Baby I'll Be Your Frankenstine

OK so yeah, I have the flu! I freaking hate it. I've thrown up at least 10 times today. Frankie's been with me through all of it, he stays by my side, no matter what. I love him to no end!

Shit. My stomach flips and I feel something rise in my throat. I race towrds the bathroom and throw up in the sink. Ugh, it feels as if my stomach is being turned inside out. I heave and heave and gag pitifully. I hear someone put a hand on my back; its Frankie.

"Fuh...rankie.." I gasp. "Why do you still stay with me? I've told you thousands of times, I'm a fuck-up."

"No you're not!" He says suddenly. "I love you, Gee, you're perfect for me."

I feel tears prickle at my eyes, and another wave hits me.

"Ugh, Frankie, move!" I gasp, before throwing up all over the floor.

He jumps out of the way and avoids being soaked. I feel like such a fuck-up. I start to cry and my whole body shakes as I start puking like hell, again.

I sit there for at least an hour, hurling and bawling. I finally start to feel normal again, so I go to my room and, what a surprise, I down 6 Advil, and 2 Xanax. Wow, yeah, no surpirse there!

My stomach turns and threatens to push the drugs out of my frail body, but I overcome it and slowly lose conciousness. I hear Frank call my name softly, and ask me why I am doing this to myself. We all know why though, I need it as my escapes from my crazy life. Evan is the main reason.

*4 hours later*

Ow...my head feels like its been runover by a semi truck. Like a butterfly that just got slammed by a semi.

I slowly lift myself off the floor, but immedietly regret it, because my stomach churns horribly and I twist my aching body and vomit all over the floor. Nope, flu isn't gone, yet. Or maybe its the pills that are floating around my body? Who knows?

Frank walks in with Lidi and Cloudy.

Cloudy runs to me and starts rubbing my back and Lidi follows and gives me a quick hug. Frank just stands there, unsure of what to do.

"Gee?" Cloudy whispers. "Are you OK?"

"No, I..I have the..." I whisper, right before I puke up some pills and chunks of whatever I had earlier this week. "...Flu" I finish my sentence.

"I'm sorry," She whispers.

"Cloudy, its not your fault," I say simply.

"I know Gee," She says before kissing my sweaty cheek. "I love you." She leaves.

Lidia walks over, and its now her turn to whisper sweet lies. I know they're lies. I'm the world's worst brother, I get drunk and high so much I forget about my family. I feel like a complete idiot. Mikey stays away from me, he knows how messed up I am. He is lying, just like everyone else.

"Gee?"

"Hunh?'

"Are you feeling OK? I heard you barfing earlier," She says.

"Yeah, its just a case of the flu," I say, smiling weakly, but my smile soon fades away, I bolt for the other side of my secluded room and hurl up just about anything else I had eaten.

She lifts up my head and Frankie picks me up off of my feet and carries me to my bed.

"Wh..Whoa, what's going on?!" I ask suddenly.

"Shh, don't talk, just sleep," Frank says.

My eyelids droop and I fall asleep, Frank rubbing small circles on my stomach to calm me down.

I moan lowly, "My stomach hurts."

"I know babe, just sleep it off."

I close my eyes and start to drift off. I don't even know what time it is. My head is pounding and I could care less.

Suddenly my alarm screams "Mommy, Can I Go Out And Kill Tonight?". I squeeze my hazel eyes shut, trying to block out the screaming Misfits song. Don't get me wrong, I love the Misfits, but having the flu and a screaming headache doesn't go well with the Misfits.

"Izzit time to get up?" I mumble, my voice thick with tiredness.

I glance at my alarm clock, 5 AM. Why do I even get up so freakishly early? I drag myself to the bathroom and try to take a shower, without passing out. The hot water runs down my body, and the hot steam makes me feel dizzy. I put one hand on the wall to keep me steady. I grab a black towel and wrap it around my body. My stomach really hurts, I must have the worst possible case of the flu. Can I die from it? Maybe I'll end up puking so much my insides pour on the floor, and I'll die. I really don't want that to happen. I feel really sick and curl up on the bathroom floor. I'm curled up in a ball.

"Gee?" I hear Cloudy on the other side.

"Cloudy, just leave me alone, I'm sick," I moan.

