Skin and Bones

“Frank! You’ve been throwing up and been sick so much lately! You’re sick. There’s something wrong with you and you need to get checked out. Now come on.” He keeps dragging me down the hall – a firm grip on my wrist that I can’t wrench out of.

“Gerard! You don’t understand! I’m fine!” I try leaning back, but he’s stronger than me.

“No! I’m taking you to the nurse and that’s that!” I whimper. Why is he yelling? Why is he being so loud? What did I do wrong? I did everything wrong! We were so good and happy, but then I just had to screw it up! I screw it all up!
“Frank, stop-“ He stops. He stops moving. He stops talking. He stops.
“Baby, I’m sorry.” He steps closer to me and wraps his arms around me. He really shouldn’t be holding me. I screw everything up. I’ll screw this up.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’m just worried about you.” I give in and lean my head on his chest – tears stuck at the brim of my eyes.
“I just want you to be okay,” he whispers, before he kisses my hair.

“I’m fine,” I whisper – my breath hitting his arm and coming back to me. I grimace at the smell.
“Do you have a mint or something?” Gerard pulls away and giggles. I look up at him and pout.

“Aw.” He pouts back before he kisses my nose.
“I have some in my locker. Come on.” He grabs my hand and instead of dragging me, he simply just leads me through the empty halls. I’m supposed to be in science with Mikey, but I guess I’ll sit this one out. It’ll probably give me detention, but I’ve already got about three piled up, so another one won’t hurt.