It hadn't taken long for him to stuff some clothes on, and head out. He'd been held up a bit by Mikey's frantic questions. In all honestly, Mikey was just glad Frank was actually doing something, even if he wasn't sure what it was. Frank hadn't really listened to him, just insisted he had to go quickly. That had worried Mikey and he had tried to stop Frank, thinking he was leaving because of Gerard. In this situation, he had to be angry at his brother for being so irresponsible. He knew Frank was unstable like that. "No Mikey. I have to go! Let me past!" He'd insisted, and simply shoved him out of the way when he denied. Mikey tried to follow him, but Frank ran as fast as he could to get away. Now he wandered, not quite sure where he was. Whilst touring, everywhere was new and they rarely had time to look around properly, with only playing a few shows in each place. All he had was a supposed street name. Gerard could still be bleeding. He could have hurt himself even more, and Frank was stuck wandering. He felt himself getting more annoyed and angry. He'd been out for around two hours, simply searching. By now, Frank was considering trying to ring Gerard again. Sighing dejectedly, he brought out his phone, still walking. He thought Gerard would have enough sense to tell him exactly where he was now. Phoning him quickly, Frank walked as he waited. Then, suddenly, he stopped walking, eyes wide. Not far from where he was, he heard the familiar ring of Gerard's phone. Oh God, he thought, noticing how shady this place was. Mainly alleys and clubs. Not many were open, since it was only six, but it was already getting dark. Much to Gerard's irritation, his hazy but pleasant dream was interrupted. With a few unfriendly curses, his eyes slid open to reveal the dirty floor in front of him. He shivered violently, the cold getting to him now he was fully conscious. Then he noticed the object of his annoyance. His phone. Oh. Slowly, he reached out his hand and clasped it, but dropped it immediately after. "Fuck, ow!" he glanced at his stained red and brown hand. He felt a little sick. It looked nasty, and infected. What the fuck had he done? Heart beat accelerating, he tried to push himself up from his lying position with his good hand. He winced in pain, feeling the shards of glass in his hips and backside. By now, he was utterly frightened, not knowing what had happened or how. Trying again for the phone, he used his good hand, whilst his bad hand clutched close to his chest. "H-hello?" he tried to speak, but his voice wavered with worry. Frank felt himself exhale, only then realizing he'd been holding his breath. But Gerard's answer had, in fact, hade him even more worried. He sounded…distant. Scared. He sounded like a small child, lost. It made Frank visibly shudder with discomfort."Oh Gerard… How badly hurt are you?" he asked immediately, though stopped walking as he noticed the sound wasn't there to lead him. Gerard let out sharp breaths, somewhere close to hyperventilation. "Frank… oh God, what happened? I just woke up here…and… the glass…" he struggled to breath, confusion and worry suffocating him momentarily. He tried to think, resting his forehead on his knee tops. Trying his very hardest to keep calm himself, Frank let out another deep breath, moving back to the wall. "It's okay… okay? Just try to keep calm. You called me earlier.. Said you'd cut your hand, and that you'd been drinking. Can you remember?" he asked, surprised how well he was keeping his voice from breaking. Gerard frowned deeply, grimacing at himself. He felt ashamed at himself. He'd promised himself and the rest of the band a long time ago that he'd never get into that shit ever again. But… He lifted his head quickly, making it hurt badly. "Why?" he choked out. His brain racked. Remember, Gerard, remember. He let out a small gasp, pain taking over again. Oh, he broke up with you. "You…you...no, you wouldn't. You can't!" he shouted at Frank, putting his injured hand down without thinking to stand up and immediately collapsing back down in pain, letting out a loud cry. Not understanding what was going through the others mind, he waited, hearing the sharp quick breaths that Gerard made, and the small sounds when he moved. Though Gerard asked him a question, Frank continued to stay silent as he didn't understand, though he was getting more worked up now. As he heard his friends (yes, he would always be Frank's friend, no matter what) cry of pain, Frank's eyes widened and he began walking out of distress. "Gerard? Gerard! What's wrong? Oh God, tell me where you are, I need to find you…" he sounded desperate, practically begging. Gerard wouldn't mess around now as Frank could tell the alcohol was mostly out of his system. Gerard felt his chest ache as it had done before. But this was worse, so much worse. Because the reason stuck in his mind, refusing to let him forget. "Why?" he asked again, tears filling his eyes. He stood again, being more careful, though his legs still shook from the searing pain. "Why did you break up with me?" he elaborated, needing to know. Frank's breath caught as his eyes searched frantically. Then he saw it. 