Chapter 127. Gerard's POV. "Frank?" I murmured, as my eyes flickered open. Swallowing hard. Realizing he wasn't by my side. As I heard silent whimpers, or, gags come from our bedroom. Concerned highly - I stood to my feet. Regaining vision, walking into the room. "Frank?" I repeated, as I saw the bathroom door creaked open. I had that churn in my stomach, while I knew I heard his cries. A panic flew into me as I saw him there, on the floor. Inches away from the toilet. He hadn't even noticed me.. "Frank!" I gasped out, widening my eyes, as I ran toward him. He finally looked up at me. Tears in his swollen eyes. What was going on? I wrapped my arms around him instantly, while he did the same, only in a loose manner. My heart began to pound quickly. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" I asked, whispering, while rubbing his back in a comforting motion. "I.. I don't feel good." He stuttered, pulling back from the hug, looking into my eyes. I could tell. Taking my thumbs, I removed the falling tears, away from his eyes. "What hurts?" I stared harder at him, while whimpers continued on. He motioned his index finger toward the toilet. I followed, and my heart stopped, as it leaped into my throat. My eyes only growing wider. It was blood. f**king blood. All blood. Throughout the rim of the toilet, it was full of blood. I looked back at Frank, as he stared at my response. "Everything." He mumbled, loosening his grip from around me, holding his stomach. The first thought that had hit me was to go to the hospital. "C'mon." I stood up, he didn't move. He only looked up at me. As if I spoke a different language. "Where?" His voice cracked. "The hospital." Was all I let out, leaning down to pick him up. "Noo." He shook his head, pushing himself back, away from me. I narrowed my eyebrows. "Frank, somethings wrong." "I'm scared." He admitted, my heart fell, as tears of my own began to form. I sucked it up, holding it in. I knelt down infront of him "I am, too. But sitting here isn't helping, right?" I whispered softly. He let out another whimper, nodding. I wiped yet, another tear from his eye. Concerned for his health, more than ever - while I gave my hand to him, he gripped shortly after. Wincing, groaning, moaning, while he finally got to his feet. "Want me to carry you?" I didn't care what I had to do, I just, hoped he was okay... He shook his head no, while continuing to hold my hand. I gripped it tightly, while leading the way. _________ Author'sNote: x3 Thank you guys.