Chapter 89 - 19th December You're walking back to your car. Your right hand is swinging your keys, while your right left enjoys a feeling of comforting warmth, radiating from the hand of the boy walking next to you. You'd been stealing kisses the entire way from the coffee shop to the car park. Gerard's jacket brushes your arm every now and then when he walks closer to you, a couple times he almost bumps into you because he's paying more attention to signposts.. You walk up to the side of the car, letting go of Gerard's hand while you let him in, before walking to your side and climbing into your seat. You start the engine, pulling out of the car park and making your way back through the toll road and across the bridge. You'd be home before 7. You look over to Gerard, who is looking out of the window towards New Jersey. "Don't think i forgot." You smirk. He turns towards you, confused, "Hopsital." "Frankie, please ?? It's fine." Gerard whines. "Move your hand then." You say, driving slower so you can watch as his face contorts with pain, "That's what I thought." Gerard huffs in annoyance and bumps his head back on the glass window of the car, staring out of the window in a strop. You pat his leg with your left hand, keeping your right on the wheel. ~~~~~~~~ You pull up outside the hospital, unbuckling your seatbelt and nudging Gerard, who's quite clearly pretending to be asleep. You get out of the car, locking your door and walking over to Gerard's side. You open his door, causing him to almost fall out and grab hold of your waist. "The fuck, Frank ??!!" He squeals. "Stop pretending to sleep and get out. Why didn't you have your seatbelt on ??" You ask, annoyance hinted in your voice. "I trust your driving ??" He replies timidly, standing up and shutting his car door, which you proceed to lock. "Please don't make me go in ?? They'll stick needles in me or some shit.." Gerard whines as you begin walking across half the car park towards the main entrance to the hospital. "No they won't." You reply calmly, as Gerard pulls your arm to stop you walking. "Promise me you won't let them put needles in me ??" "I promise." You say, lifting yourself up to his height and kissing him softly. You feel him relax and count that as a win. "Oi, fags !!" Here you go.. "The fuck do you want ??" You call to the two boys, who can't be more than 14. "Frank, just leave it." Gerard says, pulling your sleeve. "No. Gimme a minute." You say back, squeezing his hand with your own. he returns the gesture. "You wanna go, pal ??" The kid yells, walking towards you, "'Cause we don't want your kind over 'ere." "How odd, I thought this was Jersey, not Douchetown." You comment back as the kid faces you off. You may be short, but you're still taller than him. "Harry, leave it !!" The other kid shouts from the barrier where they were sat. "Might wanna listen to your friend, kid." You smirk. "Kid ?? Are you fucking messing me ?? Arrogant piece of-" The kid swings for you, then. You're ready for it, but Gerard gets there first, blocking the kid's hit with his hand and shoving him backwards. You can feel the warmth of his body against your back as he leans past. The kid falls over, landing hard on the concrete. "Get the fuck out before I beat your face in, kid." Gerard says calmly, the kid growls and retreats as Gerard pulls you towards the hospital. You watch the kis disappear, making sure they didn't go anywhere near your car. As soon as they're gone, Gerard hisses in pain. "Gee, did you block with your bad hand ??" He nods, "You stupid motherfucker, I told you it'd get worse.." You smile, kissing him on the cheek. You reach the entrance, explaining the situation to the nurse on duty at the reception. "Take a seat, hon, someone'll be right out. Do you have insurance." "Yes, thank god." Gerard smiles weakly, taking his wallet out of his pocket with his good hand and handing the nurse his insurance card. "Great, I'll send someone out for you." She smiles, handing Gerard back his card. "Remember what you promised." Gerard whispers as you sit down. "I know, I know, no needles." You say, holding his leg still with your hand when it starts bouncing nervously. There are three other people in the waiting room. One man who looks like he's drunk the entire world's supply of alcohol, a boy who has a serious nosebleed going on, and his mother. You hope they're not connected.