Gerard froze and stared at the wall, shocked. 'Death pills? What death pills?'
Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! Frank had no idea what to say. 'Uhhh, what are you talking about?' Frank said pretending he had no idea what Gerard was talking about. The pills he was taking killed him, thus the name "death pills".
'Don't act dumb, Frank! What death pills?' Gerard knew exactly what Frank was doing, and what he's done but he needed him to confess.
Plan A failed and there was no plan B so he might as well stick to plan A. 'I have no idea what you're talking about, Gerard!'
'Yes you do! You better tell me about those death pills!' he was angry now. Death pills? Why would Frank even think that?
'What? Tell you what? There's nothing to tell!' Frank didn't understand why Gerard was making a big thing out of this, what's done is done.
'Oh, seriously? You're gonna pretend you never said anything? Fine! I'll be seeing you shortly.' Gerard threatened.
'What? GERARD! NO! DONT YOU FUCKING DARE GERARD!' How could Gerard say that! Fuck! What happened happened!
'DONT YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME! JUST TELL ME WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED!' Gerard was furious now. Why was Frank denying it? He was dead, it's not like anything could hurt him if he just came clean.
'I FUCKING DIED! HAPPY? YOU GOT YOUR FUCKING ANWSER!' Frank knew he shouldn't have snapped like that but why was Gerard making a scene out of this?
'HAPPY? WHY WOULD I EVER BE HAPPY?' he was shouting, and he knew the nurse would run in anytime now so he lowered his voice. 'Why, Frankie? Why?' he asked through his teeth.
'BECAUSE I LEFT YOU AND COULDN'T SURVIVE IT BECAUSE I MESSED EVERYTHING UP BECAUSE IT WAS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MY HEAD BECAUSE NOBODY GAVE A FUCK!' Frank kept shouting and he could find a lot more reasons but that doesn't mean he didn't regret it, he regrets his actions a lot.
Gerard couldn't believe what he was hearing. Nobody gave a fuck? Is he a nobody? Of course he cared for Frank. But they couldn't see each other and that's why it ended up the way it did. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' he punched his lap. 'FRANK YOU LISTEN TO ME! I ALWAYS TOLD YOU THAT I'D BE THERE IF YOU NEEDED ME! AND NOW WHAT? I WASNT!' he wanted to hit something right now. Something hard that would leave him in pain but the room had no such objects.
'SURE! AND NOW YOU'RE CLASSIC BLAMING YOURSELF AS IF YOU DID SOMETHING WRONG! FUCK IT! FUCK EVERYTHING!' This was the first time Frank wished there was alcohol or drugs here. But there was nothing like that here.
'THAT'S 'CAUSE I DID! I WASNT THERE TO SUPPORT YOU! I WASNT THERE TO STOP YOU! I WAS ONLY THERE WHEN IT WAS TOO LATE!' he knew he was shouting again, but this time he didn't care. He had to get his point across even if it meant being still kept here till the end.
'AND? IM DEAD BECAUSE OF MY OWN ACTIONS! BECAUSE OF SOMETHING I DID AND NOW YOU'RE BLAMING YOURSELF FOR IT!' Frank was VERY annoyed and angry; how could Gerard blame himself for what he couldn't stop. How messed up was that? Could Gerard for once stop blaming himself? He never did anything wrong.
Just as Gerard opened his mouth to shout, the nurse ran in. She looked at Gerard and the picture he was holding.