Cancer, Drabble
Cancer, Drabble~
A/N: I'm really good at finding fic. I keep finding all this fic that I've written like a month or two ago on my USB drive.
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Frank's not good with this type of stuff. He's never had to deal with this, only when Gerard had accidently said he was gay and he was certain that he was going to get rioted off stage. But he's never had to deal with this from Mikey. He's never had to try and make Mikey feel better; ever.
Mikey didn't react, he didn't speak, he didn't vocalize feeling at all. He's literally sobbing in front of Frank though, standing pathetically on his doorstep, soaking wet from the rain and he doesn't even mind. Frank doesn't even know why he's crying, but that doesn't make it any less scary.
Frank pulls the older man into his apartment, sitting awkwardly on his couch and trying to comfort Mikey. He's asking over and over what's wrong, but all that Mikey is able to reply with is an incoherent babble. It doesn't take long before Mikey cries himself to sleep, sopping wet on Frank's couch. Jamia asks about it when he goes to bed, only able to reply, "I don't know."
The next morning, he's making breakfast when Mikey wakes up. He screams himself awake from his nightmare, panting and screaming for Frank. Frank rushes over, holding Mikey as he mumbles, "Gerard's dead."
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Frank changes Mikey into some dry clothes and puts his wet ones out to dry. "Come on Mikey," it's been three days since the incident. The entire time Mikey has been laying on Frank's couch, completely motionless. He hasn't been outside once and he only eats when Frank forces him. "You've got to go to Chemo treatment."
Mikey makes no movement to get up, "I don't want to go anymore," he says emptily.
"You don't have a choice, you have to get better," Frank says, pulling him up from his place and making him stand on his feet.
Mikey falls back on the couch the second that Frank lets go, "I don't want to get better anymore," he starts tearing up as he buries his face in the pillow, "I just want to be with Gerard."
As much as Frank knows that Mikey's completely broken inside, he's not excited about the new found emo, "Don't talk like that," he pulls the older man back up, refusing to let go of him this time. "Heaven's over rated anyways."
"We're not going to heaven," Mikey replies hollowly, "We're both going to hell."
Frank frowns as he pulls him out the door, "That's a lie. You're both going to the good place, where ever the hell that is. And if you don't, I'll personally fuck up whoever made the rule that you two couldn't get in."
Mikey chokes up again, "No, me and Gerard aren't going there. We're not allowed there."
"Why not?" Frank asks, stopping, but not letting go of Mikey.
"'Cause we're evil." He says, emotionlessly as though he were reading from something already written.
"What'd you do?"
"We fucked each other."
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A/N: I'm really good at finding fic. I keep finding all this fic that I've written like a month or two ago on my USB drive.
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Frank's not good with this type of stuff. He's never had to deal with this, only when Gerard had accidently said he was gay and he was certain that he was going to get rioted off stage. But he's never had to deal with this from Mikey. He's never had to try and make Mikey feel better; ever.
Mikey didn't react, he didn't speak, he didn't vocalize feeling at all. He's literally sobbing in front of Frank though, standing pathetically on his doorstep, soaking wet from the rain and he doesn't even mind. Frank doesn't even know why he's crying, but that doesn't make it any less scary.
Frank pulls the older man into his apartment, sitting awkwardly on his couch and trying to comfort Mikey. He's asking over and over what's wrong, but all that Mikey is able to reply with is an incoherent babble. It doesn't take long before Mikey cries himself to sleep, sopping wet on Frank's couch. Jamia asks about it when he goes to bed, only able to reply, "I don't know."
The next morning, he's making breakfast when Mikey wakes up. He screams himself awake from his nightmare, panting and screaming for Frank. Frank rushes over, holding Mikey as he mumbles, "Gerard's dead."
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Frank changes Mikey into some dry clothes and puts his wet ones out to dry. "Come on Mikey," it's been three days since the incident. The entire time Mikey has been laying on Frank's couch, completely motionless. He hasn't been outside once and he only eats when Frank forces him. "You've got to go to Chemo treatment."
Mikey makes no movement to get up, "I don't want to go anymore," he says emptily.
"You don't have a choice, you have to get better," Frank says, pulling him up from his place and making him stand on his feet.
Mikey falls back on the couch the second that Frank lets go, "I don't want to get better anymore," he starts tearing up as he buries his face in the pillow, "I just want to be with Gerard."
As much as Frank knows that Mikey's completely broken inside, he's not excited about the new found emo, "Don't talk like that," he pulls the older man back up, refusing to let go of him this time. "Heaven's over rated anyways."
"We're not going to heaven," Mikey replies hollowly, "We're both going to hell."
Frank frowns as he pulls him out the door, "That's a lie. You're both going to the good place, where ever the hell that is. And if you don't, I'll personally fuck up whoever made the rule that you two couldn't get in."
Mikey chokes up again, "No, me and Gerard aren't going there. We're not allowed there."
"Why not?" Frank asks, stopping, but not letting go of Mikey.
"'Cause we're evil." He says, emotionlessly as though he were reading from something already written.
"What'd you do?"
"We fucked each other."
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