What's life like bleeding on the floor

Franks POV

Shit i shouldnt have eaten that icecream. Most fattening thing ever. Ugh.

God im so stupid! Its only been like 4 minutes though, so maybe i can just throw it all up. Still...

"uh, gerard?" I say standing up. We had previously been on the ground. "Mmhm?" He replies, standing up and looking at me concernedly. "I need to, uh, use the restroom." I say nervously.

"uh, ok?..." He says, still looking concerned. "What? Is it abnormal that i, as a human being, need to shit?" I say sarcastially. he laughs and I smile.

we cross the street to the oh-so-conviniently placed restroom across the street.

i tell gerard to wait outside and that ill be out in a sec.

i rush inside and step into a stall, locking the door behind me. I kneel on the cold tiles, shoving two fingers down my throat. The brown liquid, with an aftertaste of chocolate comes gushing up after a few tries. I repeat this process till my stomach is empty.

"F-frank?" Oh shit. I took too long didnt i. Then of course gerard gets worried and comes to check on me. Shit.

"yeah?" I say, as innocently as possible, and quickly picking myself off the floor. "Unlock the door frank." "Uh, yeah, sure."

i wipe my chin with my sleeve and flush the toilet. I unlock the door to find gerard standing a few feet away, crying silently. "gerard-i- I'm sorry..." I say.

"Frank? Why? Why would you even... i just don't GET it. Your so perfect, it just doesnt- " he sighs. "I'm sorry." I say softly.

"come here," he says, pulling me into a bear hug. "Im not perfect..." i mutter. "He pulls away and stares me in the eyes. He sighs softly and shakes his head. Then he pulls me back into his embrace.

Notes

Aww. Poor Frankie.
title from papa roach song that i dont remember the title of.