a couple days later
"what the fuck? jordan's in the hospital?" symere jumped up from his seat.
"you didn't heard? he did a suicide attempt at frank's home a few days ago. frank thought he was going to take a shower."
"i didn't hear...i wonder why." he frowned.
rakim side-eyed the phone as he connected everything together. he didn't speak on it though; keeping his mouth closed.
"anyways, do you wanna meet up for brunch on saturday?" rakim asked the zoned out man.
"uh yeah, we can let me call you right back? you know what hospital he's at?"
"yeah, Miracle Memorial Hospital."
"thanks..." symere hanged up the phone to pick up his shirt.
"where you going babe?" jeffery said with a bag of chips in his hand.
"jordan did a suicide attempt at frank's house a few days ago and nobody told me."
jeffery eyes widen, "wait pause..." he let stop his hand.
"that's what i'm saying." symere took the keys to the Bentley truck, sliding on his slides.
"ah frankie!" jordan gasped before pouting, seeing frank has won the 8 ball game.
jordan used frank's hotspot to play since the hospital has very terrible internet.
frank laughed at his expressions, making his cheeks hurt after all the laughing. he liked this side of jordan where he's playful and can have fun.
"that's not funny, i could've won!" jordan tried to hold his laughter but he let it out as he tried to be serious.
"sorry, you could win the next one we play?" frank used the term to see the boy happy even more.
everyday frank brings food and some type of game they so jordan can get his physical strength and physical happiness back. so when he goes to the rehab center, he can have a mindset of what is going to happen later. just not now.
"yeah sure-" he got cut off by the nurse walking in.
"mr. carter? how you doing today?" the nurse, nurse demi asked him while walking in.
"doing better than the last two days." he nods.
"you know you can leave today right? you're off suicide watch yesterday and became eligible to leave yesterday." she told. "so you can leave anytime and i'll get your papers."
jordan smiled as he wanted to see for a very long time. "i didn't know, thank you though."
"no problem." she smiled, walking out the room.
jordan slid his body up a little, feeling the soreness on his torso has gone away almost. it's still here and there. he reached for the bag that frank brought yesterday, see all his clothes and accessories in there.
"i'm going to get dressed," jordan slowly got out the bed, holding on the supportive bars.
"okay, i'll be outside if you need help." frank said.
•••
"i'm so glad i'm out, i really want some Starbucks..." jordan walked to the car of course with the help of frank.
cameras were following them as they found the location of the famous frank ocean. frank can be really annoyed by them coming and following him—even if he just getting something from the bike store.
they are sickening.
"you want to get some?" frank asked, he doesn't want to starve him.
"yeah, i would like a mocha-"
"jordan!" a voice called out; he knew the voice from anywhere.
jordan turned, seeing symere coming from the other side of the parking lot.
"what do you want?" jordan said in a harsh tone; completely stopping in his tracks. he really didn't wanna see him ever again especially when he keeps throwing shit in people faces.
"i'm sorry what everything i said, i didn't know what you was completely going through." symere sadly said.
"save it. you had the chance to help me and i could've have too but we didn't. instead of doing that, you threw shit i already knew in my face, making me feel bad even more. i don't even know i'm talkin to you, you make me sick." jordan shake his head, continuing to walk with frank.
"but jord-"
"i think you should stop. he's just got out the hospital. i don't need him to go back," frank raised his voice.
symere bucked his head at the older, he's sticking for him? what a rare form of this man.
"frank? what's the sudden change? i thought you didn't care for him." symere tilted his head.
"see, he's starting shit!" jordan became upset, groaning at the statement.
"i never said that. just making shit up and for what? nothing. as you excuse us, we have places to be," frank said, opening the door for jordan.
symere was starstruck as he just got shut down. the first time in forever.
"symere's is fucking bipolar. he's needs to get that shit check the fuck out." frank handed him the cold brewed mocha with 2 donuts.
"he has the audacity to come to the hospital and tried to talk shit before apologizing." he scoffed; reflecting on everything that has happened.
"it was always like that in our relationship. i just forgave him because i had no where to go..." jordan shrugged, feeling the soft fabric on his sweatpants.
"you know that's toxic right? you put—well, y'all both are put each other that toxic situation." he took a swallow of his iced coffee.
"well in my situation, i couldn't do anything really." jordan explained, "what would you do in my situation?"
"i'll try to make plans before hopping onto something. patience first jordan," he advised him.
"i could never do that." jordan laughed, drinking some his mocha down.
"i can tell. you couldn't wait to get out, be a free man."
jordan nodded, looking in frank's beautiful brown eyes. since the sun was moving, it landed on frank's eyes as it shined.
as the car got quiet, they both looked at
each other, feeling like the earth stopped for them. the younger licked his lips as he looked at the olders. it was plumped with a medium to bright pink color.
for frank, he created butterflies in his stomach as he looked at the pretty boy.
"let's get home, we'll talk about what we going to do for you." jordan nodded, removing his eyes off him.
