Chapter 14

It had been 6 days since everything had happened, and Frankie had visited Connor every day and Faith and Johnny visited once. Frankie had even made her mum's favourite style steak for the house with her ingredients as best she could with a broken hand and Mike had been back for a day. Though she wasn't in everyone's good books by a long shot, Frankie was okay with that, because she didn't need a ton of friends to be happy.

"Apparently we're having a new boy coming soon." Carmen gossiped

"But why does he have to share with me? Blake's old room is free." Tyler whined.

"Your room is bigger than Johnny's or Rick's, and Blake might come back yet." Imogen explained.

"Heard that Frankie, your boyfriend might come back… oh wait, he stood you up, didn't he." Acid sneered.

"He was hardly anything but a friend, romance isn't my thing." Frankie lied.

"There must be someone out there for you."

"Maybe." Frankie shrugged.

At about one o'clock, after Tyler had gotten his room re-arranged, he was listening in on the social worker and Mike discussing the new kid.

"He's really quiet, but he's a bright kid, always has his head in a book." The social worker said. "He doesn't seem to be easy to get a foster home though, with him being 15 it's hardly the best age, and after everything he's been through..."

That was enough for Tyler, he ran to tell everyone in the lounge what he'd just heard.

"Really? Poor kid." Faith said, hearing Tyler's gossip.

"I have to share with him, he's just some nerd." Tyler complained.

"Nerds can be quite interesting, they have more to talk about." Frankie said.

"Boring stuff though, who wants to talk about Star Trek and algebra?" Carmen shrugged.

"Just because he reads doesn't make him a nerd." Elektra piped up. "I read, am I a nerd?"

Everyone shook their heads; a nod probably would've cost them a punch in the face, so agreeing was best.

I'm going to the hospital." Frankie shouted up, hoping someone heard. She heard a feint okay from the kitchen, probably Gina, so she just left and did the same thing she'd done for the past 6 days.

Sitting in the same awful, lumpy, green chair she had done, but the words where always different, she would blabber about the day's happenings and she'd asked him how he was, obviously never getting a response, but seeing him every day was enough for her. No matter how much she convinced herself that her loathsome nature for hospitals was improving, Frankie couldn't say that honestly, she detested how grotesque and germy it made her feel, like she was a walking disease.

Just then, the machine started beeping really quickly. Frankie ran outside quickly to grab a nurse, who kept her outside, as her a doctor and a few more nurses went into Connor's room for about 10 minutes. Frankie's heart was pounding like a drum; she had no clue what was happening, just then, the doctor left the room.

"I have some good news, Connor's breathing on his own completely, he doesn't need the oxygen mask anymore."

Frankie's smile felt as if it went ear to ear, she didn't think it would've been a positive thing, but she was proven wrong.

"He should be awake in a couple hours." The doctor said, smiling at Frankie's obvious excitement. "He might still be a bit depressed since that'll be the last thing he remembers, but don't worry if he says anything untoward, we will be starting him up on some anti-depressants in the next few days."

"Thank you so much." Frankie said smiling. She wanted to run and tell everyone, but she didn't want to leave the room in case Connor woke up, so she just stayed in the room, she was putting her friend first. So, she sat back in the same uncomfortable chair by Connor's bedside and placed her hand on his and had the agonizing wait until Connor woke up.

Three hours and a couple of hot chocolates later, and the most Frankie got out of Connor was his finger moving slightly, which was better than nothing, that was until she heard a groan and saw his eyes scrunch. Butterflies filled her stomach, this was actually happening.

"W… Where am I?" Connor mumbled groggily.

"You're in the hospital." Frankie replied, smiling at the sound of his voice.

"Why? I wanted to die." Connor said bluntly. These words cut Frankie like a knife.

"I found you, and you still had a pulse…"

"…Frankie?" Connor interrupted.

"Who else would it be, silly?" Frankie replied, chuckling slightly.

"You… you saved my life…"

"No, I just stopped you from doing something really stupid." Frankie said, then instantly regretting it, when Connor winced at the words. "Sorry, you just scared the hell out of me. What would I do without my best friend?"

"You'd have Blake." Connor responded.

"I'd rather stick cacti in my eyes." Frankie replied.

"Wow, things have changed." Connor said chuckling lightly.

"Its fine, he's gone."

"Good, he seemed like he was up his own arse."

Frankie just chuckled. "Faith came to visit too, so did Johnny."

"Why did he bother?"

"He felt bad for what he did. I've called it quits with him." Connor just sighed, then just stared at Frankie.

"You've lost weight." He said, not sounding all there. "You look really skinny."

"Says you." Frankie said, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry about me."

"Says the girl with a bandage on her hand." Connor said, glaring at her hand. "Should I ask, or will I not be surprised?"

"I punched a brick wall and busted my hand."

Connor just chuckled shaking his head. "Again? You'll never learn will you?"

"I guess not." Frankie shrugged, pulling her phone out to check the time, it was nearing 8 o'clock and visiting hours where almost up.
"Visiting hours is almost done, and you look exhausted." Frankie said as Connor yawned and rubbed his eyes to try stay awake. "Try and get some sleep and I'll come and see you tomorrow, okay?" Frankie said gathering her things.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

AN: Thanks for reading, sorry it's late D:

The few chapters should see more happening with Frankie and Connor :)