The door clicks open. She kneels down beside me. She is holding a glass of water and asprin. I look the other way and moan, "Just leave me, I'll be fine."

"No Gee," she says. "you're sick, please take this for me?"

I curl up tighter.

"No," I moan.

"Gee, you've been sick like crazy today, I'm getting mom." She says before walking out.

She shuts the door and I resume being curled up in a ball. I hear someone call my name.

"Gerard? Honey?" It's mom. "Where does it hurt?"

"My stomach and head..." I moan. She lifts up my head, so she can have a good look at me.

"Gerard, take this you'll feel better." She hands me asprin. My stomach does backflips.
I look at the white pils. No Gee. No. You're not going to puke all over your mom's shoes.

I whimper softly and turn the other way, "Mom, I think I'm going to throw up."

She gets the trashcan and holds it under my nose. I start puking and I see brown and yellow. Bile. My throat burns and when I stop, I resume curling up into a ball.

I groan as my head throbs. The whole room is blurry and my eyes are starting to roll into the back of my head.

"Hot," I moan.

"Gerard, what's hot?" Mom asks me. My eyes water. She feels my forehead, it's hot.

"Gerard, you have a fever, I'm getting you some water to cool you down," She says as she puts cold water on a washcloth and drapes it over my forehead.

"Thanks Mom," I whisper.

She and Cloudy take me to my room. I'm so staying home from school today.

"Thanks," I whisper.

"No problem Gee," Claudia says.

"Just get better soon honey," Mom says.

"Mom, my stomach keeps doing backflips," I whisper.

"Do you want me to get Lidia?" She asks.

I nod weakly.

She leaves and Lidia walks in.

"Gee," She says. "you must be really sick."

"No surprise there," I mutter.

She laughs and sits beside me.

"You smell like puke," She comments.

"I know, I've been puking my guts out all day."

I smile weakly, then I hear someone running into my room.

"Frankie?"

"Gee, open your mouth," He says breathlessly.

I open and a thermometer is in my mouth. Its pressed under my tounge, which makes me gag. He takes the thermometer out a short minute later.

"This is not good," He muttered.

"What's not good? Frankie?" I ramble.

"Gee, you have a fever of 102.4 degrees, we need to get you checked out somewhere."

"Lidia, Claudia, Donna! Gee's got a really high fever, we need to get him checked out!" He calls.

My mom and sisters run in the room.

"Gee! You're all warm!" Lidia and Claudia say in unison as they rub my head.

They lift me off of my feet and my head spins.

"Where are we going?" I murmer.

"Doctor's office," Lidia says, closing the conversation.

"Oh."

*THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE*

I stumble into the waiting room. Mom walks over and tells the secratary what's going on. She nods a few times, then joins us.

I sit there, shaking and shivering feverishly. My vision is blurry and disorientated. I close my eyes as a wave of nausea hits me. Lidia sees me and drags me by my shirt quickly out to the curb of the office parking lot.

I start hurling for the thousandth time today and my throat is burning like crazy. I stop about 30 minutes later and she takes me back inside.

The nurse calls my name an my family, minus Mikey, and Frankie help me stand and guide me to the examination room.

"OK Gerard, what's wrong?"

"I..I've been puking for god knows how long, and my head feels horrible, my throat burns from puking so much...and I have a fever."

"How high?"

"102, or something like that."

"OK Gerard, I'm going to get the doctor now."

I nod as she walks out of the room.

The doctor walks in and takes one look at me.

"What happened?"

"I'm sick."

"I see that," He says, chuckling softly.

"The nurse said you had a high fever and was vomiting a lot?"

I nod.

He sticks a tounge depresser in my mouth and says, "Well your throat looks fine but I can see your esophogas and that looks terrible, its raw and red. Have you been drinking fluids?"

"No sir," I mumble. "I feel too sick to even move."

"OK Gerard, I need you to lie down, so I can see what's wrong."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to feel your stomach to see if anything's out of place," He explains.

I feel a cold hand touch my pale stomach.

"Ah!" I gasp from surprise.

He moves his hands around my stomach and finally confirms that it's a very nasty case of the flu, and he gives Mom a perscription for medicine.

I amble out of the doctor's office, and notice the gigantic puke puddle I made earlier. Way to go Gee.

We drive back and I am immedietly put to bed.

I really need to sleep...

So goodnight....or something...