FRANK'S POV

It's been three days since the accident and I'm worried. I don't even know how I feel right now. All those times I've spent with him, and he can't remember anything.

But he says he knows he loves me… Does he? He could just be trying to spare my feelings…

But then how did he know to do that if he didn't know if he loved me or not?

This whole thing is stressing me out… I better go check on him.

"Mom, I'm going to see how Gerard's doing, I'll be back tonight, okay?" I said to my mother, and smiled.

I guess she could tell that I was still a bit shaken up by what happened and she kicked into mom-mode, "Honey, it will be okay… I'm sure his memory will return! Even if it doesn't, it's a chance to start new, make better and newer memories with him. I think you should look at this whole thing a bit more positively, Frankie. All will be okay."

Her eyes showed sympathy and her grin emitted comfort and reassurance. All in all, I trusted her to the core. So I smiled back at her.

"You're right, mom. Thank you," I walked two steps to the chair in which she sat, and kissed her forehead, "Love you,"

"That's my boy," she stated, "Love you too, Frank,"

As I turned around to the door and grabbed by keys, she returned to her newspaper and tea. The usual. Halfway out of the front door, I heard her yell out, "Uh, be careful out there son, there's a serial killer they haven't caught yet, just be aware, alright?"

I waved, not looking back, "Yeah, alright mom, I'll see you tonight!"

When I arrived to the help desk a young woman, a familiar face, pointed me to Gerard's newly assigned room. He had to change it before too, for someone in more need of the room than himself.

On our walk to the emergency room, I couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you Lindsey? From the restaurant?" An older doctor bumped into my arm and apologized.

"Yes, I didn't think you were going to recognize me!" She chuckled, "I was waiting for you to ask that. I work here too; I needed the extra money from the restaurant as well. I heard what happened to Gerard, and I'm so sorry that happened… If you need anything, you can always call me with that number I left you,"

Lindsey smiled her lipstick smile, spreading flirtatiously across her face, and then she stopped. "Well, here we are…" she sighed through a small smile, "Room 617, Mr. Way,"

Time stopped. 617. This couldn't be a coincidence. Could it? My eyes grew wide with terror, and Lindsey noticed.

"Are you alright, Frank? What's wrong?" Her eyes tried to search mine for a sign of finding me, but I wasn't there.

I unglued my view from the tile and looked at her for a moment then looked back down. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Thank you for showing me the room, Lindsey."

"No problem," she smirked sympathetically, and then out of nowhere, she hugged me. A friendly hug. The kind that says 'I like you and all, but I understand you're in a relationship, and I'm sorry' if that makes sense. "Remember I'm always here for you,"

"Thanks," was all I could whisper. I turned, drained of energy, towards the door of Gerard's room. I slowly turned the knob and slid open the door.

I felt like a zombie. A scared, terrified, lifeless, pale zombie. But when Gerard fluttered his eyes open and looked at me, I smiled.

So did he. "Frankie, baby…" he whispered.

"Hi, how are you feeling?" I said, as if talking to a baby. I paced over, next to his white bed and sat in a slippery chair that rested beside him.

"I'm so tired but they wont let me sleep yet. Only ten minutes at a time. They said I could go into a coma if I sleep too long," he turned his head to the opposite side of me and I followed his gaze.

A nurse. I didn't notice her before, so I smiled a small smile at her.

"I'll just leave you two alone. Keep him awake, if he falls asleep, call for me, or hit that button, okay?" She smiled and pointed to a medium sized red button that read 'call for nurse' on the top.

"Capish!" I grinned wider and shot her a thumbs up, as she shut the door behind her.

The room grew darker as the wooden hospital door thumped shut. Then silence.

I stood up halfway to kiss a sleepy Gerard on the lips for a moment then looked at him. "Hey baby," I whispered onto his face.

"Hey," he smirked without any teeth, "Can you do me a favor?"

I sat back down and said, "Of course, Gee, anything!"

"Okay good, because I wrote down every name I could remember, and I want to know who they are. Can you help me out?" He reached over to a drawer that rested next to his bed and pulled out a large notepad. He clicked a pen and got ready for me to tell him everything I know.

