Frank's POV:

I blinked my eyes open and saw a pale, black haired figure next to me. I opened my eyes wide and stared at him in shock. Who was this guy? Why is he in my house? And how the fuck have i ended up in here? I winced as the pain came back and realised that the last thing i remembered was being beaten up, and then searching for my keys. Then nothing. My mind was blank. 'H...Hi...' he said. I didnt reply. I couldn't reply. 1) it hurt to talk. 2) he's a complete stranger! 'Say something Frank. Say something. Anything!'

'W.. w.. wha?...Who...?' I stuttered. 'nice one frank, that wasn't even english!'
'Um, i'm Gerard.. You got beaten up, so i.. i followed you to make sure you were okay but... you fell... and i caught you.. so i.. so i brang you inside... and um.. im sorry. If you want me to leave i...'
'Stay.' I interrupted. He nodded slowly and looked away.
'Okay' he said softly. I noticed that his eyes were a soft brown and i stared deeply into them. I tried to sit up, and hissed with the pain. He got on his knees beside me and put one hand under my back and one on my face and lowered me back to the sofa.
'no no no...' he soothed softly. 'Dont move, it'll hurt. Just relax.' I did as i was told and lay back. He dabbed at my face softly and it stung. I lifted my hand up to touch the wound, but he gently pushed my hand away. 'Don't touch it' he advised, 'relax... i don't want to hurt you. im sorry if it stings...' he said quietly. His voice was soothing. Healing almost.

'So whats your name?' he said almost inaudibly.
'Frank'
'Ah i see. I like your name frank.' He finished on my face, and moved down to my topless body. He gently wiped away at the lines of half dried blood from the multiple open wounds.
'Don't be silly Gerard, you dont have to pretend you like it. its a horrible name and i...'
'Shhhhhh...' he said, interrupting me mid-rant. 'Your name is beautiful. And i think it really suits you.' He whispered, still kneeling at my side. After he'd wiped all the blood away, he placed more band-aids and simply said 'Your legs.'
'What?'
'I need to see your legs.'
'Oh.' i said. He wanted me to pull my jeans off? Oh god, id be almost naked infront of a guy i'd just met...
'Well the only way i can think of, is for you to take them off. Is.. Is that okay? I'm not a perv or anything i just think that your legs might hurt too and..'
'Okay..' i cut him off. I slowly moved my arms and tried to undo my belt. I hissed with pain.
'Oh sorry! sorry!' Gerard cried, lifting my arms to my side and undoing my belt for me. He slipped off my shoes and socks. He gently undid my button and zip, and edged the jeans down very slowly and lightly as not to hurt me. 'Not the best day for skinnies.' i thought to myself. He used one hand to slowly edge them down, and used the other to help move my sore limbs get out of them easier.

Once they were off, he gently folded them, and placed them down beside him. 'There we go...' he said as he slowly started dabbing and wiping away all the blood stains. 'I'll be back in a sec.' he said, and slipped off into the kitchen.