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A week of hospital food, short conversations with Frank and luckily, no more death scares Frankie was allowed to come home with us.
“Hey Mikey!” Frank exclaimed, sitting on the edge of his hospital bed, still looking fragile and pale but he was getting better every day.
“Hey babe, you’re coming home today.” I greeted him, my grin just as face splitting as his was.
“I know Mikey…um, could you help me into my clothes? It hurts me still.” He asked shyly and I nodded, knowing that his stomach and chest must still hurt a hell of a lot since he’s been so sick.
“Sure baby.” I said and slipped the hospital gown off him, admiring his pale skin, now protruding ribs and hip bones and his fabulously artistic tattoos before getting back to the job in hand. I pulled the clothes that Gerard got for him last night off the chair and slipped the boxers up and over his legs, he hissed in pain as he jumped off the bed and I pulled them up over his hips.
“Sorry.” I mumbled.
“It’s okay Mikey, really.” He assures, leaning weakly on the side of the bed and holding my shoulders to keep himself up right. Poor Frank, he’s just still so weak. I pushed his arms above his head slightly as he winced from not moving much for a week and I pulled his shirt over his head as gently as I could before picking him up and putting him back on the bed and slipping the baggy grey sweat pants over his feet and up to his knees as he slid off the bed once more and I pulled them up, worried that Frank was sweating slightly from such little movement.
“Are you okay Frankie?” I asked, holding his waist gently to keep him up.
“I’m fine.” I murmured, standing on the balls of his feet to kiss me gently, his arms wrapping around my neck.
“Um, guys… are you finished yet?” Ray’s voice came from the door and I giggled as we pulled away.
“Yeah…for now.” Frankie said and winked at me, giving me a flash of the devilish smirk I love so much.
“Ew, he’s still sick Mikes.” Gerard said and I shrugged.
“Meh, he’s my little sick one.” I said and Frank pouted.
“Not little! Fun sized!” Frank argued and I sniggered.
“Of course.” I laughed and picked Frank up bridal style. “Home me thinks!” I exclaimed and walked out of the door.
“Why are you carrying me like this?” Frankie giggled and I shrugged, jolting him slightly.
“Frank Iero? In a wheel chair? Ha! Like that’s ever going to happen.” I snorted.
“True. Who’s driving home?” Frankie asked as the guys caught up with us and walked beside us.
“I am.” Bob said and Frankie cowered slightly.
“Can’t you let Ray drive?” He begged, frowning slightly.
“Hey! I can drive too!” Gerard said and Frank raised his eyebrow.
“Yeah, drive like an idiot! I don’t want to be in hospital again thanks, so Ray is driving. He’s the only one here other than Mikey and Brian that I trust with a car. That’s because Ray and Brian have their advanced test passes and Mikey still checks the mirror and signals before manoeuvring.” Frank pointed out.
“I do not!” I gasped in mock offence.
“You do.” Everyone said at exactly the same time which I find somewhat creepy.
“Okay, Ray’s driving.” I said and Bob scowled.
Frank nestled his head on my shoulder and sighed, inhaling my scent.
“I can’t wait to get home.” He mumbled and I hummed in agreement as we stepped out of the hospital, having gained more than a few strange looks from the patients, visitors and the people who work at the hospital.
“What is that?!” Gerard asked, pointing to the bright ping VW beetle that Ray was standing by.
“My new car.” Ray said proudly and Gerard burst out laughing.
“Oh but there’s more.” Bob said smirking.
“What?” Gerard laughed.
“He’s called it Sheila.” Brian said at the same time as Bob and Frank burst out laughing.
“OW!” He yelled, turning a pale colour and clutching his stomach.
“Are you okay?” I asked, worried and Frank nodded, biting his lip.
“I think we better get him home.” Brian said and we bundled into the small car, Frank lying across mine, Gerard’s and Bobs laps in the back seat as Brian rode shotgun and Ray drove- much to Frank’s relief.
“Who’s got Frank’s pills?” I asked, wondering to their whereabouts.
“I have.” Gerard said and Frank lifted his head off my lap to look at him.
“You better not have had any, this thing hurts and I need those.” Frank mumbled and Gerard frowned at him.
“Frank! I wouldn’t do that!” Gerard said, looking quite hurt by what Frank had said, though he didn’t mean it.
“Sorry Gee, I didn’t mean it how it sounded.” Frank apologized, searching for Gerard’s hand and squeezing it apologetically.
“It’s okay.” Gerard assured, letting go of Frank’s hand as I took it in my own.
“What the hell am I meant to do for the next, what, two months?” He sighed and I wrinkled my nose.
“It’s four months.” I whispered and Frank groaned, turning his head and burying it my crotch as he did so, making me jump and yelp slightly. “He he, sorry Mikes.” Frank snickered, turning his head to look up at me.
“Oh believe me Iero, when you get better you will be sorry.” I said sternly and Frankie gave a near seductive smirk.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asked cheekily and I flipped him off.
