The Hardest Part of This Is Leaving You

Mikey collapsed unto my couch a ball of tears and sadness. I had no clue what to do, I didn't like seeing him like that. I didn't care how I stopped it as long as I did. I sat down next to him pulling his head into my lap stroking his hair.
"WhY are we so f....fucked up" he spoke muffled into my chest. I stopped. Why were we So screwed up. Mickey with his likely depression and anxiety, Frank with well whatever the he'll his problem was, Gerard with his drug and alcohol addiction and depression, and me well I don't know what's wrong with me.
I sighed just patted his head. I knee it was slightly condescending but I didn't know how to comfort him. I wiped tears from his eyes lying down on the couch next to him
"Well be fin Mikes" I kept repeating as he fell asleep in my arms. I was starting to feel queasy after a while, a pounding headache, as always, after a while. I tried to ignore it so I wouldn't wake it but eventually I couldn't and sprinted to the bathroom managing to make it over to the toilet before throw in up. I heard shuffling as Mikey followed behind a bit. He looked pale and leaned next to me patting my back. We sat like that for an hour, it just wouldn't stop, I was crying most of the time Mikey looking at me in confused disdain. When I went to stand up I stumbled slightly and he grabbed me carrying me over to my bed laying me down lighly.
" We can see Gerard later, sleep okay hun" He whispered to me voice cracking. I fell quickly to sleep, mind blank.

Notes

Thank you for reading as always hope you enjoyed, please tell me what you think I'll try to post more later but I'm kind of dying, I think I'm catching the flu and it's like 90° out but yep thanks for reading