Living Life Inside A Dream 2/?
Title: Living Life Inside A Dream 2/?
Author: storm_silver
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood. Lots of it.
Summary: Maybe it's Frank's bipolar luck, but he gets attacked by one vampire and saved by another. Definitely his luck.
Disclaimer: I don't own! If I did, why would I be here writing lies???
Three days later, and Frank had made absolutely no improvements. He was still seizing and coughing up his own blood.
Gerard refused to leave his side, not even listening when Mikey would pull on his arm and command him to move.
Gerard watched Frank blankly, like he already knew Frank was almost dead even Ray hadn't told him as much. By Ray's
guessing, Frank had about two days left unless he improved and his body accepted the blood he had.
"He's going to die unless I can figure out what's wrong with him." Ray mumbled to Mikey in passing. The whole house
was weighted with sorrow. Here was this bright, new vampire, full of life, lying prone on a white hospital bed. "I've
tried everything, Mikes. Excepting treating him like a human, but he's not. It's pointless."
"Looks like your last resort's gonna be giving him human nutrients and treatment, Ray. You have to pull every trick from
your sleeve on this." Mikey replied, his mouth in a thin line. "I think we still have some vitamins from before we turned
Gabe, try putting those in his IV, I guess." No one but Ray knew much about anything medical, and even Ray was
merely a first-aid type of person. He'd never seen anything like this before.
"Mikey." Ray said exasperatedly. Mikey didn't waver, only staring back at Ray. "Fine. But I'm telling Gerard it was your
idea." Ray huffed, hooking Frank up to proteins and vitamins. Gerard looked up at Ray, once, before turning back to
Frank. His lips were waxy and bloodstained, his bones had already started to stick out from the loss of blood. Blood
acted for vampires as vitamins and proteins worked for humans. He hadn't moved for almost four days, hadn't let
Frank's hand go or slept. Not until I can see him awake again. The heart monitor, which had been counting out slow,
steady beats, picked up just a little. Frank convulsed again, but this time he coughed, his eyelids fluttering. Gerard sat
up a little and squeezed Frank's hand.
"Frankie?" He asked hesistantly, but all of his hopes were squashed when Frank only slumped back onto the bed.
Gerard sighed heavily. "Frankie, please. Wake up, baby." Nothing. Gerard tried squeezing Frank's hand in his own
again. Again, Frank seemed to cough and seize up. This time, Frank let out a low moan and his eyes opened for the
briefest second. "Frank?! Frank, wake up. Open your eyes." Gerard said frantically, grabbing Frank's shoulder and
shaking it lightly. Frank groaned and he squinted up at Gerard. "Frankie!" Gerard said, pulling him into a bone-crushing
hug. "Don't ever do that to me again, Frankie. I love you - you scared me." Gerard practically blubbered, clutching
Frank's shoulders. Frank winced and hugged Gerard back as best he could with all the tubes in his arms. Ray hustled
the two apart, much to Gerard's frustration.
"How do you feel, Frank?" he asked, tapping the IV as if for good luck.
"Tired. Hungry. Oh, and I don't feel like I'm going to get sick for the time being. My legs are cramped. Can I walk?"
Frank asked, giving Ray big puppy dog eyes.
"We don't actually know what's wrong with you, Frank. So, I don't think unplugging you from any of this is a good idea.
We're waiting on permission use some equipment so we can come in and get X-Rays and CT scans and all that fun
stuff." Ray explained. Frank said nothing but only kept pleading with his eyes. Ray sighed finally in defeat, pulling an
IV hanger with wheels out and hanging Frank's bags from it. "No running or doing anything moderately exciting. I mean
it." He commanded, helping Frank up out of bed. Gerard looped his arm around Frank's waist and led him out the door.
"Hey, Ray!" Pete bellowed from the front door, "There's a letter here for you from a Dr. Asher!" Ray sighed heavily and
went to get the letter from Pete, nearly bumping into Mikey on his way out.
"It worked?" Mikey asked skeptically, nodding his head down the hall where Gerard and Frank went. Ray nodded grimly.
"Well, shit. That's not good." Ray didn't know what to say to that, so he nodded again. Vampires were never meant to
be like humans. Pete walked in and handed Ray a thick letter written on crisp white paper.
