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It's been a turbulent month since Gee's hospital visit. It's like as soon as he woke up the next morning he'd forgotten everything and started yelling and crying when I kissed his hand. He lives with Geoff and I now, but he doesn't ever leave his room. He stays holed away, barely even emerging for food and the occasional shower. Every morning I wake up and see a set of dishes and his clothes from the day before outside his door, folded and stacked neatly. He doesn't even leave to go outside. Sometime I just sit outside his door with my ear against the thin wood, listening as sobs rack his body and he curses everything around him.

This morning I'm sitting cross legged against the opposite wall, my hands weighed down by a load of dirty dishes. I have to do something. I need to see his face again, make sure he's still alive and healthy. I can hear Geoff downstairs, tromping around the kitchen as he prepares his food for the day. Usually in the morning he sings and yells crude jokes up the stairs to me, but ever since Gee came he's fallen silent, only muttering the quick 'morning' when I happen to walk past for a cup of coffee. It's like a giant, crushing grey cloud of melancholy.

I go back to staring at Gee's door, just waiting for the tiniest signs of life. The sounds of his voice or the slight jiggle of the ratty doorknob. But I receive nothing. Its just as depressing quiet and desolate as before. Finally becoming sick with boredom, I haul myself to my feet and head downstairs, tossing the dishes into the sink and looking at Geoff helplessly, "He hasn't even come out for a shower in 4 days..."

Geoff sighs and cracks an egg into a pan, "I know, but I mean, imagine what he's going through right now Berty."

Growling softly, I grab a loaf of bread from the gritty basket by the stove, fishing out a hard chunk of week old bread and chucking it at Geoff's temple. He shrieks and drops his spatula to the floor, spinning quickly on his ankles and shooting daggers at me with his eyes. "What the fuck was that for?!"

"I need your help." I sigh, running my forefinger through the elastic band of my sweats.

He blinks at me, his blue eyes going cold and steely, "So you give me a concussion?"

I roll my eyes, "I needed your attention first... look Gee has to come down."

He tosses his hands into the air, "Wow, Bert! You sure do catch on quick!"

I drop my chin and snort at him, "Make him something to eat. Something good, and different."

He looks down at the stove, the egg has was frying was now burnt and the yolk had literally exploded. "Fine... but your sweet ass is mine later."

I just laugh and start my way towards the stairs, smiling internally as I hear Geoff root through the cabinets for ingredients. I trudge up the steps slowly, the perfect dialogue running through my head. I'm going to get Gee to come out if it kills me.

I knock quietly, pressing the side of my face to the door, "Gee? You wanna come down and have some breakfast."

I hear the sound of skin shifting through fabric, and a very muffled moan. I twist the doorknob, "Geoff is a really good cook. Please just let us know you're still alive."

"Go away."

His voice sounds shaky and rough, and it takes every I have to not burst through the door. I collect myself with a deep sigh and try for round two. "Please Gee... we're worried sick about you..."

My cheek is practically glued to the door, and I can hear him shuffling around his room, grunting quietly. He turns the knob, and I back away from the door, not stopping until I feel my back hit the wall. He stumbles out, looking thin and disheveled, his bony hand resting over his stomach which had barely even begun to swell. I give him a soft smile and extend my hand, "Come on, I think he's making french toast."

Gee just sighs sadly and stares down at the carpet. I drape an arm over his shoulder, but he just sneers and bucks his back and pushes me away, rushing downstairs so he's out of arm's reach. He plops down at the bar, laying his head on the counter top and just looks ahead, out the window and at the tiny park. It's empty, the weather now far too cold for swings and slides. I slip onto the stool beside him, and clear my throat to get Geoff's attention. He jerks up, nearly dropping the plate he was holding, "What?"

I glance over at Gee, and pull a worried face. Geoff just shrugs and sets the plate down in front of him, "Here... it's scrambled eggs with cheese and ham, and some peppers and onions too."

Gee looks down at it, and a look of utter disgust crosses his face. Geoff's features crumble, "D-Do you want something else?"

He shakes his head, and sinks back down to his lowly position, "I feel sick."

I bite my lip, the air around us becoming heavy with silence, "It's probably morning sickness. Try having a little juice."

He nods into the counter top, and mumbles, "Just make it stop hurting."

I put a hand on the small of his back, "It goes away after the first trimester, and yeah, it sucks I know."

He just shifts and lifts his head ever so slightly, the faint signs of a smile beginning to appear on his saccharine lips. But then it collaspes and his eyes grow wide and glassy, he bolts from his stool and towards the bathroom, the sounds of violent heaving breaking the awkward silence of the kitchen. Geoff sighs deeply and looks down at the plate of eggs, "Well... I just lost my appitite."



After about 30 minutes of vomitting and crying, Gee emerges from the bathroom and curls up on the couch, burying his head into the mound of mismatched pillows. Geoff is sitting in the armchair, smoking thoughtfully on a cigarette and tapping a pen against a piece of torn paper. I look up from my spot on the floor to Gee's now dozing form, and make a move to stand.

"Geoff, put the cigarette out. From now on we have to smoke outside." I chide, sitting down by Gee's feet.

He looks up, blowing a stream of white smoke from his nose, "Are you kidding me?"

I shake my head, "Not when Gee is around, he and the baby could become sick."

Geoff growls and stubs the stick into a nearby ashtray, "Fine."

I roll my eyes, "Could you try and act mature for one day in your life?"

"No!" he shouts stupidly, heading towards the stairs, "I have to work in 2 hours, and I won't be back until 8."

I shrug, I'd taken the week off to help get Gee a bit more aquainted to me and the house. Today was just the first step, actually getting him out of his room and socializing with Geoff and I. I look over at him, the way his body is curled up in this adorable little ball, and the way his arms are splayed across the couch. He snorts quietly in his sleep and rolls onto his side, tucking his knees into his chest for warmth. I grab a blanket from the arm chair and toss it over his form, taking my place back by his ankles, "Gee... you awake?"

He lets out a soft moan, "Kinda... my stomach is killing. it kept me up all night."

I nod sympathetically, "You've been having heartburn too?"

He nods and groans, his head flopping back onto the pillows, "No matter what I eat, it always happens."

I crack a smile, "I have the perfect medicine."

He shakes his head, "I've tried [i]everything[/i] Bert. Just let me live with it."

I pull at his naked big toe and giggle when he lets out a yelp of surprise, "I ment a chocolate mint milkshake. It'll calm you're stomach too."

He looks up, his eyes as big as dinner plates, "Milkshake?"

Rolling my eyes, I go into the kitchen, Gee following behind like a lovesick puppy.

"You're fucking amazing Bert."

I laugh and open the freezer, pulling out the familar lime green ice cream. Just as I find the scoop, the doorbell begins to ring frantically. Gee eyes the door with a look of apprehension, but I just shrug, "It's probably a kid trying to sell magazines. I'll get it."

I walk to the from door, wiping my frosty hands on my thighs before opening the front door.

"Is there a Gerard Way here?" A voice booms as soon as I feel the door give way and open.

Gasping, I stumble back from the door and yell for Geoff.

It's the fucking police.