Kill This Venom From My Heart

The sound of the small crowd lining the fence screaming my name is almost deafening to me as I make my way across the parking lot to the bus, desperate to escape for a few minutes of peace and quiet, feeling completely overwhelmed, my stomach acting up again along with my usual anxiety leaving me feeling sick and in pain as well. The rest of the guys stay behind to sign autographs and take pictures but I can't stomach even the idea of close fan interaction right now so I sneak onto the bus and climb into my bunk, closing my eyes and focusing on keeping my breathing even and the next thing I know the guys are coming back onto the bus and ten minutes later we start moving, heading to the next stop on our tour. Bob comes to my bunk a few minutes after we start driving and slowly pulls my curtain back, pity written all over his face as he says "You alright Frankie?" "Yeah I just...." "I get it, it's alright" Bob reassures me before adding "Get some sleep" and he closes my curtain and his footsteps move back towards the front of the bus. I lay in silence for another few minutes, the only sound being that of the bus moving along the road until I can't take it any longer, climbing out of my bunk and going into the front lounge to grab a bottle of water, climbing back into my bunk and swallowing down my medication and praying relief comes soon. My stomach still hurts too much to fall asleep and the guys don't want me to smoke in the bus so I pull out my laptop, starting it up and finding that I can receive internet signal where we're driving so I log into twitter, checking everything out and seeing what people are saying about tonight's show before logging into Skype and smiling when I see the person I want to talk to online.
Gwhiz: Hey, how was the show?
FrnK: Good, although my stomach is acting up right now and travelling isn't really helping : (
Gwhiz: That really sucks, but atleast you'll be done with the tour real soon
I smile to myself as I realise he's right and tomorrow I will be playing the last show on this leg of the tour and then I can go home. I know the rest of the guys would probably kill me for becoming close to a fan but this kid seems completely different. He has been communicating with me over twitter for a long time and he just gets me and twitter interactions turned into us interacting on Skype and I am seriously considering giving him my phone number.
FrnK: I can't wait to be done with this tour, I love to play but I really just want to go to bed and never get up again. I'm getting kinda tired so I might call it a night
Gwhiz: Alright, talk later?
FrnK: Yeah actually I was thinking about something and....how would you feel about exchanging numbers?
Gwhiz: Really?
FrnK: I've been thinking about it and I trust you to not spread my number
Gwhiz: I'd never do that, id like to exchange numbers

The next morning I wake up and we're already at the venue, the other guys already up and in the front lounge. The day passes in a stressful blur of interviews and sound check and before I know it I am sitting back stage in the dressing room waiting to go on and my phone buzzes in my pocket.
G: Hey saw your interview from earlier, are you alright? You look really unwell or something?
I smile when I see his message and I click to reply, 'Yeah just my stomach acting up again. Really didn't feel like doing interviews today.' Before he replies we are called to the stage and I slip my phone into my bag before following the other guys from the room and we go on stage, playing our last show for two months.

Notes

So....new fic. Would love some feedback