"Paper seems expensive." Pete announced before pulling Mikey away and letting Ray read the letter in peace.
*
Dear Mr. Toro and Company,
I have no problems whatsoever with you using our equipment here for Mr. Iero's benefit. Although, what you seem to
be describing is something very rare indeed. I would rather elaborate in person, but I think I know what is wrong with
him.
He'll be fine, I assure you. But please get here as soon as possible, the sooner Mr. Iero is under my care, the
better.
I'll be waiting.
Sincerely,
Dr. Victoria J. Asher
*
"You sure you wanna walk this far, Frankie?" Gerard asked hesitantly as Frank pulled him down another hallway.
"Yes, I'm sure. I want to." Frank huffed, yanking Gerard along.
"Frankie, you're sick. You need to rest." Gerard stated, gently stopping Frank just as Ray called up the hall:
"Guys! C'mon, we're taking Frank to the Asher's." Gerard furrowed his eyebrows a little before walking back up the
hallway, Frank in tow.
"Isn't that an old pregnancy clinic? They use it for a kind of hospital now, right?" Gerard asked as Ray ushered them
outside into a car.
"Yes it was. Now, Frank, you should be fine to take out this IV, but I'm not taking any chances. I hate to make you
look stupid but you'll have to hang the bag from this" Ray said, indicating the clothing hook above the window. Frank
groaned unhappily but did it anyway, buckling in and letting Ray drive them to an tiny, abandoned-looking hospital. A
woman in a white doctor's coat with short black hair was standing outside, leaning against the wall. Frank whined when
the car practically spun into a spot outside, and Ray smiled apologetically before helping Frank out.
"Mr. Toro?" The woman asked as they approached. Ray nodded. "I'm Dr. Asher. This is Mr. Iero, I presume?" Dr. Asher
gestured to Frank, who nodded. "Come with me. We're going to run an ultrasound first, see if there's something wrong
with his blood vessels around his abdomen." She walked away, calling for them to follow over her shoulder. When Ray
caught up, he hissed in her ear.
"I thought you knew what was wrong with him."
"I said I had an idea, Mr. Toro. The test is to find out." She whispered back, leading them into the proper room. Dr.
Asher took over fully then, ushering Frank to get up onto the bed and take his shirt off, smearing his lower torso with
the cool jelly and setting up the ultrasound machine.
"Okay," She began, after she had checked his blood vessels in his chest and lungs for problems and found none, "I'm
going to check your stomach now, Frank. If I don't find anything, we're going to get you X-Rays from when you cracked
your head on that tile in the house." Dr. Asher explained, running the sensor over Frank's stomach. Ray, who was
checking the monitor, breathed:
"Impossible. Dr. Asher, would you mind running back over that area again?"
"What did you find?" She asked, as she held the sensor over the area just under Frank's belly button, with an air of
already knowing the answer.
"It looks like, a -uhm. Well, I'm not sure." Ray called back. Dr. Asher rolled her eyes and handed Gerard the sensor.
"Hold it there and don't move it." She said as she went back to check the monitor, placed inconvienently at the other
side of the room. "Well, I was right. That's not good." She walked back over to Frank and took his free hand in her own.
"Well, Mr. Iero, looks like you're a feat of vampiric nature."
*
Mikey pulled Gerard in an empty room by his ear, having already smiled sweetly at a confused Frank but telling him it
was a "brotherly type" of conversation. Before he slammed the door in Frank's face, that is. Mikey practically threw
Gerard down into a chair and glared at him as he sat down opposite.
"How could you let this happen?" Mikey spat. "You do know what this means. Frank's against the law." Little known to
many vampires, there actually were rules, carried out by other coven's leaders. Stronger covens took out rule breakers
and weaker covens just tried to get by without problems.
"You think I want to get us all hunted down and killed?!" Gerard hissed.
"Sometimes I wonder." Mikey spat. Gerard flinched and looked at Mikey with huge eyes. "I'm sorry, Gee. It's just- Frank
won't give this up and you're going to side with him and I refuse to kill my brother just because his mate's breaking the
laws. Did you even know?"
