I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep until I woke up by Gerard moving from under me. I groaned and rolled over sleepily, stretching out and smiling at him. He smiled and kissed me gently.
"Sorry, I was trying to go without waking you." He murmured. I pulled him in for another kiss.
"Go where?" I asked groggily.
"Mikes has a hospital appointment, and then we were gonna go for dinner." He said. I sat up.
"You were just gonna leave me here?" I asked. He laughed.
"No, of course not. I was just gonna wake you up before we left. I thought I'd let you sleep a bit longer." He said, smiling fondly and
stroking my cheek. I sighed and smiled, feeling a warm sense of contentedness spark through me, almost as if things were the way they used to be. The sharp, stabbing pain in my ass reminded me otherwise, and I winced. He frowned.
"Still hurt?" he murmured. I nodded. He glanced up at the clock, then back to me.
"If you want, I can drive you home on the way to taking Mikey." He said. I nodded and moved to rise to my feet, but he stopped me with a kiss.
"Or, you can come with us and stay with me tonight." He said, his eyes dancing. I blushed.
"Oh. I...I don't know." I said awkwardly. As happy as I was, I had to admit that things were going fast, and I was worried that I'd be left behind again. He bit his lip and smirked – knowing full well that doing that would make me do anything he wanted.
"You don't have to, sweetheart." He said softly, but he still had that sexy, sultry little smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I guess maybe just for one night." I smiled. He chuckled and kissed me.
"You guys need to get a room." Mikey interrupted. I laughed, but Gerard pulled me closer to him.
"We have a room, Mikes. How about you get out of it?" he said, kissing me again, harder and deeper. I laughed and pushed him away, heaving myself off the sofa.
"Don't be a dick, Gee." I laughed. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I looked away,blushing.
"You've never minded my dick before." He purred.
"Jesus Christ. I think I preferred it when you weren't talking." Mikey groaned. Gerard just laughed, and I, for the millionth time, just stared at him in awe. He was so beautiful, and he was, apparently, all mine. At least for now.
The car ride to the hospital was better than the last one – but of course, I guess it couldn't really be worse. Still, aside from that, it was genuinely enjoyable. Gerard drove with Mikey in the passenger seat and me in the back (with the promise that I'd get to sit in the front on the way back), and we listened to classic rock on loud with the windows wide open. The way we were acting, you'd have thought it was July instead of a brisk evening in early March, and that we were going to a concert or something instead of driving my teacher (who was also my sort of kind of boyfriend) and his post-comatose brother to the hospital. I chuckled and Gerard smiled at me from the mirror, sending my heart into overdrive.
"You nervous?" I asked Mikey. He shrugged.
"Nah, I'm fine. I've already been to a few of these, so it's getting to be sort of routine. Y'know, I'll turn up, they'll run tests, congratulate me on my sobriety, flirt with Gee, and then we'll be outta there." He said, beaming at his brother. Gerard rolled his eyes.
"They won't flirt with me." He laughed. Mikey turned and looked at me, his eyes wide with amusement.
"I bet you five bucks he gets hit on." He said. I reached forward and shook his head.
