I'll Be Your Gerard If You'll Be My Frank

He Never Eats

{Frank's POV}

I leant back against the hospital window while Mrs Way fussed over her son.

The expression on Gerard's face was priceless.

"Honestly, Mom," He sighed, "I'm fine! Just... Go and sit down will you?"

Mrs Way sighed and sat back down on the chair next to the bed.

The Doctor was here and was about to tell us what was wrong with Gee.

"Are you sure you want to be here, Frank?" Mrs Way looked over at me.

I glanced at Gerard.

He had a pleading look in his eyes.

Earlier, he had made me promise not to leave his side.

I wasn't really planning on leaving anyway.

"I'm sure," I nodded.

Mrs Way half smiled before looking at the Doctor.

The Doctor smiled, looked through Gerard's file and started, "Well. I believe I know what caused you to faint, Gerard."

"What was it?" Mrs Way was on the edge of her seat.

"I guess I'll just get straight to the point... I'm not sure how to put this lightly but Gerard is severely undernourished. His body is getting no nutriments of any kind."

Gerard shrunk down in his hospital bed.

Mrs Way was too stunned to say anything.

I had kind of expected it.

I knew it was something along those lines.

"When was the last time you ate something, Gerard?" The Doctor asked.

"Um..." Gerard bit his lip.

Mrs Way looked at her son, "I make him three meals a day every day. He can't be undernourished. It's not possible."

"Nevertheless," The Doctor continued, "He is. Do you actually eat any of these meals?"

"Of course he does!" Mrs Way answered for him.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"The food's always gone when I collect his plate," Mrs Way was confused.

Poor woman.

She honestly had no idea.

I decided to clear it up since Gerard didn't seem so keen on talking.

"He throws it away," I said quietly.

All three of them looked at me.

"What?" Mrs Way frowned.

She looked at her son, "Do you?"

"I uh..." Gerard gulped.

"Well, that would make sense," The Doctor wrote something down.

"I'm going to ask you again; when was the last time you ate something?" She asked sternly.

"I ate this morning," Gerard replied in a small voice.

"But you didn't keep it down," I spoke up again.

He looked at me.

He was hurt, I could see it in his eyes.

I had to say something though.

I wanted Gerard to get better even if it meant him hating me.

"He purged it."