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Of All The Illness In All The World, You Had To Get Mine
2 reviewsLydia gets sick and is ordered into solitory confinment. Guess who else gets it!
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Updating from my lil plastic cuz's laptop. So typing could be worse than usual. Sorry about thay. I love you reviewers!!! You totally make my shitty days sooo much better! I love hearing what you guys think and my ego has been thoroughly stroked ;) Lol!
Gerard's P.O.V
I'm so fucking sick!!! I have a fever, my body aches all over, I feel like my head's about to explode and I can't keep anything down. It's like detoxing all over again, just without the shakes and paranoia.
Lydia's sick too, she gave it to me. It was all that amazing making-out yesterday. It's odd though, she's the opposite of Frank that way. He gets sick all the time and Lydia rarely gets sick but when she does she gets it worse than anyone else. Which is weird. I can hear her bitch about being sick from the back room. I'm in my bunk with a basin next to me. I'm blaming her for getting sick...and I have a show to do tonight!!! Eugh...I'm going to die...
I'm gonna sleep. Hmmmm...sleep is gooood.
Lydia' P.O.V
Fuck this!!! I hate being sick!!! I can barely breath without it being kinda painful. Frank can't even come near me in-case he gets it too. So Mikey pretty much chucked me out my bunk and into the back-room. It's pretty lonely but I'm enjoying the quietness of it all. I have thinking time for once.
I lay on the couch/bed with my eyes shut, thinking about life in general when a soft knock came on the door.
"Enter if you dare" I said weakly. Bob's head peeked around the door.
"How's our little patient today?" he asked, a sympathetic smile on is lips.
"I'm pretty sure I'm dying, I smell like vomit, I can't get rid of the taste of vomit, some of its in my hair, my bodt aches like there's no tomorrow and to top it all off I have my perios...But apart from that I'm just peachy. Yourself?" I growled, glaring at Bob. He looked like he'd rather not have asked.
"Um, well we have another patient and your both gonna have to live here till your better"
I groaned to myself.
'Pleae let it be Frank, please let it be Frank, please let it be Frank'. I prayed silently into myself.
The door opened and in shuffled a pyjama clad Gerard with a blanket wrapped around him. Mikey brought in his stuff a while later. He didn't say anything to me, just stared moodily at the ceiling. Well isn't this going to be fun...
I know it's super tiny but be thankful for getting an uo-date at all. Also I'm thinking the finally "do it" in the next chapter. I don't know why I put it like that. Lol. But let me know if they should get some luvin or not.
xoxo Sam
Gerard's P.O.V
I'm so fucking sick!!! I have a fever, my body aches all over, I feel like my head's about to explode and I can't keep anything down. It's like detoxing all over again, just without the shakes and paranoia.
Lydia's sick too, she gave it to me. It was all that amazing making-out yesterday. It's odd though, she's the opposite of Frank that way. He gets sick all the time and Lydia rarely gets sick but when she does she gets it worse than anyone else. Which is weird. I can hear her bitch about being sick from the back room. I'm in my bunk with a basin next to me. I'm blaming her for getting sick...and I have a show to do tonight!!! Eugh...I'm going to die...
I'm gonna sleep. Hmmmm...sleep is gooood.
Lydia' P.O.V
Fuck this!!! I hate being sick!!! I can barely breath without it being kinda painful. Frank can't even come near me in-case he gets it too. So Mikey pretty much chucked me out my bunk and into the back-room. It's pretty lonely but I'm enjoying the quietness of it all. I have thinking time for once.
I lay on the couch/bed with my eyes shut, thinking about life in general when a soft knock came on the door.
"Enter if you dare" I said weakly. Bob's head peeked around the door.
"How's our little patient today?" he asked, a sympathetic smile on is lips.
"I'm pretty sure I'm dying, I smell like vomit, I can't get rid of the taste of vomit, some of its in my hair, my bodt aches like there's no tomorrow and to top it all off I have my perios...But apart from that I'm just peachy. Yourself?" I growled, glaring at Bob. He looked like he'd rather not have asked.
"Um, well we have another patient and your both gonna have to live here till your better"
I groaned to myself.
'Pleae let it be Frank, please let it be Frank, please let it be Frank'. I prayed silently into myself.
The door opened and in shuffled a pyjama clad Gerard with a blanket wrapped around him. Mikey brought in his stuff a while later. He didn't say anything to me, just stared moodily at the ceiling. Well isn't this going to be fun...
I know it's super tiny but be thankful for getting an uo-date at all. Also I'm thinking the finally "do it" in the next chapter. I don't know why I put it like that. Lol. But let me know if they should get some luvin or not.
xoxo Sam
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