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“Hey, I’m back.” I whispered, crossing over to the bed and gently lifting back the covers, sliding in next to Frankie.
“H-hey babe.” Frank managed to choke out, shivering violently even though his body temperature was high and he was soaked in sweat.
“Oh baby, you’re so sick.” I whispered, stroking my fingers through his sweaty hair as I held him to my chest.
“I-I’m s-sorry you h-have to see m-me like this M-mikey.” He mumbled, bunching the covers up around us in an attempt to get warm.
“It’s no big deal Frankie, don’t worry about it.” I soothed as he buried his head into my neck, trying to keep his breathing steady.
“It hasn’t been this bad in a long time… since we were off tour for Christmas last year.” He whispered.
“Frank, you were all alone that Christmas, weren’t you? You weren’t with your parents at all?” I asked and he nodded.
“I didn’t want any of you to see me like that.” He admitted, a twinge of guilt in his hoarse and sickly voice.
“If you ever need anything, you know full well that you only have to call.” I told him, feeling guilty myself for not figuring this out sooner, we all knew Frank’s parents didn’t like him. Hell, they kicked him out when he was sixteen as soon as he finished school but we thought maybe he was with a girl or something, so we never pressed the matter. Come to think about it, he did sound rough on the phone, but he passed it off as too much rich food and too many cigarettes.
“I know.” He mumbled.
“Just try to get some sleep.” I suggested.
“Okay… will you still be here when I wake up?” He asked.
“Of course I will.” I promised, though I knew we were both asleep all ready, really.
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I woke to my skin scorching on a shockingly hot surface and I flinched, opening my eyes and realising the boiling heat source was Frankie. Oh dear god! This is really bad, he’s shaking in his sleep and yet he’s sweating with such a high temperature. I looked over to the clock and found that it read 2am, please let some of the guys still be up! I untangled myself from Frankie and got up out of the bed, walking through the door to the bunk room in the bus where the only sound was my band mates soft snores. I crossed to Gerard’s bunk and opened the curtain, he was awake and drawing, jumping and looking at me when the noise of the curtain opening pulled him out of his artistic trance.
“Mikey, what is it?” He asked, looking slightly worried.
“It’s Frank, I think he’s really ill, I don’t know what to do Gee.” I whimpered, annoyed at myself for not being able to help my own boyfriend when he was ill. What am I? A little kid or something?
“Oh God.” He muttered, jumping out of his bunk and waking Ray and Bob.
“What’s up?” Bob yawned, stretching as he got out of his bunk, Ray sliding out of his own.
“It’s Frankie.” I said and they looked scared and worried, “He’s so ill and I’m not sure what I’m meant to do.” I said, feeling guilty and still a little frustrated. Ray looked at me sympathetically and walked into the common room, flicking on the light and gasping at the sight of a very broken looking Frank curled up on the bed. His chest was heaving in shallow rapid breaths as he sweated and shook, clearly much too hot but still bundling the blankets around him and trying to get warm, a thin line of blood trailing from his mouth against his skin that had turned a greyish sickly green.
“Frank,” Ray whispered, walking round the other side of Frank’s sick form and shaking him gently, “Frank, wake up!” Ray begged though Frank didn’t even flinch.
“Is he okay?” Gerard asked nervously, switching his weight from one foot to the other and frowning.
“Obviously not.” Ray muttered, rolling his eyes at my older brother who was still looking incredibly concerned.
“We need to get his temperature, someone get a thermometer.” Ray said but Bob was already out of the room and came dashing in moments later with a thermometer and handed it to Ray. Ray stuck it in his mouth and watched as the red mercury in the glass tube rose higher and higher.
“105.” He stated, looking grim.
“Two over hospital temperature.” I whispered, shock and fear racking my body and freezing my body to the spot.
“We’re in the middle of nowhere on the move, there are no hospitals for at least a day.” Bob informed us, looking scared for our little hyperactive guitarist who may well be on his death bed. That thought made the adrenaline pump through my veins and pure instinct kicked in.
“We need to give him an ice bath to try and get his temperature down.” I said, “I’ll try and wake him up.” I said, crossing to the bed and shuffling Frank out of the duvet so he lay on my lap, in my arms.
“Frankie, please wake up.” I whispered in his ear and he stirred.
“M-Mikes?” He asked groggily, his eye lids fighting to open.
“Ssh, it’s okay, we just need to get your temperature down.” I told him and his head lolled in a weak nod.
“I’m so sorry you have to see me like this, I’m fine I swear.” He muttered, opening his eyes slightly do their now off chocolate brown bored into mine.
“It’s okay but you really aren’t fine, your temperatures 105.” I told him and he groaned knowing what that meant.
“Please stop shouting babe, I can’t take it.” He whimpered, obviously not realising that the guys were in the room with us. We are an intimate band, so maybe they won’t think anything of it.
“I’m whispering.” I said, as softly as I could as he drifted back into unconsciousness. I scooped him up in my weak arms and walked carefully to the bathroom, resting his head on my shoulder as my arms wobbled with his weight. No matter how weak my body may be, my love for Frank is stronger. He’s not a very big man, but he’s made completely of muscle with a bit of natural cushion around his stomach that lies upon the hard muscle.
Ray opened the bathroom door for me and I walked in, sitting Frankie on the toilet and leaning his head against the wall.
“Ray, would you run a cold bath please?” I asked and he nodded, rushing to do as he was told.
“Gerard, go and get Brian and Bob, get me a flannel or something and some ice.” I instructed and they both rushed off to do as I asked. I stripped off Frankie’s black T-shirt and grey sweat pants he had been sleeping in, exposing his body completely to the warm air of the bathroom which must have seemed freezing to him as his unconscious form cowered and shivered more violently. I stripped my own clothes as Ray finished the bathroom and turned around to face us, me standing in just my boxers and Frankie naked on the loo and gave us a confused and slightly horrified look.
“You can’t leave an unconscious person in a ice bath alone.” I said and he nodded as Bob walked in, blushing as he took in Franks state- nakedness between band members wasn’t something he appreciated- and he tipped the ice into the bath, handing me the flannel. I picked Frank up and crossed the small white room to the tub, stepping in and wincing slightly at the cold water. I have to do this, for Frank’s sake. I reminded myself as I lowered myself down before submerging Frank into the water, knocking him back into consciousness as he thrashed against the ice.
“Shush, shush, it’s alright Frankie, it’s okay.” I soothed as he continued thrashing wildly, trying to get out of my grip as I held him down, lying him between my legs to rest his head on my chest as he shook violently.
“M-Mikey! I’m s-so c-cold.” He screamed, trying desperately still to get out of the water.
“Baby, the water just seems colder to you because you’re so hot, you need to cool down. It’s this or hospital.” I explained and hearing the word hospital he collapsed onto my chest, still shaking violently though he struggled no longer. I began to wash the water over his chest with the flannel as I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair, singing ‘I’m Not Okay’ softly in his ear and forgetting completely about the four band mates in the room as Frank drifted in and out of consciousness, shivering though he wrapped his hands around my thighs, hugging me closer to him and stroking my skin as he slowly cooled. He still looked so ill though…





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