Contagious

Did he seriously have to do that? I glare at the pearly walls, covered in pictures of grizzlies and pandas. Of course, it was better than those 'you are what you eat' and 'what happens if you smoke' images that had been there before, but he could have settled for something less irrelevant. Like a Pixies poster, or Black Sabbath. It would be marvelous to get a Maiden or Scorpions one. Perhaps Dio or Led Zeppelin or even Pantera. Hell, he could have gotten a KISS one and I would still be elated.

The door creaked, and I dropped my head back unto the pillow. A tall figure quietly stepped their way to me, and I immediately knew who it was. He bent down and poked my arm with a pencil.

"Wake up Gerard," he ran fingers through my obsidian hair. "It's that time of the month..."

I wish I could laugh in front of him, but I can't. The mask over my mouth would heat up and I would get a fever. That meant more medications, more doctors, more time wasted, and my favorite....needles *cough* SARCASM *cough. Instead, I grin just enough so he could see my cheekbones rise.

"What's with the walls, Mikey?" I ask in confusion.

He adjusted his tie and rested his chin between his thumb and index finger, like Sherlock Holmes. "The doctor said you could either have medical images or 'bare' walls," Mikey replied.

I rolled my eyes. "Such a fucking tease."

"You love me though!" Mikey smirked. "Anyways, get dressed. We're going out."

"I thought you said it was 'that time of the month'."

"Yeah, the time of the month I get you a present," he corrected. "And this month, it's gonna be huge!"

Mikey has this thing with giving me gifts, he thinks I'm on the verge of dying every single month. It's not that I don't like him giving stuff to me and all, but it's mostly stuff I can't use or stuff I already have. Last month he gave me a clipboard, and the month before he gave me a pencil. A month before that, he gave me an imaginary motorcycle.

And didn't give me the fucking keys.

"It's not something you can touch."

"Is it gonna be the keys to that imaginary motorcycle?" I joke, but I really think that's what he'll give me. "If that's what you got, I'll be willing to take them off your hands."

"Oh," my brother sighed dramatically. "I thought you would want to take a trip, for a little bit...but I bet you and those imaginary motorcycle keys will do fine in this marshmallow."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he slipped away from me. "As long as you don't do that, we're good to go by tomorrow!" Oh right, I can't touch people. Oh well.

"Yay!" I squealed. "I'm going to get something to wear, this hospital gown is hideous! No fucking way, I need to find my band shirts! Is it acceptable to wear eyeliner? When was the last time I left here? I don't know. I have to look great..." I rambled.

"Don't forget you have to get blood tests, so off you go," he playfully waved his hand to dismiss me. I pouted, he knows I hate needles. "I'll be going, try not to suffer."

After he left the room, I skipped to the nurses happily. And I hate nurses.

Who cares? I'm getting out of here!

Notes

new story c: please tell me if I should continue!