He is bleeding badly from the back of his thigh. He had landed hard on top of the glass bottle that he had been drinking Jack-D from, the broken glass cutting his flesh.
“Oh, Gerard, really? Drinking in the shower?” Mikey mumbles rhetorically.
“It’s my fault, Mikey, it’s my fau...” Frank’s voice breaks. He tries to wipe a tear away before Mikey could see it, but it was too late. Mikey puts a hand on Frank’s shoulder, patting it lightly.
“We’ve gotta get him out of here. Come on. Let’s see if we can get him to the bed.” Mikey suggests. “You grab his feet; I’ll get under his arms.” This time it was more of an order. “And be careful of the glass.”
Mikey reaches down to wrap his arms around Gerard, hesitating slightly at the up close sight of his brother lying naked. He grabs a towel and covers Gerard’s body with it, trying to convince himself it is to offer Gerard some modesty. He bends back down and wraps his arms around Gerard’s torso. Carefully, he lifts him straight up out of the glass. Once cleared, Frank grabs his legs near his knees. They maneuver slowly through the bathroom and past the door frame. After making it into the open space, they move more quickly towards the bed.
As they reach the bed, Frank’s small stature is struggling to carry the dead weight of Gerard’s wet body any longer, and Gerard's lower half slips from his grasp. Mikey, unable to compensate for the sudden addition of weight, loses his grip too. Gerard’s body lands heavily on the bed, causing the towel to shift off, but Gerard doesn’t stir.
“Dry ‘em off some and see if you can get some boxers or somethin’ on ‘em. I’m gonna grab a first aid kit from the bus.” Mikey directs Frank, looking away from his once again exposed brother’s body.
“See if Ray’s out there, too. The two of us can’t get him to bus by ourselves.” Frank says, never really taking his attention off Gerard’s face. Frank thinks Gerard looks peaceful, finally; his expression always seems to be hiding a tortured soul. At first, Frank assumes his memory is causing his eyes to recall pain in Gerard’s face.
“Help me...” Gerard mouths, his muscles tensing as he does.
“I’m here, G. I’m here.” Frank draws him closely to his chest, cuddling him as best he could. This is my fault. This is all my fault.
“I... it... pain...” Gerard whimpers, barely audible. A tear escapes from his eye, running down his bruised cheek. Frank remembers the glass. Gerard must still have some in his leg.
“Gerard, this might hurt a little more, but it’s gonna make it better,” Frank tries to calm him, moving towards his thigh. He rolls Gerard slightly to get a better look. Right in the middle of the largest cut, Frank could see a small piece of glass.
He knows pulling it out is the best thing to do, but he also knows it’s going to hurt like hell. In his condition, Frank figures there’s no need to warn him what he’s about to do. He isn’t really coherent enough to understand. Frank draws in a deep breath, holding it in as he places one hand on his thigh to hold him still and the other trembling hand reaches for the piece of glass.
“AAahhh,” Gerard screams. Frank feels his heart stop in his throat, but knows he has to get it. He digs a little deeper, making Gerard scream out in pain again. He feels the glass shard and holds on to it with all his strength. It cuts into his fingertips, but Frank doesn’t let go, pulling it gentle from its resting place in Gerard’s leg.
Frank lets go of Gerard’s leg, still holding the piece of glass between two blood covered fingers. He drops it on the nightstand and redirects his attention back to Gerard’s face. The peaceful look is beginning to settle back onto it, meaning he slipping back into his alcohol fueled sleep. Frank gently kisses Gerard’s face, as an apology for making him suffer. He collects the glass piece, dropping it in the wastebasket in the bathroom. He looks at Gerard’s blood on his fingers and begins washing it off.
Once most of it off, he wets a washcloth, grabs the clothes Gerard had apparently brought in with him earlier and walks back into the room with him. He cautiously washes the blood off his thigh, even though the cuts are still oozing a little blood. Frank figures Mikey and possibly Ray would be back soon, so he begins putting Gerard’s boxers on him. Over his feet and up his legs are fairly easy, but Frank struggles a bit over his hips. While some of the difficulty is from Gerard’s body being limp, he has to stop himself from admiring Gerard’s naked being, from allowing those sexual feelings to rise up in him again. Not now, he tells himself, just not right now.
Frank hears Mikey and Ray coming up the hall. They enter the room and Mikey tosses the first aid kit at Frank.
“Glad to see you got him covered. See what you can do about patching ‘em up so we can get ‘em dressed and onto the bus. He can sleep it off on the way home.” Mikey sounds a bit irritated. Ray and Frank exchange glances. Frank can see Ray knows everything. He quickly looks away and fumbles through the kit, managing to find some butterfly strips and rolled gauze.
“I need somebody to drive my car back. I did this; I’ll deal with it,” Frank says pathetically.
“I’ll do it,” Ray volunteers, glad to not have to be in the bus for the trip home.
“Thanks,” Franks answers back. He tapes down the gauze he had rolled around Gerard’s wounds. “Let’s get him dressed and moved.”
I struggled to get this chapter done. But here it is. I hope you enjoy it. I'll head to bed. huggles