“Get your mind out of the gutter Frank.” Gerard snickered and Frank giggled, wincing at the pain it caused his still fragile stomach.
“Shut up Gee.” Frank murmured as his eyes slid shut, him falling asleep with his head on my lap and his hand in mine.
“ We’re home.” Ray said and slid out of the car with Brian as Gee and Bob slid out from beside me and I scooped Frank up in my arms again and carried him up the porch to the front door that Gerard pushed open to find our Mom waiting in the kitchen.
“Hey Mom.” I whispered, looking down at Frank so she knows why I’m whispering.
“Do you want him to sleep in your room and you on the couch or something? Or is he sleeping with Gerard? I think Bob and Ray’s room is too far away from the bathroom for him.” She said and Frankie stirred.
“M-Mikey?” He asked, not opening his eyes.
“Yeah, what is it?” I asked quietly, not wanting to alarm him or give him a headache.
“My stomach hurts.” He groaned and I frowned.
“Did you take your pills this morning?” I asked, for some reason, in an Irish accent.
“I-I’m not sure… am I imagining things or did you say that in an Irish accent?” He asked, opening his eyes slightly.
“Um, yeah I did. I think I better get you to bed.” I said and he nodded, closing his eyes again.
“As long as you stay with me.” Frank whimpered, “I don’t want to be alone.”
“Of course.” I said as Frank nestled into my neck again, my skinny arms aching slightly from holding him for so long.
“Night Mom, night guys.” I said and they said their good nights back.
“Night Donna, night guys. Gee, give me my damn pills would you?” Frank asked and Gee nodded as realisation swept his pale features and he dumped a bag full of pills onto Frank who groaned in pain at the contact.
“Sorry.” Gerard said sheepishly.
“Whatever.” Frank grumbled, his voice sounding pained as he clutched me tighter. “I’m gonna be sick.”
“Oh God!” I ran downstairs to Gerard’s bathroom and practically threw Frank on the floor in front of the toilet as his knees made a loud thump when they hit the tiled floor. He grabbed the sides of the toilet bowl and retched, his stomach visibly contracting and heaving through his clothes as he spewed, shaking as tears poured down his face. I slid down next to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, encouraging him to get it out of his system and put my head on his shoulder, holding his fringe out of his face just like I used to do with Gerard when he was drunk and when me and Frank were kids and he got sick. I could feel Frank’s heart thumping away wildly and I knew he was panicking, he always did and he couldn’t help it, he has some sort of fear of suffocating because he can’t breathe when he’s vomiting which just makes him cry harder.
“Ssh, baby, it’s okay, it’s okay.” I soothed as he retched again bringing up nothing but bile seen as he’s been on a damn drip for a week. He groaned and slumped back into my embrace, his skin glistening softly with a thin layer of cold sweat.
“Thank you Mikey, I love you.” He mumbled, turning himself round and wrapping his legs around my waist, sitting on my knees with his face buried into my shoulder and neck.
“I love you too, Frankie. Do you want to go to bed now?” I asked and he nodded weakly. “Can you walk?” I asked and he snorted.
“Mikes, I’ve got a dickey stomach, I’m not a cripple.” He laughed a little, wincing as it hurt but he stood, wobbly on his legs, and flushed the toilet. I walked beside him but after two steps he collapsed onto the floor, groaning and frustrated that he can’t even walk properly.
“Hey, it’s okay you just need to get your strength back up and get used to using your legs again.” I said, crouching down and lifting him up again.
“What do you think I was trying to do?” Frank snapped and I bit my lip apologetically, this must be really hard for someone as usually hyper as Frankie. “Sorry, that was harsh, I didn’t mean to snap. This is just annoying.” He sighed, resting his head on my shoulder as I picked up the bag of pills and walked upstairs again.
“I know, babe, I know.” I said, pecking his lips slightly and smiling softly at him before we entered the kitchen again.
“Are you okay? We could hear you from up here man.” Ray said, concern tinting his features and glinting in his chocolate brown eyes.
“I’m fine Ray man.” Frank assured and Gerard sniffed slightly.
“You smell of sick.” Gee pointed out. Way to state the damn obvious!
“No shit Sherlock.” Frank pouted.
“Do you two want to have my room or something? I mean, it’s got a double bed and a bathroom.” He suggested kindly.
“You sure bro?” I asked.
“Of course!” He replied, rolling his eyes like I just asked if the moon was really made of blue cheese.
“I have an idea.” Frank said and I looked down at him.
“Whoa! Be careful, don’t have too many of them in a day dude, they hurt!” Bob said, a look of mock shock and concern plastered on his face.
“Sleep over in Gee’s room!” Frank almost yelled.
“Hell yeah!” Everyone shouted, grabbing food from the cupboards and walking down stairs to Gerard’s room where a pile of our favourite movies were waiting. Hell, this is going to be fun!




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