Gerard was 19 and still living at home, since his parents didn't think that he was healthy enough to live on his own. He didn't eat, plane and simple, and because of this, his parents took him to a psychiatrist that worked in the hospital and a nutritionist and a fucking mental health specialist on the 3rd floor. He spent half of his days in that hospital, but it never helped his state of mind.
His were planning on buying an apartment for him and his brother, Mikey to share once Mikey finished high school. They hoped that Mikey would be able to 'help' him. And in all honesty, they were tired of babysitting him, but at the same time they didn't trust him on his better to be his 'caretaker' than his own brother.
Gerard didn't have a good reason to starve himself, no that there ever is a good reason. He just felt hopeless and worthless, like his presence didn't matter. He was the only one who saw it that way, because he was too oblivious to see the fact that they all wanted him in their lives. At first he thought that everyone had hated him because he was fat, and he had hoped that being skinny would make the bullying stop. By the time he realized that it did nothing for his reputation, he was too far gone, even the thought of food had disgusted him.
He was known as the 'quiet one' among the doctors and nurses, even a few patients. His psychiatrist never got a word out of him during their two hours sessions, Gerard would just sit there in silence. Everyone knew how much they loathed having to work with him, because he was so difficult to communicate with. It wasn't that he couldn't talk, he just chose not to, he only talked to Mikey, because he trusted him. He didn't trust anyone else, mainly because they didn't seem to understand, maybe one day he'd learn to trust them, possibly. They were all trying to 'fix' him, but he didn't want to be fixed, he wanted to die, but they weren't going to let that happen.
Today was a normal day for Frank, and he wandered around the 3rd floor as usual. He had an abundance of energy and decided to spend it visiting his 'friends.' When he got to Sam's room, the old man was no where to be seen and someone appeared to be prepping the room for another patient. "Where's Sam?" Frank questioned the nurse that was tucking in the bed sheets, he hadn't seen her before, and guessed that she was from another section that he hadn't gone exploring yet.
"He's in surgery," she answered vaguely. "Shouldn't you be in you room?" Frank didn't like the girl already, and hoped that she wasn't placed on the floor permanently. She held out her hand expectantly, waiting for Franks wrist to be placed in her grasp. He lifted his arm slowly and gave her is wrist reluctantly. She carefully examined the white band that wrapped around his slim wrist. "Cancer. Aren't you supposed to stay in you room?" He wanted to tell her that he ad permission to wander about, but he already felt the tears prickling his eyes, so he made his way back to his room early. The nurses that loitered his floor all knew that he was sensitive, so they were always kind to him, but she didn't seem to understand this.
"Gerard, we need to talk." He knew that bad things were to come when he heard the words exit his mothers mouth, talking was never a good thing."Me and your dad have been thinking," Oh great, that couldn't be good. "That it would be best if you got out of the house. This led Gerard to believe that they were kicking him our, forcing him to fend for himself for a change. Not that he cared, it would make it easier to die, all alone and living out of a cardboard box, much could also get booze, since his parents had removed all of the alcohol due to his drinking habits."We talked to the nutritionist and our psychiatrist, and they both agree that it would be beneficial to place you in the hospital. They've already got you a room near the emotionally unstable department." Great, now he's mental. "They decided to put you just outside the wind, because you are not as high of a priority, and there wasn't much room left." Now he was being forced to live in a fucking hospital, surrounded by people that he hates, this was much worse than living on the streets.
He went downstairs to sulk, only five minutes had passed before Mikey joined him in his cave. "You okay?" He wasn't surprised when Gerard was unresponsive, he was always like this when he was upset. "I'll visit you everyday," he promised, although it failed to reassure Gerard. "You'll be okay. I'll never let them hurt you," he moved closer to his older brother and enveloped him in a hug. For the first time that day, he let his guard down, and tears flowed down his face. Only for Mikey, could he drop his facade.
Frank had decided to lay low in his room for a few days, the nurses automatically figured that he was just in another on of his moods. finally emerged a few days later, the nurses were very talkative. "What's the scoop Sally?" He asked his favorite nurse.
"Well, the 'quiet one,' I think his name is like Jared or something. Well, he's moving into Sam's old room." So that explained the constant murmurs. "His nurse is from the mental wing. She's a bitch, I advise you to stay away from her." Frank agreed with the statement, he definitely didn't like her, though passing Sam's room was part of his daily routine, but now that it wasn't his room, he should really get out of the habit.
"Where's Sam anyway?" He questioned.
"He's up in intensive care. He had a heart attack. He's fine now, but they decided to move him," Frank was relieved to know that he was fine. "They might move him back down in a month or so."
"Well, I'll still be here," he complained. He again retreated to his room early because he had nothing better to do.