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

Nervous

{Gerard's POV}

I'm not going to lie, I was nervous.

I hadn't seen anyone in two weeks.

I was scared they'd laugh at how fat I'd gotten.

Yes...

I was now fat.

It was horrible.

Jackie had taken me for my weekly weigh-in this morning.

I'm sad to say, I had put on nearly eleven pounds since I had been here.

That's nearly a stone!

What do they put in this food?

Jesus Christ.

Although I guess that was a good thing.

I had to put on weight to get out of here.

Jackie was pretty happy and said I could definitely have visitors now.

So I guess there was an upside to it.

But as I said, I was nervous.

I think I was most nervous to see Frank.

It was silly, I know, but...

What if...

What if he had met someone new while I was in here?

What if he had suddenly decided he didn't like me anyone?

What if he wanted to break up?!

What if-

"Are you okay?"

I looked up to see a girl standing next the table I was sat at.

I glanced around.

Oh.

I had forgotten I was in the community room.

This was where we were allowed to socialise between meal times if we wanted.

I never did though.

I had no one to talk to.

Archie had tried to involve me and get me talking to other people but I just wasn't up to it.

I was never in the mood to meet new people.

I just wanted to get this stupid treatment over and done with.

Who was this girl then?

I raised an eyebrow as I looked her over.

Wasn't she from my group therapy?

Yes.

She sat across from me.

I couldn't remember her name though.

"Uh yeah... I'm fine," I answered her question.

"You don't look fine," She frowned.

She pulled out the chair next to me.

"Is it okay if I sit here?"

"Um yeah sure."

She smiled before sitting next to me and frowning again.

"You kind of look like you were having a bit of a freakout," She said.

I just shook my head, "No, honestly, I'm fine."

She sighed.

"Such an over-used word."

"What?"