Hai! Yesh, This is niiice!
I Got A Bulletproof Heart
(Frankie's POV)
I sat on the side of Gee's bed and played guitar, singing occasionally. Nurses always came in like "your so sweet" or "your such a good boyfriend" or "keep it down!" and I didn't care. I would do this, as well as not eating anything that wasn't through a straw, until my boo woke up.
Mikey and the guys sometimes came down, they would sit down next to me, squeeze my shoulder, beg me to eat, then leave. His parents came at the same time everyday, 3:00 to 4:30. His stepdad would sigh at me and ruffle my hair. "Thanks for being so good to him, Frank" He would say and Donna would hug me and look at Gee sadly. Then they would leave. I was alone most of the time, left alone with Gee's empty body, I think. I would talk to him, have conversations while talking for him. I wnt crazy for a while there
A Month Later
I sat again, after school, next to Gee. I started to bring a comb to brush his hair. He didn't smell like lake anymore, they washed him, without my consent. I like to ignore the fact that he probably laid naked on a table somewhere and a random person spongebathed him. He smells like hospital now, I hate it. His skin is so cold, dead. I know he's not dead, but it would be nice if he was awake. The sad thing, though, is that he doesnt smell like smoke and snow anymore, he smells like a regular hospital person, but he's no normal patient, he's my baby! I snuggled next to his cold body, imagined his hands wrapping around my body as he kisses my forhead. Looking around my room, I knew exactly what to do... For when he woke up.
I came back into the quiet room with two big cangas bags and laid them on the chair by his bed. I took out his blood red blanket from his room and covered him up to his chin. I hate how cold he is! I walked back to the bag and took his sketchbook, pencils and pens, putting them on the table next to his bed. Well... He's not awake, I might as well look. I opened the sketchpad to a random page and found it full of my name. I smiled and flipped the page to a drawing of me. My smile got wider as I felt the page, his signature. I closed the book before I cried and put the sketchpad down, grabbig the bag and opening it. I took out three frames and put them on the table, one of Gee and me, us and the guys, and us with his parents on a skiing trip, the first time we kissed outside, on one of those ski lifts, it was oober romantic. I had taken a picture of us kissing on the lift, mountains in the backround and our snow covered hats, and i took the picture from my room and placed it in front. I put the empty bag down and grabbed the other. Each room had a little closet and I put his favorite outfit in it, his leather jacket, a red longsleeve with holes for his thumbs, black skinny jeans, and boots. I hung up the big picture he had painted of the mountains, a shadow (me) in the distance, waving at him. I smiled and put the painting that uses to be there on the floor. Soon i had taken every small painting down and replaced it with one Gee had made. I put the other empty bag on the ground, two more objects in my hand. I put the small black box with his ring on it, along with his old one on a chain. The other I put down on the ground after closing the door. He trodded on the ground cutely and meowed at me. I put two bowls on the ground, filling one with water, the other with food. Yes, Gee's new kitten is allowed here. Yes, I bought him a kitten.
I sat down by Gee's bed, his kitten on my lap as I petted him softly.
(One week later)
I stood by the closed door yet again as the nurse gave Gee a shot. I held Gee's kitten close to my heart, even he looked scared. I petted his soft black fur gently, but even I was shaking. Lyn-Z walked out of the room, apologized, and I stepped back in. The steralized room was more comfortable now, even with the large machine keeping him alive. I sat down and set Gee's kitten down, and he scampered around before laying on Gee's chest and falling asleep. I smiled and leaned forward, watching him. I watched Gee's eyes intently. "Please" I begged quietly and stared at his face. I fell back off my chair.
Gee's left eye twitched.
"DOCTOR!?"
