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"Gerard? Wake up. Please?" Frank. That was definitely Frank. He sounded tired. He'd been crying, I knew it. He always sounded different after he'd been crying.

I became vaguely aware that he was holding my hand so I made an attempt to squeeze his own lightly. It was a successful move.

"Geezy?" Geezy? Seriously? He'd never called me that before so why start the habit of a lifetime now? What had the hospital given him?!

"When the hell did you ever start calling me Geezy?" I croaked out. Jeez, I really could have done with a drink. Ha, jeez, Geezy, get it?

"You're awake!" He squealed.

I winced. He was being a bit too loud.

"Well done, Sherlock." I took a deep breath and opened my eyes slowly.

Wow it's bright in here. The room is pretty much nothing but a white blur. I went to rub my eyes but ended up catching something on the back if my hand which sent a stabbing hand right up my arm.

"Ouch!" I moved my hand from my face and blinked a few times to see what the hell it was.

"Baby, it's okay." Frank took my hand in both of his own and kissed it softly.

It's surprising how the smallest things can make such a big difference. The pain had almost instantly gone.

"Frankie I can't see!" I complained, getting more and more scared.

"Gerard it's just the light, give your eyes time to adjust. You've only just woken up."

I burst into a fit of tears. Don't ask, it's not my style but I couldn't think of any other way to try and make myself feel any better.

My chest is in absolute agony. It isn't like someone's stabbing me. And it isn't feeling particularly heavy like someone had dropped a weight on it. For starters, what I do know is that my heart feels like is going ten to the dozen which is making it incredibly hard to breathe.

Something was pressed lightly to my face. I reached up and felt about for it to discover it was an oxygen mask again. Grasping it tightly with one hand, I felt around with my other for Frank's hand again. He sat on the bed beside me gently lifted the top half of me up and cradled me in his lap. I let go of his hand and took the bottom of his shirt in my fist, just in case he'd considered going anywhere. He can be unpredictable when he wants.

After taking my own time to calm down. A thought crossed my mind.

"Frank?" I sniffed. I still haven't opened my eyes. I'm doing just fine lying with them closed, actually.

"That's me." He replied, running his fingers gently through my hair.

"Am I still in my own clothes?"

He chuckled softly.

"I don't think now's the right time to give a damn about what you're wearing."

"I'm curious." There's another total lie. I'm more concerned about the fact they'd undressed me while I was unconscious and saw me lying looking like death in just my underwear! Well, until they'd gotten me in a gown. That was of course, if I was wearing one. The chances of that we're likely.

"No, honey. No you're not."

"Brilliant." I sighed.

There was silence for a while between us. It wasn't particularly awkward and I didn't and still don't have the energy to talk fact he's just sitting with me in his lap is perfectly only thing that's breaking the rest of the silence is the irritating bleeping of the heart monitor beside my bed. I'm pretty sure you can turn those things down but I won't mess, nor will I ask Frank to discover the volume button for me, either. Cause then it means he has to get up, resulting in me no longer being able to lie in this comfy position anymore. So it's probably best if I just pretend I can't hear it.

Minutes past.

For God's sake, I give up! It's like hearing your alam clock go off in the mornings and not being able to turn it off. Except, the beeping isn't as rapid. I guess we'd have somewhat of a problem if my heart was actually going at fast.

"Gerard, there's some things you need to know." Frank finally said.

I know a lot of things but sure, I'm all ears.

"But not from me." He added.

I looked up slowly.

"Why not?"

"I didn't really understand much of what the doctors were saying, I guess."

"Can't you just put if in your own words? Whose to say I'm gonna understand it either?"

Frank tilted his head from side to side, considering my question.

"I think it'd just be better if they told you instead."

As if on cue, Doctor McDonald made another appearance.

I smiled as best I could.

"Are you feeling more comfortable?" He sat on the end of the bed.

I nodded.

"That's good to hear. You scared us for a while there, Gerard."

I shrugged. It was hardly my fault. Tell my subconscious that and it won't happen again, hopefully.

"Okay well, I'm going to explain some things to you and you'll need to listen carefully. Understood?"

Again, I nodded.

"As you're aware, you came for a chest X-Ray earlier this afternoon, and we've had your results back and analysed."

"And?" I pressed.

"And there doesn't seem to be too much showing up. There is a tiny area on a small section on your right lung which looks abnormal-"

"Well what is it?" Frank snapped.

"We can't be sure at this moment in time." McDonald continued. "But because the X-Ray didn't come up very clear, I'm sending you to a specialist for a CT scan to get a clearer look. Is that okay with you?"

"Uh...I- I guess so..." I took Frank's shirt tighter in my fist.

Honestly, I wanted to say that it wasn't okay, but there really was no point in me refusing help. I'd have everyone start ganging up on me like a scene from middle school all over again. Like when you refuse some kid your candy bar and he gets his friends and before you know it, there's like, twenty kids wanting you to give the first kid your chocolate as well as them...Does that even make sense? Screw it, I don't care anymore. I know what I mean, anyway.

"Do you have any ideas at all as to what it could be?" I managed to gather my head together and ask a legit question.

"There's multiple possibilities but we aren't looking at anything specific right now because as I said, the X-Ray wasn't very clear. But for now, you need to stay here under observation and we'll try and make you as comfortable as possible. Is there anything you want?"

Okay, let's try this.

"My own clothes, preferably." I looked him dead in the eye, just so he knew I was serious.

He smiled lightly.

Why was that so funny? Can't a guy have his cake and eat it as the saying goes? Well, apparently not.

"I'm sorry but I don't think you'll be in your own clothes anytime soon, just yet. On that note, if you need anything else, give one of the staff nurses a call, I have my department to go back to."

With that, he smiled again and left the room.

"Frank?" I was shaking like a leaf. I felt so pathetic right now.

"Yeah?" I felt him rest his lips on my head an I relaxed a tiny bit.

"I'm scared."