You're The Only Hope For Me

Chapter 31

Frank regained consciousness long enough to feel his small body being carried bridal-style. He could hear gentle conversation around him but couldn't make out what was being said. The person carrying him tried to cradle him as gently as possible to avoid injuring him worse, but the pain he felt was excruciating. Frank's eyes were much too heavy and it was only matter of seconds before he was overcome with darkness again.

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When Frank woke again, his head was cradled by soft plush pillows and large warm blankets were draped over his body. Frank felt like he was in a cocoon of warmth and he never wanted to leave, but his grumbling stomach started controlling his thoughts. Opening his eyes, Frank saw he was in a bedroom, alone. The curtain had been pulled to prevent too much light from coming in but Frank could tell it was daytime.

With as much effort as he could muster, Frank pulled the blankets off of him slowly. He was reminded by the events of that terrifying night when he saw white bandages wrapped around his chest and stomach. Hell even his foot was wrapped up like a mummy.

"Fuck" he groaned before realizing he was in this bed in just his boxers. His cheeks blazed red realizing someone had removed his bloody clothes but now he didn't know what to wear. He couldn't walk around this place in just boxers. Looking over at the bedroom door, Frank saw a thick plush blue bathrobe hanging off a hook.

"Thank god" he breathed out.

Climbing out of bed was a feat that required grunts and groans and the occasional swear word but eventually Frank was able to stand. That carpet was thick under his toes and it felt nice and soft. Frank slowly hobbled his way to the door and pulled the bathrobe down, wrapping it around his small frame and tying the belt. As Frank slowly opened the large wooden bedroom door, he realized he had no clue where he was or where he was going. But his rumbling stomach was enough of a reason to step out into the quiet hall.

It was a long hall with a maroon rug that ran the entire length. Dark brown oak doors were spaced on either side but they were all closed. At the end of the hall was a staircase going down so Frank decided to try and find the kitchen in this place. Taking one step at a time, and wincing in pain, Frank was able to make it down the steps and through a set of large double doors before the atmosphere changed.

It was another hall, similar to the one he was just in, except it was full of life and noise. There were lots of doors open, kids running and playing and mothers trying to keep up after them. He recognized some of them as Way pack members and breathed a sigh of relief when he pieced together that he was inside the pack house. Towards the middle of the hall was a grand staircase that led down to yet another floor. Taking a deep breath, Frank slowly made his way towards it. As people walked passed him they smiled brightly or nodded their head, but didn't speak a word.

The grand steps were substantially larger but Frank was able to use the railing to keep himself upright. The main floor was even more busy, older boys and men working about, house keepers coming and going and kids chasing each other. It was a lingering smell of eggs that guided Frank to a large kitchen at the back of the house.

Walking in sheepishly, Frank looked around and saw a small wooden table in the corner, where Jamia sat shoveling food into her mouth. Frank smiled as he picked up his pace, hobbling over to her.

"Frank! You're awake!" Jamia cheered with a mouth full of food as she shot up off her chair and pulled Frank into a hug.

"Yeah, yeah" Frank chuckled breathlessly, "you cant get rid of me that easily".

"Come, sit. You must be starving" Jamia said as she pulled a wooden chair out next to her for Frank to sit on.

"Now that you mention it..." Frank replied.

"Pete! Bring Frank a plate!" Jamia called out and it was only a few seconds before a man appeared. To Frank's surprise there was no meat on the plate, but it was overloaded with French toast, eggs and hash browns. Frank didn't hesitate before digging right in, practically forgetting Jamia was sitting next to him.

"So how are you feeling? I bet you have some pretty awesome scars". Frank did his best to swallow his mouthful before responding.

"I guess I wouldn't know, I'm all bandaged up. But definitely sore."

"I thought you were never going to wake up" she sighed. Frank furrowed his brows.

"How long have I been sleeping?" He asked.

"Um, lets see" Jamia drummed her nails against the table as she thought. "It's been ... what, four days since the full moon?" Frank spit out the little food he was eating.

"I've been asleep for four days?!" He squeaked. Jamia nodded with a smile. "Fuck Patrick probably things I'm dead. And Sweet Pea! No doubt she definitely is dead by this time" Frank sulked. He had no clue where his phone was and the gravity of the situation was weighing heavily.

"What is a 'Sweet Pea'?" Jamia asked as she stole a bite of his French toast. For a skinny girl she sure can put her food away.

"It's my dog. Was my dog" Frank groaned. As much of a fucking brat that dog was, she was still Frank's everything.

"Oh wait, you mean that ugly rat-looking thing? It's in Gerard's room. Little shit thinks it runs the damn house and definitely isn't afraid of wolves" Jamia scoffed. Frank's heart melted at the thought that not only did Gerard think to take Sweet Pea in, but cared for her.

"Gerard" Frank said suddenly. "What happened to Gerard? Where is he? Is he ok?"

"Well I probably shouldn't say..." Jamia hesitated as she looked away.

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Cliffhangers because I'm still a trash person 😁 I legit spent 3 days nearly dying of the stomach flu. But here I am and ready for 2020