growing up (frerard)

chapter three

Jamias pov

I watch the firetruck red hair dissaper into the fog along with any chance of ever having frank again. I stand amas the destruction my eyes searching for those deep brown eyes, that black hair, those tatoos.

I see the rubble fall before I hear his scream.

Franks pov

I can balance only because of gees fingers clutching mine. I can hear him coughing and hacking as the smoke hits his lungs.  He cries out and lets go of my hand, falling down to his knees where he continues to choke. With my sense of balance lost I fall back, straight under the shower of rubble that falls ontop of me.

***

I dont know much.

I know my arm hurts

I know im in a hospital because of the insessent beeping

I know something very bad happned

***

Around three days later I pull open my eyes and find myself looking at a pale blue wall. Im not dead then. Im in a private room, my only company a newspaper thats has a picture of the twin towers exploding on it.. must be a new film or something. 

Thats when the door opens and a man walks in. Hes wearing a misfits tee and skinnies, his pale face showing dark circles from atleast a week of no sleep. He has unwashed bright red hair pushed back over his head. Hes looking down into two cups of coffee.

"Im back frankie. I know you cant hear me because your practically dead but as always I brought you a coffee. Just in case..." the man trails off, a tear falling down his cheeck and into one of the cups. He must be visiting someone else called frank. Poor guy he looks distraught.

"Sorry mate I think you got the wrong room I dont know who you are" my voicr is quiet due to unuse. But as soon as he hears it he looks up, his mouth opening and the coffes dropping out of his shaking hands.

"F F Frank?" He whimpers. Jeez this guys upset.

"My name is frank but Im not the frank your looking for"

"Frank stop please youve killed me for the past three months this isnt funny" now hes full on crying

"Look I can help you find the person your lookinh for.. oh the nurse is outside" he puts his hands on my shoulders and I jump, shuffling back. "Please dont touch me... "

"Frank stop please its not funny" he tries to pull me in for a hug and I push him away. He runs out the room sobbing. The nurse comes in and helps me back into bed.

"Its always hard when someone you love comes out of a coma" she says softly, sitting in the chair by my bed.

"What?"

"Well he is your husband and you were in a coma for a little over three months" she smiles and pours herself a glass of water with a jug on the nightstand.

"Ive never seen that man before in my life" i almost shout then remember im in a hospital and keep my voice down. She  frowns a little and sighs, pulling herself out of the plastic chair. And walking out of my room.  At the last minute she turns around.

"Im going to get the psychiatrist.  Hes free for half of the day today so hell be with you soon."