Baby I'll Be Your Frankenstine

Gee's been staying at home for quite a while. He says his stitches hurt like hell, I don't blame him. Ouch! He hasn't come out of his room for a long time, try 3 days. Wow, this can't be good.
I press my head against the door of Gee's secluded room.

"Gerard?" I whisper.

"Get the fuck away from me!" He snaps.

"Come out please, I'm worried as hell for you. Please come out?" I whisper.

"Lidia and Claudia are worried too, they coem home from school and sit by your door hoping you'll come out," I continue. "and know you're still alive and OK."

I hear some shuffling sound from the other side and a door opens. My eyes widen in shock.

Gee face has sunken and his cheekbones are very visable. He has a scrawny hand on his pale head. His hair is thin and messy.

"Oh my god, " I whisper running over to him. "What happened?"

"Nothing, just been locked in my room for god knows how long!" Gee snarls.

"You need to eat something." I say simply.

"I'm not hungry," He mumbles, walking back to his room. I stop him.

"Move it!" He snarls, pushing me away.

"No Gee! You need to eat, if you don't, you'll die!"

I drag him by his t-shirt into the kictin.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Nothing," He mumbles.

"Are you sure?" I ask looking worried again.

He curls up into a ball and whispers, "I feel like I might puke."

"It's probably the flu," I say. "You'll get over it."

I kiss his sweat matted hair and start massaging his pale stomach.

"Frankie, stop." He moans.

I look clueless and his eyes grow wide and he races towrd the sink.

The sound of him puking his guts out breaks the short silence.

I walk over and put a hand on his back

"Gee?"

"W..What?!"

"Why don't you sleep for a while?" I say as I help him stand.

He nods weakly and starts bawling suddenly.

"Gee!"

I rub the back of his head, and get him to his room. He's sobbing uncontrollably.

"Shhhh, it's OK," I whisper, as I stroke his hair.

He pukes a few more times and he collapses on the floor.

I pull him up to his bed and kiss his forehead.

"Frankie?"

"Hmm?"

"Lay with me, I feel like shit," He whines patheticly. Damn, I can't resist. I crawl in beside him.