'London road'. It taunted him. He'd been looking for it all day, and he had to find it now. When Gerard had just asked him the question he'd never want to have to answer again. Dropping his phone in his haste, he ran quickly down the alley to his friend, barely noticing the others bad state as he immediately wrapped his arms round the other and pushed him back against the wall to hug him. Not only fear and shock ran through him, but terrible pain as he felt the other small arms curl around him. But apart from an initial cry, he gritted his teeth and bore it, needing to be close to him. He was safe now. Even though Frank possessed no way of protecting him, he knew he was safer now, just with him. After a moment, he pushed Frank away, pain of two kinds making him angry at the smaller man. "Why?" he hissed again. "Why did you do that to me?" he asked. As Frank was pushed, he went back without a struggle, thinking of Gerard's aforementioned wounds. But now Frank was utterly confused. He knew alcohol could mess up your memory, but Gerard must have worked out why they broke up by now. "I..I'm sorry, but.." he paused, eyes wide and dazed. "I told you.. I don't want what you want. If you actually wanted anything.." He finished, shivering a little, though it had nothing to do with the bitter cold. Gerard's eyebrows furrowed in a frown. Yes, he'd said that before. He'd said they didn't want the same things… But, he'd just accused Gerard of not wanting anything. His eyes narrowed, as he pressed back slightly against the wall, ignoring his pain. "What the hell are you talking about? What do you want?" Frank's eyes slid up to meet Gerards. He looked as bewildered as Frank did. Slowly, the small male's features twisted as he eyed the blood on the side of his friends head and the bloody handprint over his mouth. His eyes slid down to the others messed up hand. He felt his stomach lurch. He gulped, forcing himself to look away. "I want.." he paused. What? A life? A future? Of course, but that didn't sum it up. "You. I want you to be with me… forever. I want us to have a life together.. God knows what that means, but I want it all…" he cringed, wondering how he'd take rejection. Gerard stared at the other eying him and self consciously put a hand to his hair. He felt the dried blood, and shuddered gently. Letting his hand drop, he listened to the other. An odd sense of desire ran through him as Frank spoke. "Then why did you break up with me?" Gerard asked, frowning, not sure he was getting the main point. Looking up again, he rested his gaze on Gerard's eyes. "Because we don't want the same things.." he said as if it were obvious, though it still pained him. "It took me a while to figure it out…and.. I guess it's oka-""Frank, you're being stupid."He was a little startled, wondering why he was being insulted. "What? How?""Because I want all that too. God knows what gave you the idea I didn't. I told you, I love you and want to be with you forever."Something clicked in Frank and he took a step back, unsure what to think of that. "W-what?" he gasped, feeling a sudden relief as a weight was lifted from his chest, but also tense in case of an awful, sick, sadistic joke. Seeming sympathetic, but a little annoyed at the other, he took a few steps away from the wall, stumbling forwards to wrap the other in an embrace. "You're so stupid sometimes." Frank stayed completely still, body still tense and rigid. Then he felt Gerard's arms round him, and the others lips by his ear and couldn't help but relax. As his muscles contracted, he pulled his arms lightly round the other waist, tears falling from his eyes. Pressing their bodies close together, Gerard let out a soft noise of pain, though he didn't mean to. It just hurt so damn much. He regretted the noise immediately after, as Frank pulled away from him. Gerard sighed, knowing what would come next. "We have to get you do the hospital." Frank said simply, eyes on Gerard's. He could see the other was reluctant, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. "Oh, c'mon.. I'm sure if I just wrap it up.." he murmured, aware he'd probably have to have some kind of painkiller. Through a needle. He winced lightly, which Frank mistook for more pain. "No.." he craned his neck, glancing round at the others bloodstained trousers too. "You must have sat in it too.." he frowned, looking up at the other. "Don't you remember anything?" Gerard shrugged, shaking