Contagious

If I had a handsome radar, it'd be blaring red with sirens, this stranger was gorgeous. His eyes were drawing me closer to him. Mikey stared at me quizically, and put a hand gently in the air. "Frank, this is my brother, Gerard," he explained. This Frank guy smirked, running a hand through those raven locks.

His other hand was held in front of me, and I was confused. "Nice to meet you, Gerard. You're Mikey's little brother?"

We shook hands(?!)

My face went in awe. I was creeped out from the fact that he actually wanted to shake my hand, I mean, I'm diseased. But what really bugged me is that he called me Mikey's LITTLE brother. I look mature as fuck.

Mikey might have had a hieght advantage, but I'm slightly more muscular (slightly, I may put). Muscular people tend to look older or more mature. Or so I hoped.

"Um, I'm his older brother actually," I sighed.

Frank laughed, but it came out as a giggle. It sounded like one of those giggles a girl would have with her girl-friends, not one that came from a man searching for supplies of a motor.

Mikey rolled his eyes. "Now that we've got ourselves introduced, let's get Frank what he's looking for."

Mikey left the room. Curiously, I jumped from the couch, nearly spilling my beverage. I groggily pounced by Frank, who giggled once more. "Wow Gerard..."

"So what're the spark plugs for?" I asked, tilting my head like a kitty cat.

"Macaroni necklaces," he rolled his eyes. "Fixing motors for some rich folks, they're paying me big cash."

I looked down to my feet, red converse. Frank nudged my shoulder, and I looked up.

"You don't talk much, do you?" he mentioned casually, pointing. "Hey...what's that over your mouth?"

Here we go again. I had a fucking chance. Not anymore. "It's a mask...I'm sick."

"Oh," Frank smiled. "I hope you feel better soon. How long have you been sick?"

"Very long time. I've always had medical conditions and illnesses, and I've been cured or I managed each and every one of them. For the past---I think six years---I've been having this one virus that won't go away and is harder to manage. It's terrible."

"So, where did you stay before today?"

"A hospital. Where there is batshit food," I mention the food because it was that bad.

"So, your family visits you a lot?" he grinned pleasantly. I've never seen anyone so attentive or interested in my life. Most of the time I don't talk about it, and when I do, the listener shrugs it away.

"Mikey. My parents are assholes who are afraid I will infect them," I hiss in hatred. "But Mikey visits me a lot, like at least once a week, at the least. He doesn't want to touch me, but at least he'll speak with me."

"You never told me about you illness...." Frank continued.

"Let's make this all scientific and boring, shall we?" I smirked.

"We shall," Frank laughed.

"Okay, so I have an organ..." I pointed to my lower stomach. "...let's name her Jill. Now Jill is sending all the energy from the stuff I eat and signals from all the things I touch...." I pointed to the center of my stomach. "...to Wendy. And Wendy has to send them to the overlord, Casey..." I point to my head. "Lord Casey receives the messages and then reacts as so...and that's how we do stuff. But, my virus started attacking Jill and Jill gave the wrong message. Then POOF! I get hurt and Wendy doesn't recieve the message, therefore Casey doesn't do anything and I may die...." I explain.

"What? I didn't understand..." Frank exclaimed. "And why are all your organs females anyways?" He started giggling that same laugh again.

"Fine, you want plain English? My virus started attacking by making my organs go funny, and since it started in one of the organs that controls every part of me, NOT the brain by the way, everything goes berserk."

"Example?"

"One night, I slammed my head against the wall..." I shuddered in the memory.

"I do that sometimes."

"...repeatedly," I could hear the smacking of my own head against that hospital wall. I shook my head to allow the memory to fade away.

"H-how come you're not d-doing that s-stuff right now?"

"They've been extracting blood from me for a long time, and have found out that medications can fight this thing," I chuckled grimly. "Right now, I'm peachy. See me out of nowhere, I'll start to throw up, and cough..."

"Well that's not too bad..." Frank dared to say.

"...fall, and cut, and throw a punch...

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