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"I love you, Gerard"
Stupid bloody drunk driver. Stupid bloody Frank for insisting of driving. Gerard closed his eyes, his brain reeling with sounds and images… And the one that always seemed to come back…
Bending over Frank, watching blood trickle down his face. Begging Frank to stay… Because Gerard needs Frank.
"I… love you Gerard…"
Fuck Frank… Fuck his fucking coma… fuck it all…
Beep. Beep. Beep… constant echoey beeping.
Constant beeping that meant Frank was alive.
Gerard sat by his bedside, his hand resting in Frank's loos hold.
The white walls around them, the grey tinged bedclothes… Gerard couldn't see them. All he could see was Frank, Frank's beautiful face…
Frank had many friends, but it was Gerard who was constantly by his side. He came every day without fail. Sometimes he bought books and magazines to read to Frank and sometimes he bought a guitar and sung Frank's favourite songs. Anything to get Frank to wake up…
And every day before he left, he leaned forward and kissed Frank on the forehead, hoping and praying that he would open his eyes.
But for a month, a whole 30 days of torture, nothing happened. Frank hung in the banence of life and death, all the efforts to bring him back from the brink failed.
Gerard, would not, could not, give up. He stayed by Frank, his bedside became a scond home. He promised to stick around, even if it took a year, NO way was he giving up.
It was late morning, and, as per usual Gerard was present at Frank's beside. He was reading from a music magazine, gently holding Frank's hand on top of the bedcovers…
…And then Frank squeezed his hand.
It was so gentle that at first Gerard told himself he had imagined it. He had been dreaming, dreaming, dreaming and…
Frank's eyelids flickered, and flickered, and… opened…
"Look alive, sunshine." Frank croaked, his voice thin, and weak, and beautiful…
Gerard blinked back his tears.
"Frank…" His friend smiled
"Gerard."
"Don't ever fucking dare do that again! I thought you were d-dead…" Gerard sobbed. Frank smiled, his eyes alight with flames once more.
"No. Not dead. There was no way I was going to leave you."
"Frank…" said Gerard in a very small voice.
"Yeah?"
"I-… love you… I love you Frank." Frank chuckled.
"I love you too idiot. I love you too."
Fin.