"Why did you call me?"

"You were the only person I could call."

He sighed, "Frank, please stay with me. I can't let you go back to that monster."

I nodded, "okay, it's probably for the better."

He grinned, "good, I guess it's time for you to see my mess of a house."

"I'm sure it's not that bad."

"Oh it is, believe me."

I laughed, "okay then."

"How badly do you think you're hurt?"

"Not extremely bad."

"As if."

"Gerard."

"Frank."

"Fine."

The car stopped once we had reached his house.

He got out of the car and just when I was about to he opened my door and picked me up.

"Gerard!" I exclaimed.

"What? You can't really walk."

I huffed, "fine."

Somehow he got inside and to his bedroom.

"Well there's not really anywhere else you can sleep so you'll just have to sleep here." He explained.

"Okay."

"Let's go check how bad those wounds are, yeah?"

"Alright."

He picked me up and walked towards a bathroom.

"You do know I can walk, right?"

"Of course I do."

"Sure."

"Shut up."