Gasoline.

Oh, nice.

So now I'm running around for Gerard because he's throwing up, in the bathroom, where I was getting a shower.

I guess I can't complain. I did offer.
Why is that?
Because when I'm with Gerard I feel extra nice. Honestly, I'll do anything for him. Because I'm a suck up.

I sighed, this was the second time I'd handed Gerard a drink in the space of less than an hour.

His eyes were red and watery, he really didn't look great.
I rested my hand on his back and came down to his level. 'Alright?'
He shrugged. 'I feel better I guess.'
'Okay. You gonna' get cleaned up then?' I handed him the two aspirin in my hand and pulled a towel off the rail for him. He nodded, with a weak smile.

Bless.
I did feel sorry for him. Even if it was his own fault.
...But I guess I'm sort of unfair, right? It's not really his fault, is it? He can't help it.
I nodded and patted him on the shoulder before walking out of the bathroom and closing the door behind me.
Mikey was sat on his bunk, reading a batman comic. 'Since when did you get there, dude?' I asked him, collapsing onto my own bed, Holding my towel up around my waist- with my now, presumably luke-warm half cup of coffee. Frappachino.... I guess.

'In time to hear my brother throwing up.' He grinned, not looking up.

I tutted. 'Well, he's getting a shower now, so hopefully he'll be out a bit brighter and... happier when he's out.' I smiled, spitting the coffee back into the cup. Ew, cold.

'Hmm, well, tonight will be his first sober show in a while, hey.'

I smiled. 'I know he can do it.' Mikey smiled again.
'You bet.'