Ugh... getting tired of posting and reposting this chapter. Ficwad HATES me!
"Stop moving! I can't clean it if you won't hold still," growled the nurse. I sat on the bed wincing as the nurse, Mrs. Monroe, dabbed the cuts on my face with alchohol soaked cotten swabs. Frank and I were taken into the back room of the nurses office so not to disturb the other kids with normal issues like stomach aches and paper cuts. I was glad to still have Frank's company. Mac went to clean the bloody messes I had donated to the school's floor and the lady whom I had "scared the living daylights out of" happend to be Mrs. Marvin, had gone to the principle to inform him about the fight. Even though Frank had been with me, he hadn't said a word. He was still in a bit of shock from all the bodily fluids that had spilled out of me in the hall. I was apparently going to be okay, Mrs. Monroe said I just had some minor internal bleeding from too many blows the the abdomen and I should be fine after staying at home and resting for a couple of weeks.
I grinned at the good news and looked over at Frankie. My smile faded when I realized that he would be all alone at school while I was away. I could see that he was thinking the same thing because even though his smile showed that he was sincerely happy that I was okay, there was fear behind it. After a beating like that on your first day, who wouldn't be terrified? I gave him a knowing look and bit my lip while pulling my gaze back to the healer. "Um... What about Frank?" I tried my best puppy dog face, but it didn't seem to phase her. She just glanced at the small boy and sighed while rolling her eyes.
"He'll be fine... At most he could stay home one day just to make sure he is okay, but he doesn't show any sign of a concussion like you did. The blurry vision and your... nausea from earlier proved my analysis," she said matter-of-factually. She was practically glowing in her self pride. I wasn't as pleased with her reasoning, but it got Frank to sit up a bit straighter and flashed his goofy, childlike grin at me. "Well, I had better call so your parents can pick you both up..." She sighed. Pushing her feet lazily on the floor, her rolling chair squeaked it's way in the direction of her desk in the other room, leaving Frankie and I to keep eachother company.
"Sorry," I whispered, while keeping my eyes fixed to the floor. Frankie seemed a bit confused and narrowed his eyes at me.
"What for....?" He sang merrily, cocking his head to the side. I looked up and locked my eyes with his.
"What do you mean 'What for'? I got you in the middle of a fucking beat down! It was your first day and you were so nice to me... It is all my fault... It is always my fault, I'm a fuck up! If I had just avoided you, you wouldn't have gotten your ass kicked." Breaking eye contact, I let my face fall into my hands, thoroughly upset with myself. It hurt that it was so true, but it hurt a thousand times more that he was oblivious to that fact. I couldn't even look at him, for even one glance at his bruised face and swollen eye will make me break down completely.
"Gee-" Frank started, but I cut him off.
"I knew they were going to get me back and I just pulled an innocent victim in to endure the pain that was meant for only me! They probably would have just left you alone if it weren't for me..." I could feel tears begining to form. I tried to fight them, but I knew they would come. Even though I had been crying almost non-stop for the last few days, it seemed I had a never ending supply, Hell I had tears to spare.
"Gera..." But I continued on, not letting Frankie get to say a single word in the conversation. His voice held understanding, but a bit of impatience rang in my name.
"I'm so soo soooooo s-sorry," I sobbed, " I-I didn't want y-you to have to-"
"Gerard!" Frank was right in front of me now, holding my wrists so I wouldn't be able to hide my face any longer. He forced my eyes to connect with his and I quieted my trembling pule. "Don't beat yourself up... It wasn't your fault. I don't blame you and don't ever say you deserved that beating! I may not know you that well yet, but I know for a fact that you are way better than those low-life bastards from earlier," He cooed, "It will all be alright.. Just like Mac said, we will get them back, although I think they will be getting a fine punishment for their wrongs after the principle is done with them!" He chuckled mischievously, russet eyes glowing just from the thought. I loved how Frank could take something that was just so diabolical and twist it into something funny. "Feeling better?" He smiled when he noticed a small grin tugging at the edges of my lips. I nodded and wiped my tears.
He started to pull back and release my restrained wrists, but he stopped dead in his tracks. I looked at him puzzled and followed his gaze. His unsettled eyes rested upon my wrists, leaving my self inflicted cuts completely exposed. Shit! My hoodie's sleeve must have slipped as he tried to hold me down. Panic returned as I searched his face for a reaction. It was blank. He just was in utter shock. He let his jaw hang slack a bit as his perfect bottem lip began to tremble. He looked as if he was about to speak just when Mrs. Monroe rolled her chair into the room. I ripped my hand of Frankie's grasp and quickly pulled down my sleeves.
"Gerard, time to go. Your mother is here," she informed me looking rather uninterested in the whole situation and directing her attention to a health chart.
"Um... I-I gotta go," I said, jumping up. I left Frankie kneeling by the bed with eyes as big as a full moon. I just needed to get out of there so I limped as quick as I could to the front office.