This story is gonna be starting kinda slow, but it will get more interesting, I promise!
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Gerard's POV:
I stand up from my seat and stretch my legs out, I've been sitting there for hours, only getting up when absolutely necessary. I pick up my phone and check the time, six-fifteen. It took me forty-five minutes to word that letter the way I wanted.
I walk closer to Frank's bed, taking his hand yet again. I squeeze it, wishing with everything I have that he would squeeze mine back. I would give anything for him to wake up, and that's no lie.
I watch his face, his hand, feeling disappointed when he doesn't show any signs of consciousness. "I love you, Frankie." I picture him waking up right then, looking right at me and smiling the best he can, whispering "I love you, too." The thought, although pleasing, puts me to tears. I'm starting to become desperate with it all and it hasn't even been a week. "Please wake up, please wake up," I whisper airily, releasing his hand to cup his face. "I miss you, baby." I press a light kiss to his lips and back away, wiping my tears away.
After a few minutes of me trying to stop my tears and silently begging for Frank to just wake up already, a nurse that I've only spoken to a few times walks in. She's what I would call beautiful, she has tanned skin with shiny brown hair pulled into a ponytail. Her eyes are emerald green, and she smiles all the time. "Hello, Gerard," she greets me, setting down the clipboard that I was sure was practically glued to her hands.
"Good morning, Lauren," I say, smiling slightly. She returns my smile and goes about checking everything necessary with the machines Frank is hooked up to. She does this every morning and a different nurse, a man named Austin, does it every evening. I don't talk to him as much as I do Lauren. He looks nice, but his height intimidates me. "I have a question."
"What's that?" She asks, checking more stuff.
"I wrote this letter for Frank," I say, folding the paper, "could you give it to him if he wakes up and I'm not here?"
She looks up at me and smiles, standing up straight, "Sure," she replies, holding out her hand. I place it in her open palm, letting her take it from me. She looks at the folded square for a split second before putting it in one of the pockets of her scrubs. "I'll be sure to do that." She looks down at Frank and smiles sadly, "Would it be wrong of me to ask what happened?"
"No.." I say slowly. "It's not wrong. I would answer you, but I don't like thinking about it. I love him."
She smiles again and nods once, understanding where I'm at. "I see that, and I think it's sweet that you want to stay here until he wakes up."
"Thank you," I say, walking back to my seat. I sit down in it lightly and put my hands in my lap.
"It's no problem," she says. I smile at her again, just barely moving my lips. "I have to go now, another patient needs to be checked." She sighs and grabs her clipboard and the pen attached to it, writing a few things down. "I'll see you when you come back from school." She pats my shoulder lightly and walks out.
I sit here and just watch his barely moving figure. Only his chest moves for the deep breaths he takes. This isn't fair.
"Yknow," I mumble. "I remember, um, I remember after you lost your memory how much fun we had, I remember saving you from my so-called friends, I remember giving you a piggy back ride to my house, you basically screaming at me to run. I remember when I finally accepted my feelings for you. And then... And then everything went down hill."