his head. "No.. I don't even remember buying the drink." he admitted, memories from before pretty hazy. "Can you walk okay?" Frank asked, knowing he probably wouldn't support the other all the way to the hospital. As Gerard nodded, Frank took his hand automatically. He had already assumed they were back together. Gerard didn't argue anymore, but simply nodded. "I think so." As his hand was clasped, he sighed gently, happily. Whatever had been running through Frank's mind had gone, and Gerard couldn't be happier. "Frank?"The small male looked up at him. "Yeah?" He smiled. "I love you." Frank felt his heart flutter. "I love you too, so much.."Gerard smiled back, not caring that his ass and hand burned like hell. Not caring that he would probably be chilled for weeks after sleeping in this alley. It didn't matter. Because this had turned out to make him feel to happy and warm inside that he felt ready to burst. "Don't let them put a needle in me, okay?" he asked, smiling through his anxiety. Frank giggled, squeezing Gerard's good hand. "No I.V's." he promised, and they began to walk. "Yeah, he's fine now. We're just coming back… I know, I'm sorry we had to cancel and everything.." Frank paused, biting his lip, watching Gerard, who smiled happily at him. Frank couldn't help but smile back, glancing down at the others bandaged hand. "Okay Mikey." He laughed. "Okay. Hold on." He pulled the phone slightly away from his ear. "Mikey says he loves you, Gerard." he grinned. Gerard held his hand out for the phone, and Frank passed it to him. "Hey Mikey… Oh yeah, Frank's taken great care of me." He paled slightly, feeling a little sick. "No, I wouldn't let them get me with it.." Frank heard Mikey laugh from where he was standing, and saw Gerard grin. Gerard's grin slipped away, and he looked down. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. Tell Ray and Bob that too." he paused. "No, screw that, I made you guys a promise, and myself. I'd never get into that shit again." As Mikey spoke, Gerard looked up at Frank's anxious and worried face. Gerard shook his head, showing he was okay. He sighed. "I know, Mikey. You're my brother, of course I love you." Frank smiled, glad the conversation had changed. "Okay… see you later. Bye." His voice was a little bleak, but he'd already cut off before Frank of Mikey could scold him. Frank watched Gerard for a little whilst he grabbed his phone and wallet, stuffing them into his pockets. Then he turned, looking back at the other. "What's wrong?" Gerard asked, and Frank realized he must have seen an expression Frank was unaware he was displaying. "Oh…nothing, really.." Gerard waited, not letting it rest. "It didn't look like nothing."The smaller male bit his lip lightly. "Oh, well.. I was just thinking. I mean, I got all confused before… I had no idea what you were thinking.." he paused, sighing. "I just want us to talk more, I want you to tell me what you're thinking. I know you can read me perfectly, but you're completely closed in." Smiling to himself, Gerard nodded. "Okay, Frank." he leaned down, so his lips were close to the others ear. "I'll make you a deal. We can talk as much as you want tonight.." he paused, moving a hand to the others ribs. "As long as we get to do something else after." Frank, by this point, was blushing deeply, his eyes wide. He shivered as Gerard kissed his neck lightly. "Well? Do we have a deal?" he whispered, grinning to himself as he pulled back from the always, Frank was left dazed by Gerard, he leaned forwards, clinging to the other. "Yes. But can we do yours first?" he asked, looking up at Gerard from underneath his hair. Gerard laughed, taking the others hand with his own good one. "You're so cute." Frank pouted gently, not thinking that answered his question. Sometimes he wish Gerard weren't so naturally good at seduction. It was annoying, not having any control of his body when the other was around. "I wish I could do that to you..""Do what?" Gerard asked, confused."Leave your head spinning, you know… make you feel all dizzy and like you have no control of your body. It's like a power or something." "You do that to me constantly, so I don't think me powers are as strong as yours." He looked up at him, surprised. "Really? I mean, you make me dizzy all the time, but I can basically keep a hold of myself.." He paused, biting his lip. Gerard raised one eyebrow at him. "You're really that influenced by me?""You didn't notice?""Not really." he said modestly. Frank laughed, leading them out of the hospital. "Bob was right about something." he grinned to himself. Gerard paused, thinking. He wondered whether he should ask what they had been talking about in the first place, but decided against it. It wasn't Bob's fault. "What's that?""Love really is deaf and dumb."