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Mike and Gerry lay in bed, the sudden rays of sun shining through the window. Mike's head pounded as he woke up slowly. It was around 6am according to the clock. Last night was, alot to say the least. He'd found Gerard at a bar, the goth man was fairly drunk and it wasnt a pretty sight. Mike the angel he is went over to check on Gerard who got unreasonably angry unreasonably quick, even for him. The 2 where kicked out for yelling which is when a fight broke out between them.
It started with punches and pulled hair, grunts and muttered curses, scratches and thrown dirt but at some point they kissed. Everything froze and all that anger seemed to simmer for just a second before it came back in a new way. A way mike has to say, he really does prefer. Thats how they ended up in Gerard's bed. Gerard's place wasnt surpriseing, Mike hadnt thought him to come from money or even a loving home and how clingy he was in bed really added to those assumptions. Gerard's place was a ran down apartment above a closed book shop, the walls where yellowed by age or smokeing and though gerards room was fairly clean, bar some paintings and art supplies, most of the house was a hoarders playground. Mikes suface research led him to believe Mary Keay had ran it as a private book store but he didnt much care to ask Gerry.
As the sun peaked through more and more he realised he really should dip before Gerard wakes up and things get awkward. They could just forget this ever happend and go back to throwing dirt in eachothers eyes and petty shit like that.
But before Mike could even sit up there was a loud crash and a shrill scream. Gerard wakes up with startleing hurry, he throws a shirt on and runs out in nothing but his boxers and said shirt. Mike sits there for a moment confused, what could be so important? "GERARD WHERES MY BOOK" a loud naselly voice screached. Mike heard Gerard reply but he wasnt shouting so he didnt know what he said. Theres a loud clatter and the sound of a struggle, muffled words from the person who was shouting.
"WHERE IS IT YOU USELESS USELESS BOY" the voice screamed. If it werent for the fact she was dead ,Mike would think its the famous bitch, Mary Keay. "I . DONT . KNOW . MUM! YOU HAD IT!" gerards voices booms angerly, well theres confirmation. The floors rattled as Mike felt a comotion almost like one of the bookshelfs he'd spotted yesterday fell over. Mike hears some more of a struggle before muttered curses pass the room into the end of the hall. Not long after he hears disjointed steps and grunts that Sounded like Gerard.
Gerard comes through the door a mess, he closes the door behind him, his eyes closed and head against the door. Gerard looked a state, his nose was bleeding and broken, he had cuts and bruises all over, an already forming black eye and there seemed to be an issue with his arm. Just as Mike thought it Gerard winced took a breath and rammed his arm against the door. There was a squealchy crack as Gerard doubled over biteing his wrist to mute a scream. "Oh my god" Mike said in something adjacent to horror.
Gerards head whips up and he looks shocked before angry. He lunges for Mike grabbing a knife off his desk as he does so. He gets the knife to Mikes throat securely holding him down. "What are you doing here, asshole!" He spat the words like venom but they had no effect, his voice was horse maybe from the shouting or maybe from the tears Mike could see staining his face. "What? You brought me here, we slept together!" Mike argues more ticked off about being falsely accused then scared, something told him Gerard didnt have the energy in him to kill him.
Fatigue invaded Gerards glare, he simply moved away and put the knife down. "Fine but fuck off would ya I'm tired" he said angerly. "Maybe I'm tired too" Mike didnt know why he was argueing, Gerard clearly wasnt in a great place but Mike did hate the man. Gerard looked at him like he could do so much: kill him, scream, cry, pass out. Mike felt a little bad for the guy. "Fine" he says decideing to try be civil. "Good" Gerard said bitterly.
With that Gerard went into the bathroom down the hall and made a valient effort not to scream as he tried to fix his nose. Mike wanted to leave but his mind kept flicking back to the book that Gerry let him have, he'd never admit it but Mike knew he could of ran faster that night and it was no coincidence that, that book saved him. Mike exhaled and opened the door. "What the fuck Mike I told you t-" Gerry tried to argue but was interupted as Mike pulled him down by the back of his neck and carefully but quickly realigned his nose. Gerard turned to the sink to steady himself on the porcilin as blood droped into the bowl. Mike pretended not to notice the tears. After a long moment of stiffled sobs Gerry took a shakey breath in.
Mike stares at the shrivled man, there was a nasty cut on Gerard's head and there seemed to be some on his back, it didnt seem a good idea to leave him in this state especioully with the way he was swaying. "Where's your first aid" Mike says coldly. Gerard looks confused for a second but that was probably because this is out of character for Mike, he didnt seem concussed. "K-kitchen?" he says through pain.
As Mike goes down the stairs he can hear the water turn on. When he enters the bookshop he sees that yea, one of the book sheleves had not only fallen over but had also completely broken. "Fuck sake Gerard" he said as he made his way to the kitchen. The kitchen itself was disguesting to say the least. Bugs all over and the place smelt of rot. There was piles of dishes but nothing on them looked like something that is or used to be food so Mike guessed it was a Mary thing. He checked the cupbored and didnt find the first aid but also didnt find anything in them at all except a couple bottles of booze, jesus Gerard. He eventually does find the first aid under a loose tile in the floor, made enough sense. Mike makes his way up stairs and waits in Gerard's bedroom as he looks through the very well stocked first aid.
Gerard's whole house even down to his first aid was a tribute to how poorly the man was doing. After a good 10 minutes Gerard's comes out in a towl, he opens his wardrope and jumps a little when one of the doors fall off the hinges, his clothes where just in a pile in the wardrope and honestly it was just a little sad, Gerry puts on some black tracksuit bottoms and a cropped black tank top. "Thought you where leaving" he says annoyed. "Annoyingly enough your empathy seems to have rubbed off on me so I'm giving you medical attention" Mike says sternly "sit" he adds. Gerard looks too tired to argue and sits. Mike starts with stiching up the long cut from his lower back to his shoulders that ran scarily close to his spine. "Was that Mary Keay" he asks, proberly stupidly. Gerry responds with a hum "told you I didnt kill er" he says almost a little bitterly. "That you did" Mike responds.
After cleaning some of the other wounds and checking Gerry for a concussion he had no reason not to go but part of him wanted to stay. Gerard takes a deep breath. Mike never realised how much Gerard seemed like a man barely holding himself together, he looked like he was just going to crumble.
Theres a moment of scilence. "Look I'm gonna head, I have a lecture tommorrow but uhm I'll see you around alright" he says a little awkwardly. Gerry makes a sound of aknowledgement, having layne down with his eyes closed. Mike leaves the dingey morden home realiseing how freash the air outside was compared to inside.