The Institute (Frerard)

Bubblegum Blue

Gerard was taken back to his room by Frank, to calm down a little. He sat himself on the bed and took in long deep breaths. His eyes never left Frank, as the younger man paced around the room. He wanted to make sure he was ok, completely ok.

"Hey Gerard, I love your artwork," Frank commented, taking in the detailed sketches Gerard had tacked on the walls. "They're amazing."

"T-Thank you." Gerard breathed, his eyes flickering to the paper, then straight back to Frank's face.

Frank made his way over and sat down next to Gerard, a hand on his arm. "I'm fine," he reassured Gerard. "I'm not stabbed and the boy isn't here."

"He isn't real," Gerard stated, simply to remind himself. "He's not."

"No, he's not." Frank said firmly. He looked Gerard in the eyes and smiled. Gerard couldn't help but smile back.

The two drew closer and closer. Their lips were almost touching when there was a knock at the door. Frank froze and pulled back, his eyes wide. He stood and opened the door, revealing Stacey.

"Hi guys!" she greeted, coming in. "I have news. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" she asked.

Frank glanced quickly at Gerard before shaking his head. "No. What's the news?"

Stacey hesitated for a single moment before plowing ahead. "Nadia's been moved to a different institute. Fionnuala is recovering in the local hospital. Oh and it's also time for GT." Stacey said, smiling.

Frank groaned and hauled himself up, glaring at Stacey. "Group therapy is stupid," he said huffily. "Why can't the time be used for unicorn hunting?"

Gerard made a small noise behind him, making Frank turn. "You ok, Gee?" he asked.

Gerard nodded quickly, biting his lip. "It's just...Mikey loves unicorns.....wait, that's an understatement..." Gerard let out a shaky laugh.

"Oh Gee, I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"No, it's fine. I like being reminded of Mikey." Gerard gave Frank a large smile and jumped up. "Time for GT?"

"Ugh." Frank complained, walking out the door. "Shoot me."

"It's not that bad, Frank." Stacey reasoned, patting his arm.

"Yes. Yes it is. It's almost as bad as going to the doctor's." Frank replied.

Gerard frowned. "You have to go there often?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

Frank rolled his eyes. "I don't have the best of immune systems..." he explained.

Stacey let out a loud laugh. "Ha! Understatement of the century! You have the immune system of a blueberry muffin, Frank." she scoffed. "I remember that now."