Break for This
I'm Not Okay
Frank's P.O.V
I felt Gee trying to wake me up but I was so not into waking up at that moment. My head, back, shoulders, legs, arms, and ankles hurt.
Self Note: Next time you think 'oh just sleep on the stools' DON'T.
After about 45 minutes or something like that I decided to finally open my eyes. Gerard wasn't on the counter anymore, but for all I cared he could have been on top of the fridge.
I tried to move my bones and joints, but even in the slightest adjustment I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body. I finally gave up and laid there for about 10 minutes. Then, my arm fell off my chest and I dropped and rolled onto the floor. It fucking hurt.
My thought: This is what birth is like. Only there is no fucking epidural for a energy drink hangover. Is that even a thing? Whatever, I couldn't care less right now. When I gathered enough strength to sit up, I started to really process last night. I began to wonder where Gee was, and does he feel this bad too.
I honestly could have laid there for the next 6 hours but my curiosity took over my ability to feel. But not by a lot. I used my very basic infant skills to get up the stairs. Ya, I crawled up 2 arms per step. When I finally reached the top platform I saw our door cracked open. I saw a leg and a foot, I figured it was Gerard. I didn't really know what else to do, except stop the fucking pain that was going on. I army crawled into the bathroom and used the shower ledge to stand up. Then I stretched my throbbing arm to open the cabinet.
What the fuck did I do to my arm, it feels like it got rammed into a moving bus or run over by one. Either way it was killing me and it needed to stop before I cut it off completely. When I finally took some joint pain and headache killer, I zombie walked back to our room and found Gee sound asleep on the floor. He was so cute. By now I didn't really feel tired due to the work out I just did getting to the washroom. So i figured I may as well wake him up and get him into the actual bed.
I slowly bent down to wake him. At first I gently shook him, I knew that if he was in as much pain as i was and someone violently shook me, i'd be the last face they ever saw again. If you know what I mean.
After about 5 minutes the meds kicked in and Gerard was still asleep. So I went to Plan B and started making a lot of noise around him. That didn't work. Then I resorted to the only thing I could think of. I sat on him and started to poke him everywhere he was ticklish.
Another 30 minutes had gone by and I was getting worried. I got his phone out of his pocket and called up Mikey. I told him about Gee and how he wasn't waking up. Mikey suggested getting ice and putting it on him to wake him up. I stayed on the phone with him while I tried his idea. Still nothing. So Mikey said to call 9-1-1 and tell them. I could hear him getting dressed and leaving his condo. He told me he was on his way.
I told the operator every last detail and she said that I should stay near him, check his breathing every few minutes. Then, she said the EMTs were on their way. I was relieved and worried when I heard that. It meant that it was really serious and I couldn't do anything. I felt like rolling in a ball and crying.
The EMTs arrived about 7 minutes after I called and they checked all his vital signs. Apparently something wasn't right because one EMT looked at the other two and said they have to go NOW. It all happened so quick yet in that moment it felt like everyone was in slow motion. I rode in the back of the ambulance with Gee and one EMT was asking me questions but I couldn't focus well enough to answer them right.
Gerard's P.O.V
I woke up in the hospital. I was by myself but I could see Frankie standing outside the door talking to someone. When he finally walked in and saw I was awake he practically jumped onto my bed.
"Ugh, hey babe" I groaned in severe pain.
"Oh,sorry hun, are you okay?" He backed off of me trying to make it painless.
"Um, not really but i've felt like this for a while" I could see the guilt and worry in his eyes.
"How long exactly?" The nurse cut into our conversation.
"Since I woke up this morning" I responded.
"And where was the pain?"
"In my head and throughout my body" I was still curious at why I was in the hospital.
"Okay" She said jotting down what I had told her.
"Oh by the way, why am I here exactly?" I asked eager to find out.
"Mr.Way do you remember the last thing you ate and/or drank?" She ignored my question
"Uh, I ate pizza and drank a lot of coffee and energy drinks last night" I said thinking back to last night.
"Um, anything else"
"When I woke up I took some medication for my headache"
"Oh, what kind of medication, prescription or over-the-counter?" Her eyebrows raised at my statement.
"I'm pretty sure it was Advil but it was in an orange bottle...Why?" I lifted myself forgetting about the shooting pain.
"Mr.Way, your toxin screen came back positive and the medication you took was not Advil...you overdosed on Ambien, it's a temporary treatment for Insomnia".
My stomach dropped. I heard Frank whisper under his breath but I couldn't understand what he said. After the nurse left, Frank started to pace back and forth.
"Where would we have gotten Ambien? How could it end up in the house? Why was it in the medicine cabinet? Who the fuck has insomnia in the house? What the fuck? When did we get Ambien?" His questions fired off like an auction speaker yelling out bidding prices.
"Frank, calm down i'm alright...well...i'm alive so something has to be okay". I said trying to ease his mind.
"No. I'm not going to fucking calm down, i'm sorry but you could have died and i'm not okay with that".
After Frankie finished blowing steam, he came and sat next to me. The nurse couldn't give me morphine because they were worried the drugs would knock me out again. So it hurt a little. He laid my head on his shoulder even though I was taller than him.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" I broke the unsettling silence.
"A little bit but not much, do you?" He responded.
"Not really, all I know is we did something really dumb and now my whole body kills".
"Mine did to this morning, but some meds and you almost dying made it go away". He said gently holding me closer. I didn't say anything but it still hurt.
I felt Gee trying to wake me up but I was so not into waking up at that moment. My head, back, shoulders, legs, arms, and ankles hurt.
