Emo Trinity Multiship Omegaverse

A/N

if you cried last chapter or the chapter before that I'm sorry

TW: vomit, mention and want of suicide

Frank's POV

"Frank. Frank get up," I hear a voice say.

I slowly open my eyes to see it's Ryan. I also see a blinding light above him. Wait, I'm outside. I must've passed out last night. I look over and I'm a dangerously close distance from the fire that is, small but still burning on. 

"Fuck off," I slurred, my voice still groggy from sleep and slurred from drinking the whole bottle of Whiskey.

"No, let's go you need a shower and you need to eat something," He picked up my small form and threw me over his shoulder. I let my body relax after a minute of fighting him, my arms dangling down his back. As he walked through the house I heard Patrick crying in the living room, holding his kids, Pete absent. The kids and the guys were looking at me, the kids with concern and the adults with pity and sadness. 

"Where's Pete?" I mumble.

"In the hospital. You broke five of his ribs, two of his fingers, his ankle, his nose, and you cracked his skull. He has a punctured lung, and lots of bruising, pretty much everywhere, but it's really bad around his throat. You could've killed him," Ryan says all of this casually like it's normal.

"I should have," I frown.

"It wasn't his fault and you know that."

"I know. But there's no way I could've hurt Gerard like that. I should've been there, it's all my fault. If I just stuck with my gut and said no. None of this would have happened. God," My chest starts wheezing, wanting the oxygen it's not getting. All of my blood is already filling up my head, making it throb and spin. I need to get right-side up. 

I start squirming. "Ryan," I wheeze. He doesn't get it. Before I know it, all the alcohol I consumed last night was making its way back up. I throw up all over the hallway upstairs and on Ryan's ankles.

"Oh shit Frank," He set me down in my bed. And I started crying because it smelled like Gerard. God, I'm so weak. I can't even go a day without him. "C'mon, get in the shower." 

"I can't walk," I sniffle. My legs felt like jelly and I was sure to fall if I tried to walk.

"You are helpless," He rolled his eyes. He walks over to me and picks me up bringing me to the shower. "You're taking a bath since you can't stand or walk, or do anything for yourself."

"I hate baths," I did. I only took baths with Gerard.

"Too bad," Ryan said sternly. "Strip."

I did as I was told, but as I was unbuttoning my jeans I felt a wave of nausea come over me and I vomit all over the toilet. Damn hangovers.

"Just get in the bath before you make more of a mess for me to clean."

I sunk into the bath slowly, the hot water burning my skin slightly. Once I sat down, I started to cry. I normally relate baths to Gerard, this was no exception. 

"Why are you crying?" Ryan asked, sympathetic but I could tell he'd rather be doing something else.

"B-because I only took b-baths with Gggeerrarrdddd," I strung out his name, a mix of crying and stuttering.

"Oh," He said. "Well uh-, I'll leave you to cry I guess," He turned to go.

"No, don't go. I'll drown myself. Just like this," I turned around so I was laying on my stomach and put my head under the water, keeping it there until Ryan grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head up harshly.