"Yeah, sure, who you got?" I crossed my legs and leaned back in my leather chair, making it screech. We both giggled at this.

"Well, I know who my mom and dad are, they came and visited yesterday, so I have them down, but who is Mikey?"

I cast my eyes down. I knew he was going to ask that.

"I know for some reason I feel close to him. But why does his name make me want to cry? Every time I think about him, I tear up. I don't know why."

I sighed then looked at him, "Mikey… was your brother."

"Was?" His mouth hung open just a bit as realization came over him. He closed his mouth then his eyes glistened with forming tears. "He's dead?"

"Gerard, Mikey died a year and seven days ago, four days before we got together. You both were so close, like no one could separate you. You'd share everything, cassette tapes, comic books, movies. You'd draw for him all the time then… Then a pair of burglars shot him in a bank robbery. A girl and a guy, a couple out to steal money. Everyone called them the modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.

"Your brother was brave. He stood up to them, and protected a few small children. He took their bullets. Before they shot him, they asked if he had a final request. You know what he said?" I smiled though my cheeks were streaked with tears.

"W-what did M-Mikey say…?" he was almost sobbing hearing the story as if it were the first time he had heard it. I guess technically it was the first time, for him.

"He said to them, 'Tell my brother I love him with all my heart. I'm finally a hero, just like in the comic books we used to read. I'm finally the hero we both wanted to be, the hero he inspired me to be. Make sure he knows I'm dying happy and proud. Now shoot me.'

"He said t-that?" Gerard said between breaths.

I smiled at him again, "His exact words. I was there. It happened all too quickly for me to stop him, plus I was forced to the ground, so I didn't know he had gone over to the children. We were there to get money out of his account to buy your mom a gift for her birthday.

"I will never forget the look on his face when they shot him. He looked strong. He had no regret of what he did. The town called him a hero, and his school made a memorial for him. But something happened afterwards that was a little weird,"

"W-what…?" Gerard wiped off a couple tears and tried to recover from his sadness.

"There was a cassette and a note the next day on your kitchen table. The recording of your brothers last words. The note said something that could only be left by the Bonnie and Clyde couple. It said something along the lines of 'Tell your fag of a son that we did him a favor. He should be grateful that we recorded his brother's last words for him. And yeah, he's gay. We do our research. But I'm sure you're aware of that.' And that was it. They were never caught.

"They're still on the run. Since then, your family has been scared stiff, and they set up a bunch of security systems around the house since then, so you're safe," I shot him a small grin as he tried to digest all of this new information.

"Oh… Okay… So everything's okay, right? Nothing suspicious?" I instantly remembered the whole 617 thing and bit my cheek. His eyes glowed brightly, illuminated by the setting sun from the drawn window.

I stood up and leaned down on top of his face, "Well, I would be lying if I said no, but let's leave that for another day, okay Gee?"

I engulfed him in a longing kiss, our mouths moving with each other. I felt his hand grab my hair and pull me closer to him. After a minute, I pulled away and looked into those hazel-golden eyes, outlined in a ring of eyeliner that's three days old, and smeared on his face from the earlier crying session. I must have looked the same way, except less magnificent.

"Okay. Maybe tomorrow, you can tell me about that and about stuff that happened between us?" His face looked hopeful.

"Yes, of course, is there anything you need?" I slid my hand into my pocket and felt a piece of paper. I pulled it out and examined the writing. 617.

Oh God. I pursed my lips and hid my inflating horror. I put it back into my pocket, however it got there. How, though? Why? God, I was so mad at the world. Why was all of this happening to me? To Gerard?

"Yes, actually, could you stay the night here?" I looked at him and he was staring at the ceiling with his arms on his stomach. He hadn't noticed the paper. Good.

"O-of course, I'll go get the nurse for you, I'm getting tired."

He nodded and shut his eyes halfway, letting me know he was tired too.

After I got the nurse I settled down on the unoccupied bed across from his. Tomorrow will be a long, long day. I finally shut my eyes and got to sleep a bit.