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“I need to change the water, it’s getting too warm, your body just keeps heating it up.” I murmured after about half an hour of washing Frank’s body over with the cool water and trying to cool him off.
“It’s okay, I’ll do it Mikes.” Says Brian’s voice and I jump, not noticing that the other four men were sitting on the bathroom floor, and have been watching me as I took care of Frankie.
“Thanks.” I whispered as Frank stirred when more cold water.
“M-Mikey…” He whispered and I squeezed his arm to let him know I’m there.
“I’m here Frank, the waters just too warm so we’ve got to change it.” I whispered and he used all his strength to shuffle further up the bath and rest his head on my shoulder.
“I love you Mikey.” He whispered, pressing his lips to my neck, “You don’t have to do this.”
“I love you too Frankie but I do have to do this, you’re just so ill.” I replied, stroking my bony fingers through his ebony hair once more.
“Hmm.” He said, snuggling further into my touch. I grabbed the flannel and began washing the now freezing water over his still scorching body, wishing desperately that he’s going to be all right.
“Mikey?” He asked, his voice croaking and deep.
“What is it, Frankie?” I asked, trying to keep my voice quiet and not trigger another migraine.
“I’m going to puke.” He said and Gerard quickly thrust a sick bowl at Frank as he sat up, retching into it as the bile and blood poured out of his mouth as he shuddered violently, his breathing ragged as he finished, his ribs vibrating with the contractions of his stomach as he heaved again, groaning at the pain and taste of the sour liquid that was being passed through his mouth. He finished and groaned, holding his stomach.
“Frankie, just sit back and you’ll be more comfortable, please.” I asked and he shook his head.
“It hurts so bad Mikey. So, so bad.” He complained, which scared me in itself as I’ve never heard Frank complain of pain or anything at all really, in a serious manner anyway.
“I know babe, I know.” I soothed, leaning forward and wrapping my arms around his frail figure, pressing my chest against his back and resting my head on his shoulder.
“I’m scared Mikey.” He whimpered and I gave him a squeeze as he wrapped his hands over my own.
“Why?” I asked, worried, Frank wasn’t usually scared of being sick, he just got on with it and waited for it to pass.
“Last time it was this bad…I died.” He breathed and I froze.
“What?!” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper as I sat, shocked.
“I was already in hospital by the time it was this bad… I was dead for twenty minutes and I was in hospital for two months afterwards… I was only fourteen.” He whispered, starting to cry softly.
“Shh, Frankie, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’ll be fine, I promise.” I whispered, having completely forgotten (yet again) the other guys in the room that didn’t know of mine and Frank’s relationship yet. Frank didn’t even notice them in the first place.
“I d-don’t want to leave you Mikey, I love you so damn much.” He cried, his body still shaking in the cold water.
“You’re not going anywhere baby, I love you too.” I said, choking on my words as I began to cry myself.
“I need to get to a hospital Mikes, and fast. This isn’t going to let up any time soon.” He whimpered, leaning further into my touch.
“Okay Frankie. You are going to be fine.” I promised, though I knew I sounded like I was telling myself as well.
“There’s a hospital about two miles away now, Brian’s just asked the driver because we had to take a detour.” Came Bob’s voice and we both jumped, tears still running down our faces. I noticed that Frank’s body suddenly dropped scarily cold, almost as if he was chilled by shock, but it didn’t warm up again and his body became limp in my arms.
“Oh God.” I whispered, standing up out of the bath and scooping Frankie up with me, rushing out of the bathroom and into the common room, bundling him up with two thick duvets and holding him tight, thankful to still be able to feel a feint heartbeat as he shook violently, his body rapidly changing temperature from hot to cold, his eyes fluttering open and closed though they were always rolled back in his head.
“Please hang on baby, you’ll be okay, you’ll be fine.” I whimpered, sending prayers and wishes to every God and Goddess out there that my Frankie would be okay. I pressed my lips to his sweating forehead, him lying on my lap as I cried without a sound, holding him close against me and listening intently to his heartbeat as I bent over him, my head now resting on his chest. I felt a weight press down on the bed beside me but I didn’t care, I was rocking back and forth holding the sweet boy close to my body and never wanting to let go for a second.
“Mikey?” I heard Brian’s voice ask but I shook my head, holding onto Frank as if he were my only life line. He is my only life line.
“You two are together aren’t you?” I heard Gerard’s voice ask from somewhere in the room, I didn’t respond, only kept on rocking Frank back and forth.
“Gee, don’t be stupid, unlike you, Mikey actually cares. Do you have any idea how he was when you were drunk?” Ray covered and Gerard stayed silent, maybe shaking his head, “Exactly, you just don’t notice anything but yourself.” Ray spat, “Sorry, that was harsh.” He apologized.
“It wasn’t harsh Ray. I’m worried about Frankie too, but I was just curious.” Gerard whispered.
“Just leave it.” I snapped, listening to Frank’s heart beat speed up to a scary pace as he groaned.
“M-Mikey.” He groaned, not opening his eyes.
“I’m here Frankie, I’m here.” I mumbled, tears staining the blankets that were wrapped so tightly around Frank that I was crying onto.
“Promise me something…” He groaned.
“Of course.” I promised and he opened his eyes, them boring into mine.
“Don’t waste your life because I’m not in it, I’ll always love you, even when I’m gone.” He whispered, barely audible and I broke down into further sobs.
“D-don’t say that Frankie, you’re going to be fine. You’ll be fine!” I sobbed hysterically; listening to his heart beat slow down and become weak.
“Find another, Mikey, I only want you to be happy.” He murmured, passing out again and going completely limp in my arms as his heartbeat slowed down so much it was barely detectable. Barely detectable, but still there.
“No Frankie, please, please don’t do this to me.” I begged, crying harder still into him and I felt a hand on my back.
“We’re at the hospital Mikes, there might still be time.” I heard Bob say and I didn’t need to be told twice, I rushed out of the bus with Frankie in my arms, his face losing even more of its colour as his lips tinged a slight blue. I didn’t care that I was in only my boxers, I only wanted him to be alright. I ran into the door marked A&E, Ray ran in with me and explained to the nurse what happened. The next few minutes passed in a blur. Nurses and doctors were running everywhere, shouting instructions as they lugged Frank onto a gurney and carted him off down a corridor.
“Mikes, here’s some clothes.” Gerard said, his voice soft and concerned as he handed me a T-shirt and jeans, I pulled them on, purely on auto pilot and worrying about Frankie. I found myself being pulled down a corridor by my band mates who were talking to me, but I wasn’t listening. I’d only had Frank for a day, I’ve loved him for years and he’s loved me back! He can’t leave me to walk this world without him! I found myself sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair, my knees pulled to my chest as I rocked back and forth trying to gain some comfort and letting the tears flow freely down my face.
“Are you the family of Frank Iero?” A woman asked and my head snapped up from the spot on the wall I had been staring at to look at her intently.
“No, he doesn’t have a family. We’re his best friends.” I corrected, my voice hoarse and croaking. Frank did have a family, they had disowned him though, so technically, he didn’t.
“Okay, I can tell you that Frank is going to be okay…eventually.” She said, looking grim.




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