5 days of rock bottomness

Gerard’s POV

Today is the first day I haven’t woken up sick. It’s been 17 days since it all came out. I know because I’ve been counting. It’s been 17 days filled with constant headaches and throwing up. I’ve been doing better with eating and I haven’t taken been drinking or doing any drugs all this time. I roll out of bed and as soon as I hit the floor I feel arms, probably Mikey’s pulling me to my knees as I’m dragged toward the bathroom. This had become a regular thing. Everybody had gotten tired of having to clean puke off the floor. At first I had been too weak to do it myself and that meant that someone else had to do it.
“Mikey… Mikey stop.” I mumbled groggily and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
“Well you can clean the floor then Gee.”
“Nobody needs to clean the floor.” I look up and see a huge smile spread across his face. “I’m okay.”
“Woah, he didn’t throw up!” I hear from behind me and I turn around to see Frank in the doorway. Ray’s and Bob’s face’s appear at his shoulders.
“Nice job Gee!”Bob says before pushing past Frank to grab me under the arms. He lifts me to my feet and carries me out of the bunk room, throwing me down onto the couch. I’m about to get up to get some coffee when Frank sits down on my chest.
“Oww Frank! You little fucker! What are you doing?!” he laughs but doesn’t get off of me.
“I’m not little! But I guess that means you feel better better?” he asks.
“Yeah, I actually don’t feel like death today.” I respond and he smiles. I finally manage to sit up and he slides down to my lap where I put my arms around him. I look up at his face in time to see his smile fade a little and his eyes darken with sadness. “What’s wrong Frank?” I ask him, concerned.
“I was just thinking, Gee, I’m glad you didn’t kill yourself.” I was aware that everybody else had been watching in amusement as Frank held me down but now they turned their attention to our conversation. Despite the seriousness of his statement, I found myself smiling.
“Me too, Frankie.” The smile returned to his face. “I love you Frank. I love you Mikey. I love you Ray. I love you Bob. Thank you all so much.” I buried my face in Frank’s side and squeezed him tight. He stroked my hair.
“Do you love yourself Gee?” he asked me. I half smiled into him.
“Not yet. I’ll get there.”

Notes

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