Self Note: Next time you think 'oh just sleep on the stools' DON'T.
After about 45 minutes or something like that I decided to finally open my eyes. Gerard wasn't on the counter anymore, but for all I cared he could have been on top of the fridge.
I tried to move my bones and joints, but even in the slightest adjustment I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body. I finally gave up and laid there for about 10 minutes. Then, my arm fell off my chest and I dropped and rolled onto the floor. It fucking hurt.
My thought: This is what birth is like. Only there is no fucking epidural for a energy drink hangover. Is that even a thing? Whatever, I couldn't care less right now. When I gathered enough strength to sit up, I started to really process last night. I began to wonder where Gee was, and does he feel this bad too.
I honestly could have laid there for the next 6 hours but my curiosity took over my ability to feel. But not by a lot. I used my very basic infant skills to get up the stairs. Ya, I crawled up 2 arms per step. When I finally reached the top platform I saw our door cracked open. I saw a leg and a foot, I figured it was Gerard. I didn't really know what else to do, except stop the fucking pain that was going on. I army crawled into the bathroom and used the shower ledge to stand up. Then I stretched my throbbing arm to open the cabinet.
What the fuck did I do to my arm, it feels like it got rammed into a moving bus or run over by one. Either way it was killing me and it needed to stop before I cut it off completely. When I finally took some joint pain and headache killer, I zombie walked back to our room and found Gee sound asleep on the floor. He was so cute. By now I didn't really feel tired due to the work out I just did getting to the washroom. So i figured I may as well wake him up and get him into the actual bed.
I slowly bent down to wake him. At first I gently shook him, I knew that if he was in as much pain as i was and someone violently shook me, i'd be the last face they ever saw again. If you know what I mean.
After about 5 minutes the meds kicked in and Gerard was still asleep. So I went to Plan B and started making a lot of noise around him. That didn't work. Then I resorted to the only thing I could think of. I sat on him and started to poke him everywhere he was ticklish.
Another 30 minutes had gone by and I was getting worried. I got his phone out of his pocket and called up Mikey. I told him about Gee and how he wasn't waking up. Mikey suggested getting ice and putting it on him to wake him up. I stayed on the phone with him while I tried his idea. Still nothing. So Mikey said to call 9-1-1 and tell them. I could hear him getting dressed and leaving his condo. He told me he was on his way.
I told the operator every last detail and she said that I should stay near him, check his breathing every few minutes. Then, she said the EMTs were on their way. I was relieved and worried when I heard that. It meant that it was really serious and I couldn't do anything. I felt like rolling in a ball and crying.
The EMTs arrived about 7 minutes after I called and they checked all his vital signs. Apparently something wasn't right because one EMT looked at the other two and said they have to go NOW. It all happened so quick yet in that moment it felt like everyone was in slow motion. I rode in the back of the ambulance with Gee and one EMT was asking me questions but I couldn't focus well enough to answer them right.
Gerard's P.O.V
I woke up in the hospital. I was by myself but I could see Frankie standing outside the door talking to someone. When he finally walked in and saw I was awake he practically jumped onto my bed.
"Ugh, hey babe" I groaned in severe pain.
"Oh,sorry hun, are you okay?" He backed off of me trying to make it painless.
"Um, not really but i've felt like this for a while" I could see the guilt and worry in his eyes.
"How long exactly?" The nurse cut into our conversation.
"Since I woke up this morning" I responded.
"And where was the pain?"
"In my head and throughout my body" I was still curious at why I was in the hospital.
"Okay" She said jotting down what I had told her.
"Oh by the way, why am I here exactly?" I asked eager to find out.
"Mr.Way do you remember the last thing you ate and/or drank?" She ignored my question
"Uh, I ate pizza and drank a lot of coffee and energy drinks last night" I said thinking back to last night.
"Um, anything else"
"When I woke up I took some medication for my headache"
"Oh, what kind of medication, prescription or over-the-counter?" Her eyebrows raised at my statement.
"I'm pretty sure it was Advil but it was in an orange bottle...Why?" I lifted myself forgetting about the shooting pain.
"Mr.Way, your toxin screen came back positive and the medication you took was not Advil...you overdosed on Ambien, it's a temporary treatment for Insomnia".
My stomach dropped. I heard Frank whisper under his breath but I couldn't understand what he said. After the nurse left, Frank started to pace back and forth.
"Where would we have gotten Ambien? How could it end up in the house? Why was it in the medicine cabinet? Who the fuck has insomnia in the house? What the fuck? When did we get Ambien?" His questions fired off like an auction speaker yelling out bidding prices.
"Frank, calm down i'm alright...well...i'm alive so something has to be okay". I said trying to ease his mind.
"No. I'm not going to fucking calm down, i'm sorry but you could have died and i'm not okay with that".
After Frankie finished blowing steam, he came and sat next to me. The nurse couldn't give me morphine because they were worried the drugs would knock me out again. So it hurt a little. He laid my head on his shoulder even though I was taller than him.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" I broke the unsettling silence.
"A little bit but not much, do you?" He responded.
"Not really, all I know is we did something really dumb and now my whole body kills".
"Mine did to this morning, but some meds and you almost dying made it go away". He said gently holding me closer. I didn't say anything but it still hurt.
Notes
So...well...I don't know what to say
Hope you liked the twist
I felt like the story was dying so ya wanted to try and save it
Thanks For Reading!!!
-AToxicKilljoy
@Stitches
They're pretty wicked but Seance is my favorite out of the Academy 'Children'.
3/13/14