Can You Hear Me Cry Out To You?

Dee's P.O.V Time Lapse>>>>>>>>>> One month later. Music Biz. "Come on, Frank." I whined. "Your worse than a kid. Every model I've ever met changes faster than you. You've already taken an hour. Your only changing into a suit." I wasn't exaggerating. He was supposed to be doing a photo shoot. An article called 'Frank gets serious'. Hence the suit. But after an hour, he still hadn't emerged. I heard a moan. It sounded pained. "FRANK?" I shouted. He moaned out a 'help.' "GERARD." I shouted as loud as I could, trying the door. It wouldn't budge. So I grabbed the frame and kicked it full force, just as Gerard rushed in. Frank was on the floor holding his stomach. "Fuck." I cursed as I dropped to my knees and pulled him into my arms. "What's wrong, Frank?" I asked. "Talk to me." Gerard dropped to his knees infront of us. "This doesn't look like your usual problem." I frowned. "What did you eat last night?" Gerard frowned at me. "Vegatarian lasagne at Trè's, the restaurant." Frank managed. I looked at Gerard. "Get Mikey to check on Jamia, now." I ordered. "Jamia? Why?" "I got a report last night that Vegatarians eating the lasagne at certain local food establishments were getting food poisoning." I stated. "Something about the replacement meat supplied by the same place. It's dodgy. Trè's was one of them." Gerard grabbed his phone and dialed Mikey as I looked back down at Frank. "It's okay, Frank." I said as he leaned away from me and threw up. "I'm sorry." He whispered as he moved back into my arms. I laughed, dryly. "Don't worry about it. What's a little sick between friends?" I said. He gave a dry laugh then groaned again, clutching his stomach. I grabbed my phone and dialed Matty. Being a paramedic, he can help. Matty: "Hey, Dee. What's up?" Me: "Medical emergency." Matty: "What? Are you okay?" Me: "Not me. Frank has food poisoning. We're at Music Biz. Help? Please?" Matty: "I'll be there in five minutes, ten tops." Me: "Thanks, Matty." We hung up. I realised that Gerard was staring at me. I smiled up at him. "You okay, baby?" I asked, stroking Frank's hair. He frowned. "You have Matty's number?" He asked. I sighed. "Please tell me your not getting jealous." Gerard moved to kiss my lips, briefly. "Not a chance." He said, smiling slightly. "Never again. I've learnt my lesson. I trust you." I smiled. "Bout bloody time."Frank groaned out. I looked down and frowned. He looked so pale. Sweat poured off of him from every pore. I unbuttoned his shirt and grabbed a towel from nearby. "JOHNNY." I shouted. He appeared in the changing rooms hallway. "Wet this." I said throwing the towel at him. "Cold water. Get a bucket of ice too." I looked at Gerard. "We need to get him in just his boxers." "I'm a happily married man." Frank joked. "That's okay." I said, grinning at Gerard. "So's Gerard." Johnny walked back in and gave me the wet towel and put a small bucket of ice close by. I nodded my head to thank him. Then set the towel down while I helped Gerard strip Frank. Once he was in just his boxers, I laid him on a dry towel on the floor, using the cold wet towel to give him a little bit of modesty. Then I emptied the ice over him. Gerard stared at me in complete shock as Frank slowly stopped shaking and closed his eyes. The door opened and Matty rushed in. He paused as he grinned at me. "No bath here." I stated. "I see you read the notice." He said as he dropped to his knees by Frank. "Great idea. Should keep his temperature down." I sat back so he could do his work and called Mikey. Mikey: "Hey, Dee." Me: "Hey. Did you find her?" Mikey: "She's passed out on the floor. Sweating like mad." Me: "Fill the bath with cold water and as much ice as you can find. She has food poisoning. Matty's here treating Frank." "Nearly done. Who's next?" Matty said as he packed up. Me: "Matty's gonna take Frank home. He can treat Jamia there. Have you sorted the bath?" Mikey: "Got Ray and Bob sorting it while I sit with Jamia." I look at Matty. "Jamia is Frank's wife. Mikey, Ray and Bob are there. Ray and Bob are sorting the bath while Mikey watches over Jamia. Can you take Frank to her?" Matty nods. "Sure. He looks small enough to fit in my boot." I laugh. "Your lucky he's asleep or you'd be getting a mouth full." Johnny helped Matty get Frank in the car. Then set off. I turned to Marina Cortez. One of music biz's reporters. A beautiful, plump thirty year old, long black haired woman. "Could you help Johnny clean up, please?" She smiled. "Of course." She said, happily. Then walked to the janitors closet. I turn to look over the staff. "Listen up, everyone." I called. They all went quiet and looked at me. "Frank is a good friend. So NO articles or pictures about what just happened. It doesn't leave this room." I looked at Jenna Rhodes. "People need to know about the food poisoning. But no mention of Frank OR his wife. Use studio three and broadcast now. Read the notice to them. Tell them what to do if a bath isn't available." She nodded then stood up, but waited for me to say I was finished. "This is a emergency notice. Mention the restaurants effected but make it clear that they didn't know. I chose each and everyone of you because I believe that you all can be trusted. Don't let me down. Okay, I'm going home. So if you need me, you know where I am." I paused, shooting a quick look at Gerard. "Scratch that. If you need anything, DON'T contact me. Ask Johnny. I'm going home to relax with my husband. Bye." I grabbed Gerard's arm and headed for the elevato

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Love as always.xxx