Remedy
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  • Parts 17
  • Time 1h 48m
  • Reads 1,099
  • Votes 132
  • Parts 17
  • Time 1h 48m
Complete, First published May 30, 2020
Mature
IMPORTANT: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!! Treat this as if they were original characters with the same names. I did not mean to be offensive with the topic, and I apologized if it sounds like it is

 

*there will be some name changes as well as other small details*

TW//suicide ideation

[originally a oneshot] After a motorcycle accident, Frank's back is fucked and his dreams are all gone. He and Jamia are fighting all the time, and he's given up. Jamia hires a nurse to take care of him while she goes to work, and you know....
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Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)