief case, containing many different medical tools. 

Mikey practically forces me to the room, and back into the kitchen, where I slump down onto the floor, leaning against the lower cabinets. The kitchen is small but nice, white and black tiled floors with gray walls and white cabinets and drawers. On the marbled counter that has small streaks of purple within it, stands a small light blue vase, with a red rose placed in it. You can tell it's loved, as the petals and leaves are filled with color.

I try to take in all of these details, just to distract myself from what's to come. 

And as if on cue, screams of agony escape from Gerard's lips, as the bullet I assume, is being ripped from his abdomen. 

I slam the palms of my hands against my ears, shutting my eyes tightly. I feel Mikey grip onto my shoulder, but I cannot see what his emotions are as I keep my eyes slammed shut.

It hurts knowing he's hurting, because when he hurts I hurt.

If that makes any sense at all. 

Once the screams had passed, Mikey lightly tapped my shoulder, after he released it from his death grip. I look up, notching my vision is blurred from tears that could potentially fall at any moment. 

Mikey calls out to the doctor, asking if it's alright to come back in. We get the 'okay' to come back in, so we both practically run back out the couch, standing over Gerard. His forehead is slicked with sweat, and is breathing is heavy. There's white bandages that wrap around his torso, slightly stained with blood where the bullet was lodged into his side. 

Mikey pays the doctor, and thanks him practically a million time before he leaves. Mikey then goes to a different room, saying he wanted to give the two of us space, which I'm glad for. 

Cupping his face in my hands, I gently bring his face forward, as I softly press my lips against his. It goes no further though, since I'm scared it would cause him any sort of pain. 

I ask a simple question, as I start playing with the red messy hair on top of his head.

"Are you alright? I was quite worried about you."

Gerard nods, laughing slightly, only to then wince in pain from it. 

"Never been better, Frankie."

I roll my eyes at his remark, placing another light kiss upon his lips. 

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that?"

He grins, nodding once more.

"Of course I know that."

I scoff and laugh, poking the side of his cheek.

"Well, you're my idiot then."

His cheeks go a light red as he smiles up at me, running a finger along my jawline. 

"Yours, forever."

I nod, smiling softly at him, kissing him once again, a bit rougher this time. I speak softly against his lips, before pulling away, the air filling the space where I had been.

"Forever." 

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Aw 

I can't believe I'm actually ending this tonight, I'm going to finish up the last chapter, and then it'll be done! Hooray :D 

I already have ideas for another fanfic though, so let me know if you're interested in me writing a new one.

Alsoooo, this is (somehow) currently number 1 in the category #FrankIero

Like ajwkekekeke you don't know how much this means to me, so thank you to all who read this. 

It truly means so much. x