The Boys In the Bands Ch. 3
Title: The Boys In The Bands - Ch. 3
Author: thefirstkilljoy
Pairing: Frank/Gerard Gerard/Himself Frank/Quinn, mentions of Frank with others. Bert/Gerard
Rating:NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Can love make it through confusion?
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to anything MCR or The Used. If I owned Frank Iero or Gerard Way this would be video. :P
Warnings: Sex, Language, and some slightly violent sex.
(WARNING: Sexual play, language, and boy on boy hotness is involved.)
Gerard went to Frank's house. Driving like a mad man as he went. He was in denial. He was telling himself Frank was fine but as he reached Frank's house he knew it wasn't true. The door was open…he went through it and slowly walked through the house…following the trail of water and blood up the stairs to the bathroom. He leaned against the door frame and tried to hold himself up as he let out a sob at the sight of the room. There was bloody water in the tub, dripping down the side, on the floor. Gerard couldn't help himself and he felt the bile burn at the back of his throat as he retched on the floor. He gasped and whimpered as he slid down the door frame, looking at the scene before him. He could see slightly muddy foot prints from where Mikey had walked across the damp floor. He sat in the doorway leaning against the frame, breathing.
After he somewhat recouped from the mess he pulled himself up and walked down the stairs. Still in a daze, in disbelief. Frank was fine in his mind, just had a bad cut that he had gotten from something. He stumbled out to his car and got in. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he whirled back into the road and took off, his tires screeching as he sped toward the hospital. He found an empty parking space and pulled in diagonally. He got out of his car and ran up and through the emergency entrance. He saw Ray's bushy curls first and walked over at a fast space. He was about to demand they stop this foolishness because Frank was fine when he saw Mikey. Mikey was curled into a ball in his seat, his face in his hands, blood caking his entire torso and down his legs. Mikey was sobbing loudly as Ray's hand ran up and down his back, doing his best to comfort the smaller boy. Gerard knelt down in front of Mikey and Ray slightly pulled away so Gerard could get to him closely.
Gerard's hands went to either side of his brothers face, he gently shook Mikey's head to get his attention. Mikey sniffled, his eyes red and bloodshot, his face pale and pasty from his tears and the occurrences of the night. "Mikey," he shook him again as he started to looked away. His eyes water and his bottom lip stuck out.
He couldn't look at his brother, the man who was shaking him. He didn't have the heart. He knew what this would do to Gerard, it had ripped him to shreds and even though it filled him with guilt at this moment, he knew Gerard had the closest relationship with Frank. He felt like he had to explain himself. He didn't want his older brother blaming him. "Gerard I tried-." he couldn't word anything, his mind was all over the place and he wasn't making any sense, "He was just lying there…his body was so limp…h-he was so pale. Gerard there was so much blood. I did everything I could, I did everything I could." With this Mikey bent forward, his hand that had been balled up resting on his cheek went to his hair and he rested the clenched fist there. Mikey sobbed and used both fists to pound at the back of his head.
Gerard just looked at Ray who also had trails of tears down his own face. Gerard was trying to keep his head straight, "Where's Bob?" Bob was always good at keeping his head…But Gerard knew how Bob took care of Frank. Frank was like Bob's little brother. Bob took care of Frank when they toured and it was just a joy to see them together. Frank always hopping on Bob's back and being carried around backstage but since the tour had ended, Bob, usually went back to Chicago.
"We tried to call him. His phones going to voicemail… We left him a couple voicemails, we didn't tell him what happened to…We just told him to call us," Ray explained as he went back to rubbing Mikey's back and shushing him.
They all sat there for what seemed like hours…Time slowly ticking by…The clock's quiet ticking was now loud in the room as Gerard stared at the second hand click every second that passed. He was numb, quiet. He hadn't shed a tear since he saw the bathroom at Frank's house and he could still taste the acid flavor on his tongue from his vomit. He got up and walked down the hall, getting himself a coffee. Mikey was curled up on Ray's lap fast asleep. The poor kid worn from all the antics and emotional tolls of the night.
Gerard sat back down and sipped his coffee that came from a vending machine. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his long fingers. He stretched his aching back as he saw Ray's head sink down against Mikey's head and not soon after Ray fell asleep, leaving Gerard alone in the waiting room. The only one left awake. He leaned back in his seat and looked at the ceiling, the clicking from the clock filling his ears again. Every strum seeming to envelope his ears with an aching, sharp pain. Eventually he heard foot steps and saw a doctor come out and say, "Frank Iero?" Gerard stood and slowly walked over to the doctor who held the clipboard and had only been holding Frank's fate moments ago. He found himself in front of the man and he breathed out as he tried to push down the feeling of retching again.
