I walked into Frank's hospital room nervously. He was laying the bed, reading some work papers Pete had given to him. I stood by the door nervously because I didn't want to interrupt him. It was five whole minutes before he noticed me and he flinched.
“Jesus Christ, baby, don't scare me like that,” Frank muttered. “How long have you been standing there?”
“I'm sorry for making your stitches come out,” I whimpered. “I-I made you a cupcake. Well, Marco made it but I decorated it for you. I'm sorry.”
“Come here, baby boy,” Frank said.
I sniffled, sitting on the side of his bed.
“Princess, I wish I could eat that cupcake but Patrick had me on a liquid diet just to be safe,” Frank said. “But thank you so much.”
My lip quivered as i looked at the cupcake, which had a bunch of pink frostin
