When I woke up again, nothing was as expected. I wasn't standing front row, singing until my lungs gave out. I wasn't looking up at Brendon's face, thinking 'Wow, that's my boyfriend'.

I was lying, face towards the ceiling, in a hospital room. I went to lift my head and was pulled back down by wires. My head spun in circles and my eyes darted around the room.

A monitor off to my side started going haywire. It brought my breathing to my attention. I was almost choking on air.

The door opened slowly and cautiously, quite unlike what I was expecting - once again. Frank came in with two coffees. When he saw me, he dropped both and ran to my side.

I looked into his chocolate eyes and pushed myself to be strong. I didn't want my best friend to see me crying or pained. He grabbed my hand tightly and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Hey, Rose, it's okay. You're going to be alright," Frank whispered calmly to me. I felt myself relax back against the mattress and my monitor retarded into a steady beat.

"There," he pushed a smile and kissed my cheek.

I wrapped my arms under his shoulders and pulled him close. As long as he was here, I felt safe.

"What happened?" I asked, my face muffled into his collar.

"You had a seizure and blacked out at the concert last night," he explained and rubbed circles in my hair with his thumb.

I buried myself deeper into his body and closed my eyes tightly. My cheeks flushed and I felt lightheaded.

He slowly let me back down and sat back on the bed.

"Where's Brendon?" I asked curiously.

"I sent him home. He came as soon as the concert ended and his head kept bobbing, so he went home with Spencer. I think Dallon's still out there. I'm technically supposed to be with him but I'm sneaky," he winked.

"Yeah," I leaned over and glanced at the mess on the floor, "Sneaky."

He chuckled and blushed a bit.

The doctor came in shortly after and told me I was well enough to go home. Dallon was indeed out in the waiting room. His face lit up when he saw me and I nearly knocked him over as I hugged him.

He handed me a bouquet of flowers from Brendon and I gladly accepted them. Frank was trying too hard to not be jealous. It was evident.

I just wanted to go home. Yes, I wanted to see Brendon. I wanted to run into his arms like I had to Dallon. I wanted to tell him that I was alright and that I was sorry it all happened. But more than anything, I wanted to go to bed.

Frank lent me his hand and helped me into his car. He drove me home and followed me inside.

I stopped in the middle of the hallway. Frank stopped abruptly, his shoes gave off a squeaky sound.

"I'll take them off," he said and turned around.

"It's not that," I said with my back still turned to him. I felt his eyes on the back of my head and processed some information, "I was at the Panic! concert... So, how did you know about me? Didn't you have a show during it?"

He was silent, not moving a muscle. I spun on my heel and looked carefully at him.

"Frank..." I felt my head get hot and my patience run thin.

His head fell to the floor and he twisted his toe on the ground, "I...made up an excuse to reschedule the show..."

I was speechless, "You what?" My voice rose with intensity.

"I-I told Gerard I was sick and he knew I wasn't, but I had to see you and make sure you were okay," Frank tried to defend himself.

"Frank!" I shouted, "You're not my dad! I can handle myself just fine when you're not around."

"Rose..." his face melted and he pleaded for me to understand.

"No Frank. Just get out," I turned my back again and ordered him.

There was no sound.

"Get out!" I screamed, a tear breaking off from my eyes. I closed them tightly and held back everything I could until he was out the door.