I cracked my eyes open groaning, my head was killing me. I stared at the bunk above me; it was Mikey's I'm pretty sure . I sighed and rolled out of bed, opening the curtain and stepping it yawning and stretching. I stumbled to where the rest of the band is. Mikey was on his laptop sipping coffee, Ray was brushing his fro why he was brushing it I have no idea, it did absolutely nothing. Frank was strumming Pansy and Bob was drumming against the table. I walked over to the couch that Mikey was on and lied down curling up into a ball. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and groaned. Mikey looked away from his laptop and looked at me with his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Gerard, are you okay?” He asked concerned. I looked over to him slightly pale.

“Yeah,” I croaked. “I’m fine.” I groaned at Bob’s drumming. It was making my head so much worse. I looked up and looked around at everyone; they were all looking at me with concern in their eyes. I sighed and closed my eyes curling back up into a ball.

I must have fallen asleep because the next think I know I’m being shaken awake which is not helping my nausea. I cracked my eyes opened and looked up to see Frank standing above me looking down at me. I looked up at him with unfocused eyes.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Mikey, Ray, and Bob are going to go out to a bar.” He sat down next to me and started to stroke my sweat soaked hair out of my eyes.

“Why aren’t you going?” I croaked at him.

“I wanted to make sure you’re alright and take care of you.” He whispered to me. I hummed in reply and closed my eyes. But before I could sleep Frank was shaking me awake. “Gee, you can’t sleep. You have to eat something.” I glared at him and struggled to sit up. He helped me and walked off into the small kitchen on the bus. He heard him banging around in there. I was sitting against the couch swaying back and forth slightly trying not to throw up all over the floor.

Frank came back with a bowl and handed it to me. I looked down and say that it was tomato soup. The smell was making me feel sicker. I careful picked up the spoon and swirled the soup around with it. I felt the couch dip to the right of me and looked over to see Frank staring at me.

“Eat; it’ll make you feel better.” He instructed. I sighed and scooped some up into the spoon and put it in my mouth. I swallowed and it burned all the down to my stomach. I could literally feel the soup settle in my stomach weird. It made we feel worse. I ate about half the bowl until I had to stop eating and place it on the table. I could feel the soup in my stomach, unsettling. I could feel it start to creep up my throat. I clamped a hand over my mouth and rushed to the bathroom ignoring Frank’s shouts after me.

I ran in and locked the door behind me kneeling in front of the toilet and letting all the contents of my stomach out and into the bowl. When I was done gagging I leaned against the wall and groaned. My stomach still hurt along with my head and Frank’s frantic pointing on the door wasn’t helping either.

“Gee?” He asked, “You alright in there?”

“Yeah,” I croaked out. My throat was still raw from throwing up. “I’m fine.”

“Will you let me in?” He asked. I groaned I didn’t want to move it all. I felt like if I did I was going to throw up again. I crawled over to the door and weakly reached up unlocking the door then slumping back down. I felt so weak and hot. I looked up to see Frank staring down at me with a look of concern.

“Gee, you don’t look good. Why don’t we get you off the floor and into bed?” I nodded but then a wave of nausea hit me and I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to not throw up on poor Frankie, not sure he would like that that much. I rushed back to the toilet and threw up. But since I had nothing left I was just throwing up stomach acid. I could feel it burning it way up my throat and out of my mouth making my nose run. I felt someone kneel next to me and hold my hair out of the way. I leaned back, exhausted. I leaned slightly into Frank and felt him wrap his arms around me.

“Gerard, I’m taking you to bed,” he whispered into my ear. I just nodded and closed my eyes. I felt him stand up and gently pull me up wrapping his arm around my shoulder to give me support I leaned heavily on him barely moving my legs. I felt so fucking sick. He dragged towards my bed and sat me down on the edge of it, grntly pulling my shirt off og my uncooperative arms. If I was more Gerard-like I would have blushed at him seeing my pale and skinny chest. But like I said I was not normal and I did no such thing. Instead I just lied down and wrapped myself in blankets.

I watched as Frank walked away and come back with a bucket placing it on the ground next to me. He was about to walk away when I reached out and grasped his wrist with my long and pale fingers. He looked at me with questioning eyes.

“Can you stay with me? Please? I just don’t wanna be alone,” I mumbled to him. I watched him from the corner of my eye softly smile and take his shirt off.

“Of course I will.” I closed my eyes and felt the bed dip slightly and then warm strong arms wrap around my waist and pulling me closer to him. He softly kissed the top of my head and buried his face in my greasy hair.

“Thanks Frankie,” I sighed tiredly.

He chuckled and whispered back to me, “No problem Gee, now get some sleep. We’re supposed to play a show in two days.”

I groaned but snuggled myself deeper into Frankie. The sound of his soft and slow breathing lulled me to sleep. My last thought before I fell asleep was, I hope I’m better for that show in two days…

Notes

Half way through this Fake Your Death came on my ipod so i had to stop and just cry to myself :c


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