My One And Only ~FRERARD~ (boyxboy)

Chapter 27 ~ Take me from the hospital bed

**Frank's POV**
I woke up in the same position that I fell asleep in. I looked out the window to see that it was raining. I sigh and wiggle around to press as close to Gerard as I can. ((QUICK AN: Does anyone else do this when cuddling or hugging? Try to press as close to the person as possible?)) He responds by holding me tighter. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck, but I like it. Normally I wouldn't enjoy it, but when it's with Gee, it's just so much better. I hear him mumble a soft "I love you."

"I love you, too, Gee." I reply as he buries his face into my neck. He pulls me as close as he can, kind of pressing on my stomach at the same time.

"I love you so much more than you could ever imagine, Frankie. I'm just so glad and amazed that I can call you mine. You're funny and you're sweet and you're so handsome and I-" He cuts himself off, voice cracking. "You're just so perfect in every way and I can't believe you're mine." He finishes, and I begin to feel something wet on my neck.

"Gee, a- are you... Crying?" I ask him, shocked.

He sits up, rubbing his eyes. "N- No. I'm- I'm fine. I- It's just..." He sighs before continuing. "I just love you so much." He says, smiling at me through red, puffy eyes.

I chuckle lightly while shaking my head at him. "Gerard, this happens all the time. We'll be cuddling or just doing something intimate and then you just start overthinking everything that's happening and you end up crying." I tell him, moving my hand up to tuck a stray hair behind his ear.

A small giggle escapes his lips as his nose crinkles slightly. "You know I can't help it, Frankie." He says, cutely.

**Gerard's POV**
Frank sighs and relaxes his shoulders as he looks me in the eye and then his eyes flicker down to my lips. And then to my eyes again. And then back down to my lips. He continues this about three more times before raising his hand slowly to rest on the back of my neck. His lips part slightly and I see a small flame of lust ignite in his eyes. He continues doing the eye to lip thing (what an awkward name for it) until I close the space between us myself.

Frank moves his other hand around to the back of my neck, interlocking it with his other hand as he kisses me back. We kind of just held our lips together passionately for maybe like eight seconds before I heard the door open. We both break away from eachother quickly and look at the nurse in shock, both of us blushing furiously.

"Woah, sorry, guys. Didn't mean to interrupt anything. I'm just coming in to see how you're doing, Frank." The nurse says as he enters the room, looking at his clip board and clicking his pen a couple times.

Frank stutters nervously, trying to find the words to use. "I- Wh- Hu- What do you need to know?"

"I just needed to ask you a few questions about how you're feeling and stuff." He says.

This nurse appeared to be very young. Maybe around the age of 24. 28 tops. He seemed really laid back, too. He had tan skin -tanner than Pete's-, he had a large tattoo in black ink on his shoulder that peeked out from underneath his dark green scrub top. I think he's pretty good-looking. But Frank is better.

"So, have you been sick to your stomach at all lately?" He asks, looking at Frank.

"Uhh... Not really..." He answers shyly.

"Alright, Frank. We'll just need to give you a couple shots and then you'll be free to go tomorrow." The nurse smiles warmly at my boyfriend. As cool as I think this guy is, I feel much more judgemental over him now.

"Okay." Frank says calmly.

I watch as the man stands up out of his chair and walks towards the cabinets by the sink. I discretely scoot closer to Frank and take his hand in mine. The nurse comes back with three different syringes, all of different shapes and sizes. He sits down in a chair and scoots it closer the bed, preparing the needles that I was so terrified of. I watch as he gently grabs Frankie's arm, looking back up at him.

"Are you ready, Frank?" He asks, kindly. I can't help but feel a burning hate toawrds this man now. For one, I am envious of him and I wish he would get away from Frank, and two, I really don't want him to stick big needles in his arm.

"Yeah, I'm there." He answers casually to the nurse. I tighten my grip on Frank's hand and he squeezes back.

I stare in shock, mouth agape as the nurse jabs one of the needles into Frank's arm, making him wince as he injects the unknown liquid into his pale flesh painfully slowly.

"Sorry to say this, but you're bad at giving shots." I blurt out.

"What?" The nurse asks cluelessly once he finishes the first shot.

"If you do it slowly, it makes it hurt more. My mom told me about it. I would do it myself to save you the embarrassment, but I am too terrified of needles to even touch a syringe." I tell him. I wonder if those were even good words to use, or if I really sounded like an idiot.

"I'm sorry, but I'm the only one here with real medical expirience!" The nurse replies sassily.

"Sorry, but my mom has been a nurse for twenty years, thank you very much." I say even more sassily.

"I don't have time for people like you. You should leave." He says, angrily.

"No, I'm staying here." I tell him.

"You guys should really stop fighting so we can all get this over with." Frank quietly shoves in, playing with his hands a little. Both me and the nurse groan before looking away from eachother.

The nurse finishes the shots, doing the last one extra slowly. Most likely to annoy me even more. It hurt just to watch Frank be injected with the transparent liquid in general. Not just because it was being done so slowly. I glared at the nurse hatefully as he left and then, once he was out the door, I turned back to Frank.

"How does your arm feel?" I ask, giving him a sad smile.

"It hurts really bad." Frank answers, rubbing his arm up and down.

"It's his fault for doing it so slowly. Move your arms every few minutes and the aching will go down within a day or two. If he had just done it faster it wouldn't have hurt at all and, after a couple hours of moving your arm around, it would be fine." I tell him.

"For someone who's afraid of needles, you're pretty educated on this." Frank says, smiling to himself.

"Well I've had my fair share of shots." I answer and put my arm around him, kissing him on the cheek.

AN: Yayyyyy update! I don't really have anything to say for this one except that I know the stuff about shots because of the reason I put for Gerard; That my mom has been a nurse for 20+ years and she told me about it. She's really good with shots, too. They never hurt. At the beginning of this school year she gave me the required shots for school. That's all. Vote if you enjoyed and I'll see you next week!