Let Me Be The One To Save You

Venus P.O.V I woke up before Gerard. So I pulled myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I leaned against the sink and turned on the cold tap. I cupped my hands under the tap and gathered some water, splashing it on my face. I feel....off. Not myself. My stomach feels like a knife is turning in it. My head feels like a woodpecker has taken up residence in there. My neck hurts, bad. I can't turn my head. My legs are weak and I feel like I'm going to be sick. I drop to my knees by the toilet. Leaning over the bowl, I hold my hair back as I throw up. When I'm done, I flush, then try to stand up. My head starts spinning. I can't see straight. I push through it and manage to get to my feet. My stomach is in crippling pain as I practically drag myself to the sink. I feel really dizzy, so I lean against the cold sink, elbows on either side for support. "Gerard." I shout, weakly. Gerard's P.O.V I wake to a pained shout. Turning my head, I see Vee's not beside me. "G...Gerard." I shoot to my feet as Vee shout's me. When I get to the bathroom, Vee is leaning over the sink. Her hairs covering her face. "Baby?" I said as I approached her. "What's wrong, honey?" She pushes some hair behind her ear so I can see her face. She's pale. Really pale. "I..." She opens her eyes as I move to look in her face. She looks......stoned. I frowned. Vee never gets stoned. "I....sick..." She closes her eyes. "You've been sick?" I ask as I put a arm around her. She recoiled then collapsed. I caught her before she hit the floor. "Fuck." I cursed as I carried her to the bed. After laying her down, I called Mikey. Mikey: "Hey, bruv. What's up?" Me: "Vee's not well. She collapsed in the bathroom. She's been sick and she's so fucking pale. Her eye's make her look stoned. Help me?" Mikey: "I'll be there in ten minutes. I have my key." Me: "Thanks, Mikes." After we hung up, I moved Vee as I changed her. She'll go nuts if anyone, other than me, sees her in the bad kitty outfit. It's hard, but I manage to get her in black underwear, black shorts, black bras and a white and black checkered shirt. Then I got dressed in tiger print boxers, dark blue skinny jeans and a blue t-shirt. I packed away the discarded clothes, then sat on the bed by Vee. She stirred, crying out in pain. "Vee, baby?" I reached out for her, but I didn't want to hurt her, so I pulled my hand back. She rolled on her side to face me, her hands wrapped around her stomach. "It...h...hurts." She croaked out as she locked eyes with me. "Your stomach?" I asked. She tried to nod, but cried out again, grabbing her neck, eyes closing. "Your neck too?" "Y...yes. And h...head..." "Your stomach, neck and head hurt?" I asked, worried. She opened her eyes and looked at me again. "Yes. L...legs weak t...too." I reach a hand out to touch her forehead. "Fuck, baby." I said. "Your burning up." She grabbed my hand as I went to move it. "Don't....Don't g...go." She whispered. I smiled as I laid down beside her. "Never, baby." I assured her. A few seconds later, the front door opened and two sets of footprints ran up the stairs. Shortly after, our bedroom door flew open to reveal two out of breath figures. Kristin rushed to Vee's side as Mikey rushed to mine. "What's the symptoms?" Kristin asked, placing a hand on Vee's forehead. "Really bad stomach pain, headache, neck pain and legs weak." I reeled off. "She's also been sick." "She's really hot, Mikey." Kristin said, frowning at him. "We should get her to the hospital." "Yay." Vee said, weak and sarcastically as she gave a sad smile and closed her eyes. I smiled. "I think she loves that idea." "And I think...." She paused to moan. "...That you want a punch. When I feel better." We all laughed. Except Vee of course. "I'll get the car ready. Mikey said as he rushed out the door. "Your going to have to carry her out." Kristin pointed out. I stood up and walked around the bed as Vee turned onto her back, slowly. Kristin backed up. Vee put a arm around my neck as I put one arm under her legs and the other around her back. "Ready, baby?" I asked looking in her eyes. "Not really." She said, quietly. I kissed her hot forehead, then lifted her, gently. She cried out in pain. "I'm sorry, baby." I said, kissing her forehead again. She rested her head on my shoulder. "Not your fault." She whispered. Kristin led us out to the waiting car. She opened the back door and moved aside. I lowered Vee into the seat. She closed her eyes, tight and bit her bottom lip, holding back a cry of pain. Once she was inside, I rushed around the car to get in beside her. Kristin shut Vee's side and climbed in beside Mikey in the front. Vee moved, slowly, to lay down with her head in my lap. I stroked her hair, gently. "Let's go." Mikey said as he started the car.

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Love as always. xxx