"I'm Gerard. His best friend, band mate. His mother passed away a year ago and his dad's never really been in the picture. I'm his 'in case of emergency' contact, you can look. He's not married and he lives alone. We're," he motioned to a sleeping Mikey and Ray, "We're all he's got." After he said this, Gerard's mind ran over what he had just uttered. Frank's parents were gone… Frank's grandparents had died not to long after his mother, Gerard remembered how hard Frank had taken it and now realized that was when Frank kicked into overdrive. When he started bringing random people back to the bus, to his hotel room, on regular bases. When he could no longer sleep alone, no matter what. Gerard thought over the last couple months… No one had been with Frank… No one. Frank had spent so much time alone, without sleep, without a companion to talk to. He looked up at the doctor as tears formed in his eyes. He silently prayed to a God he usually never consulted. He begged, pleaded. That if God could do anything, Frank would be okay and Gerard could make up for his mistakes over the last few months. Being so absorbed by his own happy life… He had left Frank alone in his miserable one, where he was forced to be swallowed. His mind went back to a couple of days ago when Frank had called him:
Bert sitting on the counter as Gerard stirred sauce for their supper, rigatoni. They had been talking about moving in together when the phone had rung. Gerard walked over and pulled it off the base, "Hello?"
Frank's voice had come through shaky and weak, "Gee?" His voice brightened slightly and he tried to hide his misery.
"Yeah," he smiled at Bert not really paying attention to the call, "Who's this?"
Frank's voice fell, "It's Frankie."
"Oh! Yeah, hey man. How've you been?" Gerard didn't really listen though, Bert walked over and started gently kissing and biting at his neck. Gerard had leaned against the wall, giving his full attention to Bert. Only hearing Frank say, "I'm just scared Gee… I don't feel like myself and-" Gerard hadn't really been listening to his words and interrupted, "Yeah hey listen. That's great."
"You're not even listening to me, are you," Frank asked sadly?
"Yeah… Yeah I got every word," Bert started to unzip Gerard's pants, "Hey Frank can I call you back in a little bit?"
"Uh sure. When," he sniffled but Gerard didn't notice.
"Yeah… Sound great Frank. I got to go," with that he hung up the phone. Gerard never called Frank back and two days later… Gerard was now standing in the hospital waiting room.
The doctor cleared his throat, "Mr. Iero lost a massive amount of blood and his body is very weak. He's alive but he's not fighting, it might just be his body. He normally has a weak body his chart says. Some sort of sickness and um… His body has been pumped with drugs for months. At least his blood work says so." He looked up at Gerard.
Gerard blinked, trying to take in what the man had just said. "Ex-Excuse me? Drugs?" Gerard was in disbelief.
"Yes… Many. But," the doctor pat his shoulder, "as his best friend you would know that wouldn't you." The doctor walked off. Gerard stood in shock. Frank had gotten so bad he resorted to drugs and none of them…not one had noticed.
He asked the nurse at the desk which room Frank was in an once she told him he followed the identical halls to the room. He slowly entered and bit his bottom lip as he saw Frank connected to so many machines. His chest rising and falling, but only because of a tube that made it so. Gerard shakily fell into the chair beside his bed and took the inked hand in his. He pet it gently as tears blurred his vision, "We'll be okay Frank. It's all going to be okay. You're going to wake up soon and we will work through all of this." His sobs grew louder and harder. He went to his anger, upset at his tears, never feeling like crying was something he should do. He only got angry when tears would creep through his eyes. He gripped the young mans hand, "You listen to me. You're waking up. If you don't I will hate you forever. You're going to get better and things will go back to the way they always were. You'll be okay and you'll go back to," his voice broke at this point and his anger fell into its dark cave. "You'll go back to smiling like you always do and-and you'll come hang with me and you can sleep in my bed with me and it'll all be okay." "It'll all be okay," he quietly repeated.
As he looked over Frank's body he realized the damage that had been there for months before any of this had even happened. The marks on his arms that were from a needle, hidden in the inked art. The bags around Frank's eyes, the pasty skin. Lack of color, almost gray, skinny, sickly skinny. His normally pudgy stomach and cheeks were now thin and you could see the bones in his body. Gerard saw the marks on Frank's upper shoulder, the gashes and the scars. He rubbed his eyes as they ran to the bandages from Frank's recent suicide attempt. He held Frank's hand and cried it out. Telling himself that when Frank woke up he would do anything to make Frank better.
After not to long he had an idea. He knew Frank always slept and rested better with someone there. He carefully moved Frank's wires and tubes to a safe place and squeezed himself in beside the smaller man. He wrapped his arm around Frank's middle. He quietly sniffled and looked at the profile of Frank's face, "You get your rest and I'll be right here with you." He soon passed out from the surge of emotions and laid with Frank for the night. Vowing to himself, he wouldn't leave the room until Frank was awake and better again.