Frerard One-Shots #Wattys2016 [currently being edited]

Gerard's POV~ 21 years old

CREDIT TO LYNDEN 

It all happened so fast. One second, I was standing there, waiting for the bus.

A kid wandered by. His earbuds were planted firmly inside his ears as he crossed the street. His music must have been really loud, because he didn't hear the bus honk it's loud and vicious horn.

It must have been human instinct to save the short man with nice hair and smooth inked skin, because I jumped out and pushed him out of the way. Before anything else could happen, everything was dark.

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Everything was black. I couldn't see, but I could definitely hear. 

"When he wakes up, the trauma to his head will likely cause permanent blindness. He has a 10% chance of his eyesight returning. He'll need to go to physical therapy for a year", an authoritative voice said.

What the hell was going on?

"Oh God, this is all my fault", an unknown voice sobbed.

"It's okay sweetie. We're proud that our Gerard helped out someone in need", my mom's voice comforted the sobbing voice. 

"I-It'll be okay, Gerard. Everything will be okay", my little brother Mikey sobbed in my ear.

Why was everyone crying? What happened?

"He's going to be okay, right?" Mikey screamed.

"We're going to have to ask you to keep it down", the authoritative said. "He should awaken any time  now. Your brother is going to be okay".

Then I started to feel aware. Feeling came back and everything hurt. A warm hand was caressing mine. A storm brewed inside my head that hurt like hell. I was desperately craving coffee. I pried my eyes open and everything remained black.

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"Mom? Dad? Mikey?" I started to panic and shot my arms out, looking for them. "Where are you guys?"

Tears stung my eyes as I realized that the doctor was talking about me. My hand slapped someone. An unfamiliar voice exclaimed, "Ow!".

"Sweetie, Gerard", my mom began to cry.

I shut my eyes and dropped my head... Everything was dark.

There was no light.

3 years later :

Frank had stepped up to assist me in leaving, considering that I was deathly allergic to the only dog breed on hand to help me out the time. They had one a couple of months ago, but Frank had grown on me.

I wasn't angry at Frank. I had done this to myself. 

If I can be completely honest, I don't remember what his face even looked like...

But I had the hugest crush ever on him. 

Maybe it was the way his cold marble hands felt when he was guiding me across the street on a chilly fall day. Maybe it was the way his sweet breath smelt when he was very close to my face, brushing my hair for me. Maybe it was the way his leg accidentally tapped mine when we sat and he was typing a document for me. 

One particular night was miraculous. It played out like this about 2 years ago:

"Hey Gerard, do you want me to make you some coffee or something?" Frank stuttered.