The Blind Artist (Frerard MCR Fanfic)

Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

*Frank’s P.O.V*

In the days that followed I always waited until Gerard had settled back in his bed after a nightmare, before drifting off to sleep but jumping awake every now and then. He had told me to bring over the desk chair that first night so I could sit to the side of his bed, stating once he had fallen asleep I could go.

Being in someone’s room opens you up a little into their mind, especially one like Gerard’s, it wasn’t a room it was more like a dungeon. The walls painted a dark red were covered in black drapery and odd bits of paper scattered everywhere- the detail on them lost in the dark. The desk opposite the bed was coated in art supplies and had a raised platform with a thick black book pressed on the top. Most of the paper around the room, that wasn’t coating the walls, were scrunched up and mauled with frustration. His bed had a black net over the top much like a princess would in a girls bedroom, yet it was gothic and raised over the bed that swallowed him up almost whole. Gerard himself looked small and docile, his head resting on a pink pillow and his black mass of hair swept across his face, his eyelashes so thick and pure black they looked like little bats wings nestled against this high cheek bones.

In some ways I was scared to leave him, when I did leave I lay awake with questions circling in my head over and over again like; what if he woke up after nightmare and I wasn’t there? What if he thinks me leaving is because I don’t care? It’s my job right? What hadn’t noticed he was having nightmares? Ones obviously involving his eyes in order for him to be scratching at them so viciously. I knew when I signed up for being a nurse in care I would deal with everyone and anyone, I knew being in this job though it would be different especially once I found out Gerard was blind. Because I had no other clue about him- I had no medical folder or records to go over and no chart to fill in. If only I knew how I could help him.

I had made Gerard his favorite salad and chili tacos one night, he had eaten enough to feed a small family and it was slowly become my favorite just so I could watch him devour it all. And the fact I could touch him. I would lift his hand wrapped with mine over the taco and guide it into his mouth so he had the right angel and wouldn’t spill it everywhere; he would take a big crunchy bite and release a long tortured moan from between his lips as his licked at the salsa around his mouth with such a pink delicate tongue. It was worse when he would lick his fingers clean, he’d start from his thumb, trapping it in his mouth followed by this index finger; he’d do it almost as if he knew it made me flustered and on the last finger he would pause. Look up a little as if to check I was still watching, and lick with the fatness of his tongue. It was seductive and teasing, a slow and painful torture that made me want to curl up in a hole and have some ‘alone time’…. ‘Alone time’ with Gerard.

That was the night I heard him screaming, I ran into his room, skill dazed from my dream of Gerard doing way much more with his tongue. “Frank! Help me! No please! Stop!” he was crying out between every scream. It was like the first night, he was clawing at himself, his eyes the most but at anything he could grab onto; his pink pillow had a large rip down the middle and his bedding was in a tangle at his feet as he kicked and screamed.

“Gee. It’s me. I’m here. I’m not going to let them hurt you. It’s just a dream. I know it may be scary but when you wake up I will be here, I won’t let them hurt you.” I lightly restrain his wrists so I can move them out the way of his eyes and do the same action as before, I place my hands over his eyes and he automatically lays still. I crouch on the bed next to him, he’s shaking and my nerves are shot. It felt like seconds but I could tell from the scratches he had made on myself and on him that this had a long build it. I noticed a change in him, I noticed his increase of bumping into things and feeling disorientated; he hadn’t been like that before and I wondered if he had just been hiding it in the past. I wanted to ask him if he’s like to see his doctor, whose number I had on the fridge next to Mikey’s in case of an emergency.

“Frankie.” He whimpered and I knew he’d woken up, or at least become lucid. I could feel the tears against my palm, his shuddery breaths and hitches voice.

“It’s okay Gee, I’m here now. Go back to sleep.” I tell him as I lightly brush his hair away from his face as I move off the bed.

“No.” he snaps and with precision catches my hand. “Stay.” He says like a stroppy child yet with so much pain in his voice.

“I am, Gee, I’m going to sit in my chair.” I reassure him seeing the glistening of tears that run from behind his closed eyelids; at this point I don’t know if he’s sleep talking or really awake.

“Stay, in bed, with me.” he says softly and with a little tug my small body is pulled onto the bed. He moves over slightly still clutching my hand and I shift so I’m more comfortable and can get out easier when he’s asleep fully.

“Is that better?” I ask him softly. He nods, pulling the covers up around our half naked bodies, and snuggling his flushed cheek into my chest.

“Night Frankie.” He says innocently, his hot breath ghosting over the flesh of my pale chest, his hand resting in mine by my side.

“Goodnight Gee.” I whisper to him back in the darkness. My free hand stroking his hair lightly as I hum him off to sleep, he fits to my side so perfectly I’d forget he was there if it wasn’t for the warmth he provided.

“How could anyone hurt you? Who would ever want to harm someone so beautiful as you?” I whisper to him and to myself, he was handsome with the odd flaw yes, but what made him beautiful was his personality- his way with words and his innocence, his passion and his imperfections just made him Gerard.

“I will never let them hurt you, I promise.” I finally say, meaning every word; I would not let his fears and his ghouls haunt him for the rest of his life. I’m at peace for the first time in a long time as I snuggle down and kiss his forehead before sleep finally overtakes me.