Frank remembered these things, amazed that he was able to fucking think at all. He wanted to say something to Gerard before he died, so badly.
Gerard looked at Ray, worried about Frank.
"Frank's here… But Gerard… He's going to die."
"You can't let him."
"Our only hope is a certain type of shot which we have back at the Diner. But it'll take us awhile to get there, and Frank's in dire need of it."
"Then shut up and drive."
Gerard looked around to see Frank's body stretched out across the back seats. His head was in Mikey's lap, and Mikey was bathing Frank's head with a strip of cloth he'd torn from his shirt and water they'd brought with them.
"Frank…"
There was nothing He could do until He got to the HQ. He hated that He was so fucking helpless…
Every minute they had to drive made Gerard even more nervous, and He couldn't stop looking back at Frank to make sure He was okay.
The entire drive was hell for Gerard, He felt so horrible, so sleep deprived, so fucking sick—and so much worry threatening to take over His mind. Finally, they got to the HQ—They only had a couple minutes to help Frank—
"Mikey, go get the shot ready. It's our only hope."
Mikey ran inside, and came back within half a minute. "Ray, do the shot. I'll take Gerard inside and start taking care of Him."
Mikey picked Gerard up and carried Him away. All He could think about was Frank and how much He needed Him to be okay—And then His world went black for what must've been the 5th time that week.
~Several hours Later~

Gerard opened His eyes to a familiar room. Mikey was standing next to Him with a surprised look on His face. "So you've finally woken up."
"Aaaahhh…" Gerard moaned from the pain His entire body was in. "What's going on…?"
"We brought you and Frank back from the desert, we gave Frank the shot—We don't know if he'll live—We brought you here, gave you some painkiller drugs, got you an IV, and that's about it."
Frank. Suddenly Gerard's mind was spinning with His memories. Everything from before He was a Killjoy rushed back to Him at once. Knives. Frank's mother. Broken bones. Blood. How He had to lie to keep Frank alive. He'd broken Frankie's heart back then, and He was surprised that He'd been forgiven. Amazed that Frank still cared about Him. Shocked that He'd thought He'd loved Frank, after so many years. Most of all… Scared about the love Frank seemed to still have for Him.

~15 years before current events~

"Frank, that's it. You DID lie to me. Get off of Him and come out here RIGHT NOW. You! I-Don't-Give-a-fuck-who-you-are-or-what-Frank-thinks-of-you—Get the hell out of my house within ten fucking SECONDS!"
That was the last Gerard saw of Frank for a week. What a hard, bitter week it was. Gerard sat around His house in the throes of depression, afraid of what had happened to Frank. Sometime during the illusions created by angst, Gerard made up His mind. He wasn't going to love Frank anymore. His heart would hurt, it would threaten to fall out of His chest, the pain would be so great—But He had to do this for Frank. He'd always love the younger man. Always. He realized that He'd have to pretend He didn't like Frank in order to keep the other man away from Him—For His own fucking sake.
"Gerard."
Gerard, who'd been sitting outside doing nothing, looked up to see Frank. His face was covered with bruises and cuts, his right wrist was broken, his eye was swollen and black- It hurt Gerard so much knowing what He was about to do. Frank was in so much pain already, and to add to it would be the most awful thing anyone could do. Still…
"Frank… Listen."
He almost choked on the words He was preparing to say.
"Frank… I don't love you anymore. I'm done. Please don't ever talk to me…"
Gerard could hear the tears in Frank's voice as he replied "Gerard, please tell me this is just a joke. Look at me Gee... I need you so fucking much, more than ever... I can't stop loving you."
Gerard couldn't bear to see the expression on Frank's face, the one He knew would be distorted by all the cuts and swelling. So instead, He looked away and ran into His house. While locking the doors, He heard Frank yell "Why Gerard…? I HATE YOU!"
The tears streamed down Gerard's face for so long He thought He'd never be able to cry again after this. His heart was so battered and so torn from this lie that He wanted to kill Himself. But He couldn't—Because eventually, He would see Frank again. He would tell Him the truth, and hopefully, He would earn Frank's heart back. The trust He'd taken so long to build was gone, washed away by Frank's blood and Gerard's tears. It was so hard for a person like Frank to trust anyone; He'd been betrayed by so many people so many times. He loved Frankie with an unreal passion. And that was why He had to break Frank's heart. "I love you," He whispered. "I always, always will."
~End of flashback~
"I DIDN'T WANT TO SAY IT!"
Gerard yelled, struggling to sit up in the bed He had been laid in. He gripped the first thing in sight, which was Mikey's arm… And Mikey didn't mind when Gerard left deep dents and ripped skin with His nails.
"What's going on?" Mikey asked, concerned.
Gerard was so upset with Himself for being so weak, and for how He'd hurt Frank, who He knew still had a bleeding heart. He was still so in love with Frank, who didn't know. He now understood that back in BLI's prison when He'd held and kissed Frank, all He was doing was further fracturing the already broken pieces of the other Killjoy's heart.
"Where is he?" Gerard whispered.
"Frank?"
Gerard only nodded His head.
"Ray's taking care of him."
"He's still alive?"
"He's… Alive, but…"
"Would you please take me to see him?"
"I'm not sure you can handle-"
"Michael James Way, I helped him for five fucking days in the desert. I witnessed his insanity. I need to see him in order to say alive myself."
Sighing, Mikey lifted Gerard and set Him in a wheelchair which had been waiting next to the bed. "Gerard, promise you won't freak out, okay?"
"I'll try not to."
Mikey pushed Gerard's wheelchair until they arrived at the diner's kitchen which now served as a makeshift infirmary.
At the sight of Frank, Gerard screamed.