Wake me up at 4:20/ Frerard

Challenge 41

A/N: If you got a notif for this chapter updating it was just me deleting the long ass A/N and some grammar mistakes. But I'm working on an actual chapter rn

The hospital room was cold and Frank was sitting near the bed where Gerard laid unconscious. He had been sitting in the small plastic chair all night, and now it was nearly 4am. Gerard's parents were sleeping because they had to go to work, unable to call off in such a short time span. The nurses had said he was going to be okay and would wake up soon, but Frank was still worried. He didn't know if the overdose had been on purpose or not, whether if he was just wanting to be high or actually end his life.

"Baby, you gotta wake up," Frank begged quietly. If he died, this would be on Frank. He only got high because of Bob told him he had cheated. Frank gently grabbed Gerard's hand, squeezing it and hoping to get some sort of response, but he didn't. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna get something from the vending machine," He mumbled to him, doubting Gerard could even hear him. He got up from the chair, stretching his back and groaning as he felt it pop. He gave one more glance towards Gerard before walking out of the room to get a drink. The hallway was long, seeming to stretch on forever; room after room filled with sick or dying patients.

He walked up the the vending machine, pulling out a few quarters from his pocket to get himself a water. "Fuck," He cursed, watching his drink get stuck. He groaned, delivering a gentle kick to the machine; smiling now as the bottle fell down so he could grab it out of the vending machine slot.

He returned back to the room with the bottle of water, nearly dropping it when he saw Gerard sitting up disoriented. "Fuck, Where am I?" Frank heard him groaned, watching as he looked at the monitor next to his bed.

"You're awake," Frank stated bluntly.

"Shit!" Gerard cursed, not even noticing that Frank  had entered the room.

"H-how are you feeling?" Frank asked nervously.

"You need to fucking leave, I don't even know why you showed up here," Gerard seethed, grabbing his pillow to throw at Frank.

"You're mad at me?!" Frank asked shocked, "You're the one that tried to overdose!"

"Because you fucking cheated on me!" Gerard screamed, finally tossing the pillow and missing by a long shot because he was still disoriented from just waking up. The pillow ended up on the floor by Frank's feet.

"I never cheated on you!" He yelled back, somewhat telling the truth, "And your last boyfriend cheated on you all the fucking time and you never cared!" He argued, not wanting to even speak Bert's name after what happened.

"That was because I wasn't in love him! I loved you!" He teared up, "I thought you cared," He sobbed, growing quiet, "and I thought you'd be different...,".

"Baby, I love you so much," Frank told him, growing quiet as well, "Please, I never cheated on you,".

"Bob wouldn't lie," Gerard mumbled, crossing his arms and looking down into his lap, "He's been my closest friend besides Mikey but he's....," He trailed off, more tears falling into his lap. "Just fucking leave, don't come back".

"Baby-"

"Leave!" Gerard yelled, looking with red puffy eyes.

"A-at least take this water," Frank mumbled, gingerly setting the water bottle down on the table next to Gerard; watching the older boy stare daggers at him. "Y-you're probably thirsty after being unconscious for so long...," He backed away and turned away to walk out. He cried out as he felt Gerard throw the water bottle at his back, actually hitting him this time.