Frerard oneshot: Just Sleep...
Frank Iero sat over a blue bucket, clutching his stomach. He coughed and his shoulders shook violently.
Hes going again! Someone from the other room announced. The first person to run in was Gerard. Frank coughed again, and gagged. All the while Gerard kept a hand on Franks back, rubbing in circles. He whispered to him, and handed him a towel when he was finished. Frank wiped his mouth and took a drink from his glass of water on the coffee table.
By now, all of his band mates surrounded him and were trying to comfort him.
Ive got to play tonight
He groaned, his mouth tasting horrid.
No way! Gerard shook his head and sat down on the couch beside his sick friend. What did you eat, anyway? He asked.
He just shrugged, unable to think back to what made him sick.
Frank almost bursting into tears.
I feel so crap
Everyone patted his back and generally tried to lift spirits.
I have to play