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Accidents Happen, I guess

Stomachaches

He knew that when the cramps started it was going to be bad news. It was some gut feeling, the sinking you get low down and you know your instincts are right even if you refuse to acknowledge them.

Frank Iero got sick all the fucking time. It didn’t matter if it was summer and so hot that your ear wax would melt. He could get sick- and injured. He was a clumsy motherfucker and he was always getting himself into shit. Ray was the one to pull him away from it though, well he tried to anyway.

This is why, when Frank starts getting pains in his stomach, he ignored it and went about his relatively normal life. His job was at night and not even that long so the pain medication would last, right?

It started again at around eleven at night. He was behind the bar with Mikey and Ray whilst Bob was doing his usual thing by the door and Brian and Dewees were in the office. He was wiping down the bar when pain shit through his stomach.

He let out a groan and bent forward, eyes clamped shut and arms instinctively wrapping around himself. After a few moments Frank remembered how to breath- he didn’t realise he stopped- and straightened himself, opening his eyes to be greeted with the worried faces of
two of his best friends.

“Frankie?” Mikey speaks first after some awkward eye contact between the three. His voice is just a bit louder than the music and even though to most his facial expression would look rather blank to an outsider, Frank could see the corner of his mouth twitch down slightly and his eyes crinkle. In Mikey Way terms- that meant he was worried.

“Im fine guys. It’s just a slight stomach ache.” Frank tries to assure them. He puts on his most earnest face, eyes wide as if to beam trust-me into their brains.

“If you’re sure.” Ray sighs hesitantly and nods slightly, Mikey nods too but Frank can tell he’s going to be watched from now on.

Frank’s fine and lasts until they close up the bar. They’re all stood outside at ass o’clock but it’s fine because Mikey gives him a smoke. Fuck he’s been needing one for hours. And a pee, and coffee.

Bob turns to him and opens his mouth to speak but then Frank is bending in pain again, exhaling heavily. The pain just happens so suddenly and then it leaves just as abruptly. It’s like something is constricting inside him. Maybe he has an Alien egg growing inside his intestines.

Bob grabs at his arms and positions him upright again, when Frank opens his eyes he can see them all crowding round him and looking worried.

“Frank, what’s wrong?” Is what Bob asks when he knows Frank can actually answer him. Frank blinks for a second before shrugging slightly.

“I’m not sure, I’ve been having stomach pains for a few days.” It’s not a very specific answer and not really anything to cause an alarm amongst his friends but he sees Mikey purse his lips slightly and knows he’s going to be dragged to the hospital when he wakes up.

“I’m taking you to the hospital tomorrow… or today.” Mikey says and Frank thinks- Told you- bitterly to himself along with a visible grimace. He’s had enough hospital experiences to write 5 fucking novels. Huh, maybe that can be the next fucking Harry Potter- but in a hospital.

“There’s no convincing you lot otherwise is there?” Frank asks and immediately Brian, Mikey, Bob, Ray and even fucking Dewees- the traitor- all shake their head and Frank sighs.

“Fine but I’m going to sleep now. Bob can make sure I don’t end up dead in some drain. Im so lucky to have a huge dude for a roommate.” Frank sees Bob’s lips quirk slightly at the corners. He knows Bob takes it as his personal responsibility to remind Frank of how tiny he is compared to the rest of them. Well, Brian isn’t really that much taller than him but he has a more intimidating look. Kinda.

They say their byes and then all head off to the place their beds are at. Bob keeps looking at Frank from the corner of his eye as if he needs to catch him if he falls- oh, how poetic.

“I’ll be fine Bobert. You’ll see. Mikey will take me to get checked out and it will be nothing.” Frank grins cheekily and Bob agrees just to appear optimistic.

But oh how he was wrong.

Notes

Hey! So I started this fic not long ago on another site and decided to upload It onto here. Even though the chapters are already done I will not be posting them all at on unfortunately. So.. sorry lol.

Let me know what you thought of this chapter if you feel like it lol there is much more to come :)

XOXOC-

Comments

omg I NEED MORE WHY LIFE IS SO CRUEL

Aoismil3 Aoismil3
12/31/17

I'M STILL WORRYING HE'S BLEEDING MY CHILD AND AT LEAST YOU'RE NOT DEAD

Lilyisascarf Lilyisascarf
1/31/16

@AmazingFrerard
No need to thank me, dear, and I'm surprised there aren't that many pan people one of my best friends is...she happens to be my ex but we've moved past the relationship and stay friends. I also love the asexual flag colors! Hehe that's what makes a story, though!

Lilyisascarf Lilyisascarf
11/7/15

oo that's awesome! I love Dan and Phil cx I'm also pan aha x3 and yea the colors are shit T-T I'd rather black and red :D btw awesome chapter!!

xXGothicRhyanXx xXGothicRhyanXx
11/7/15

@Poison Bullet
Thanks! And awesome only know one other pan girl in my college and ive only met 2 others irl and yeah I love the asexual colours, they're pretty and thank you! I try my hardest haha (No seriously this story is made of my blood, sweat and tears...) Xox

AmazingFrerard AmazingFrerard
11/6/15