Bury All Your Secrets In My Skin

Frank awoke to the sound of ear bursting scream. Jumping from his bed, he ran towards the sound, a low sense of fear rising in his chest. He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching Gerard standing by the kitchen sink, staring wide eyed at his hand which was pouring with blood. “Jesus Christ what did you do?!” he cried, staring at the blood which was now dripping onto the floor. “I cut my hand on this stupid thing” Gerard replied, raising a knife that was in his other hand. He threw it back in the sink, the knife clattering against the rest of the washing up. Frank sighed, leaning against the doorway. “Gee its 4:30 don’t you sleep or something?” he said, slightly annoyed. There was a brief moment of silence. They stared at each other from across the room; the pain in his lover’s eyes was almost heartbreaking. Frank tilted his head to the side, a thin smile spreading across his face; his heart beating faster. Gerard quickly looked down at his hand, grabbing a cloth to try and stop the bleeding.

He ran my fingers through his hair, slowly dragging his tired body towards him. “Do you want my help?” He asked, trying to catch his eye. Gerard said nothing, refusing to meet Frank’s eye as he held his hand over the sink, blood dripping everywhere. The door creaked behind them, startling the pair as the turned wide eyed to face the noise. Andrea walked into the kitchen, yawning as she tugged down her shirt. Her tired eyes fell upon the bloody scene, rolling her eyes as she wandered over to the medicine cabinet; taking out the first aid kit that was kept in the cupboard before dragging her zombie like body over to Gerard. Frank watched as she placed the box on the counter, raising Gerard’s head with her hand; her beautifully blue eyes which were so adorably innocent locked onto his as she offered him a sympathetic smile. “You numpty” She giggled, taking him by the hand and examined it.

Frank opened his mouth to speak but swiftly turned away from them; storming out of the kitchen and back up to their bedroom; feeling hurt by the whole situation. Why did he want his help? Sure he wasn’t a doctor but it was only a small cut on his hand, he could have easily helped him? What was his problem? He dragged his hands down his face, growing ever more agitated as he paced up and down his room. “Is everything alright?” a timid voice asked in the dark. Frank glanced behind him to find Jenny standing in the doorway, her pale face looking frighteningly sick in the moonlight. “I was about to ask you the same thing” He replied, walking towards her as worry began to cloud around his heart. She had never looked this terrible before. He gently placed a hand to her forehead, his eyes widening as a scorching heat burned from her skin. “Honey we need to get you some help” he said worriedly, cupping her face. Jenny held his wrists, slowly lowering his hands from her face as she sighed irritably. She was fine, she kept telling people she was fine; why wasn’t anyone listening to her?

Suddenly she collapsed in his arms, a sharp pain shooting through her abdomen as she cried out in pain. “Frank... help me” She cried, tears trailing down her cheeks as the pain worsened. Frank scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to her bedroom. Levi awoke to the sound of her cries, jumping out of the bed as Frank lay her down. “Oh god what’s wrong with her? Andrea!” Levi shouted, holding his girlfriend in his arms as Frank slowly backed away; panic in his eyes as he tried to think of a way to help. Footsteps came running up the stairs. Andrea rushed into the room, pushing her way past Frank as she stabbed a needle into Jenny’s neck; holding her fingers against her skin as Jenny slowly drifted out of conciousnous.

“What did you do to her?” Levi cried, tapping Jenny’s face as he tried to wake her. Andrea grabbed his arm, pulling him off the bed and away from her as she stared angrily into his face. “I gave her a sedative, it’ll knock her out for a couple of hours” She replied sternly.“What’s wrong with her?” Billie said as he entered the room; terror filled his eyes as he stared at the woman he cared so much for, battling something he could not save her from. “She’s really sick. If she doesn’t get proper medical treatment, she’ll die” She replied matter-of-factly, not looking up from Jenny’s motionless body as she felt her face for a fever. The four men exchanged worried glances, unsure of what to do in this terrifying moment.

“What do we do?” Gerard asked quietly.

Andria sighed, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes as she looked back at Gerard with a sombre expression. “There have been broadcasts on the radio about a government refuge centre. If we can get her there, we might have a chance of saving her” She replied coldly.

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Billie carried Jenny into the car, kissing her on the forehead as she slowly came back round. “Where...where are we bill?” She croaked, her eyes fluttered open as she wearily checked her surroundings. Billie smiled, a weak smile. “We’re going to get you some help” He reassured, stroking her cheek as he closed the door, walking around the front passenger seat of the car.

Gerard threw the last of the bags into the boot of the car, wiping his dusty hands on his jeans. “Hey Gerard?” Frank called, walking over to him. Gerard slammed the boot shut, quickly walking round to the driver’s seat of the car before Frank grabbed his arm; concern filled his eyes as Gerard snatched his arms away. “What’s wrong with you? Have I said something or done anything to upset you? I mean if I have I’m sorry babe” He said quietly, a small, boyish smile slowly forming on his lips as he edged closer to Gerard, his fingers entwining with his as he tried to make up with him. Gerard stepped away from him, running a hand through his hair. “Just leave it Frank” He replied miserably as he climbed into the car, leaving Frank more hurt and confused than ever.

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