Give Them Blood, Blood, Gallons of the Stuff

~Frank's POV~

Glancing up at Gerard, I get the will power to run even faster. His leg extends out and he shakes just a bit. I launch myself towards his body, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"I... I love you too, Gerard."

~Gerard's POV~

"Hell, fucking hell," I whisper, my heart rate lowering and the tears pouring. Frank, who still has his arms wrapped around me is also crying. "I love you too, Gerard." Is that what he just said?

My hands fumble around my face, when I finally reach the noose that's around my neck, I gingerly loosen it over my head.

"Come on buddy, it's gonna be alright," he says, helping me move so that I'm sitting on the stool. He spreads my legs and puts both his hands on my waist. Frank pulls our bodies close together and obviously doesn't wan to let go anytime soon. I feel his hot breath on my neck,

"I love you too, Gerard," he repeats, clarifying that I did hear him correctly. He kisses my tear stained cheek and then softly kisses all the way up my jaw until he reaches my lips. Then he kisses me, he kisses me for the first time. And let me just say that I kiss him back. His lips are warm except for that one little spot where his lip ring is. I bring my hand up to his face, accidently smearing blood on his cheek. Fuck, that ruined the moment. I can tell that he noticed because his lips pull away from mine and he opens his eyes. He kisses me on the forehead and whispers,

"Hey, let's get outta here."

And with that, I jump down from the stool and intertwine my bloody fingers with his. He's still shaking and his hands are sweaty, but hell, mine are bloody so I guess that's okay. Haha, who am I kidding? Nothing's okay. But now that Frank's here I guess I am okay.

"Look at your arm Gee, you're not okay, we need to get you to the hospital before you bleed out," Frankie states, clearly concerned.

"No, I'm fine," I tell him. Damn, I can't even feel it anymore. My whole left side is practically numb. Now that I take a second glance, the cuts do seem pretty lethal.

"No, you're not okay Gerard," Frank cuts into my thoughts.

We're walking out of the school, leaving behind the stool and the person-less noose that's hanging from the ceiling. but just as we get outside, I grab Frank's other wrist and look him dead in the eye.

"You really need to listen to me, because I'm telling you the truth, I mean this, I'm okay."

"Trust me," he abruptly says pushing me back a little. "But if you don't wanna go to the ER then we can just bandage you up at home. Plus you need a shower, bad, I mean you stink boy."

Okay, okay. That made me giggle a little.

"Sure babe," I whisper.

~Frank's POV~

Finally, I have him back.