"Mikey. I knew him for a whole two days before this happened. I don't even think he knew." Gerard huffed, before he
seemed to break and he drooped, his head in his hands, "I didn't know, Mikey. I didn't know. And now they're going to
kill you and him and everyone else and it's all my fault."
"Not your fault, Gee. We need to keep it hidden, all right? Anyways, it's only an old myth, a story, all right? He's not
going to magically get pregnant just because something gave him the parts to. No reason to worry." Mikey said-
reassuring himself more than Gerard- before adding, "And you should probably tell him, you know. The myths and about
the heirarchy and the whole vampire rules schtick." With that, Mikey left the room, nodding at Frank who nearly
stumbled into the room ear-first. Evesdropping. Frank knelt in front of Gerard, taking his hands into his own and smiled
up at him.
"Gee," Frank murmured, no longer smiling, "What's wrong?"
"I never told you the histories, did I, Frankie?" Gerard began instead. Frank shook his head, so Gerard continued, "A
long time ago, in the early years where there was no reason or rhyme to how vampires could hunt and where, it was
Chaos. Humans knew what we were- really knew- and feared us. The legends of terrible blood-sucking demons who could transform into shapes and creatures sprung from that terror. So did the ways of killing a vampire. The humans were never quite right, but around the end of the Chaos, they got smart and staked a vampire, drained its blood and burned the body.
So we vampires grew fearful, hiding away in remote villages and towns. Still, there was no order. Then came the first of
the Elders, Robert Ellisson of London. He reformed his coven and others to hunt at night, to dump the bodies in the
Thames, to take the lives of the sick and homeless. The ones no one would miss. Soon the other elders, Lucas and
Benjamin, helped Robert create order and peace among vampires around the world. But at a price. They created rules
and those who didn't follow the rules were killed, as well as anyone who stood in the way."
"Harsh." Frank commented. Gerard nodded sadly.
"The rules were simple at first: No leaving a trail human police could follow, no telling humans about vampires, et
cetera. Then a vampire woman came along, her name was Elizabeth. Her mate, husband, whatever you want to call
him, somehow got her pregnant. So when the baby was born, Elizabeth soon realized that he was stronger than any
other vampire, that he had strange powers and that he was thirsty for blood constantly. So, she took him to Lucas'
clan, hoping he could help her child. After studying the boy, Evan, Lucas decided that the child was too dangerous and
murdered him and Elizabeth. He outlawed vampire children and vampires who could bear them. The law stands today,
yes, but we were convinced that it was myth, something leaders told young couples to scare them. A wives' tale."
"Were convinced?" Frank asked, eyes wide and fidgeting. Gerard looked like he was going to cry.
"Dr. Asher says you're.....capable...of having children." He choked out, causing Frank's jaw to drop before he looked
relieved.
"Oh, Gee, that's- that's not what you think. I'm a hermaphrodite, Gee." Frank admitted sheepishly. "An easy way to put
it is that I was born with both... parts.... I guess? And my family couldn't afford the operation for the doctors to remove
my ovaries so I've always had them but no cycle or whatever. So, no, I can't have kids. Not like that." Gerard surged
forward, pulling Frank into a bone-crushing hug, already babbling:
"Oh Frankie, why didn't you tell me? I thought we were going to lose you- and Dr. Asher said- but you're not and- and-"
"Gee, calm down." Frank giggled, "It's fine, I'm fine, everyone's safe." Gerard sighed, content.
"Yeah, Frankie. Everyone's safe."
*
"Have you found him?" The man asked, his voice crackling with static from the bad speakers.
"Afraid not. But I have found that illegal clinic. The one for pregnancies?" He replied, turning into the hospital drive
and ending the call before the caller can reply. It was far too easy for him to waltz in, smile to the nurse who pointed
him to the head doctor's office. She didn't look up when he entered but she payed attention when a small arrow
impaled itself next to her head.
"So, Dr. Asher." He hissed, stalking forward slowly with the small weapon still outstretched. "Mind telling me where
Frank Iero is?"
*
Author's Notes: Okay, so I know I'm an idiot but could someone explain how to create links that are like this but have an actual link behind it??