Disenchanted (Frerard) Wattys2015

Chapter 16

Pulling myself together, I straightened up switching off the shower and holding my fingers to my lips demanding Gerard was absolutely silent. "Uh, Kyle?" He didn't reply, but I was pretty sure he was still in the bathroom because of how clearly I could hear his crying. "Kyle, you okay?" Wow good one Frank.

"I was si-"

"Yeah, I know buddy do you think you could just let me get out of the shower?" I asked, I breathed slowly taking big deep breaths, if there is one thing I hate as much as school it's sick. School sucked, I hated it with a passion, the same goes for vomit, I can't stand it, I'm not scared of it or anything like that but it was the one thing that always put me off having kids. Now I had to get out of the shower probably to find it was on my boxers and sweat pants, then clean it up before I could even think about going near my bed, and I needed my bed.

"I don't want to go back to my bed." He sniffled clearly still crying.

"Are you stood in anything?" I asked because if he was in it then I would have to just trust him to close his eyes, unless he'd rather just have scarred eyes for life.

"Your slippers." Oh fucking hell man.

"Take them off and walk carefully, very carefully into my room wait for me on the bed." I sighed pulling an expression of distress at Gerard and whining quietly.

"M'kay." He whispered shuffling out of the room hopefully being careful and taking my slippers off. Groaning in despair, I ran a hand through my hair pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Hey, hey." Gerard whispered grabbing my shoulders forcing me to look at him. "Go get dressed, and talk to Kyle, I'll clean thi-"

"No, no I'm not making you have to-" I stopped when a shiver went down my spine thinking about having to do this. "No, I'll do it." I gulped really not looking forward to it.

"Listen to me Frank, I can see you really can't stand the thought of it, will you just let me sort it." He said looking at me wide eyed and expectantly. "Get dressed and go to Kyle." I nodded climbing out of the shower gagging at the sight of Kyle's vomit all over the floor, no wonder he was crying.

Reaching towards the towel rack, I managed to grab my towel keeping it perfectly clean, Gerard climbed out behind me deciding against using the other towel, for obvious reasons - talk about projectile vomiting. After pulling on my boxers I handed Gerard my towel leaving my hair wet and dripping the odd drop of water down my back.

Making my way carefully out of the bathroom, I approached Kyle who was sat crying on my bed. He didn't seem to notice me, so I grabbed a shirt and some sweat pants before actually going over to him and sitting by his side. Hugging me and leaning into my side, he dampened my shirt with my tears.

"Why are you crying kiddo?" I asked.

"I don't know." He shrugged trying to smile but failing, I'm not surprised really I certainly wouldn't be in a smiling mood in his position, I certainly don't have a smile on my face when I'm hungover on a Saturday or Sunday with my face down the shitter, do you?

"Let's go brush your teeth shall we." He nodded slipping off the bed, I directed him towards the other bathroom handing him his toothbrush and some toothpaste. "How you feeling?" I asked as he handed me his toothbrush.

"My tummy hurts." He pouted rubbing his face into my chest.

"Uh, yeah." I nodded biting my lip and thinking about what I was supposed to say next, illness is the typical Mommy job, I'm not really used to looking after him when he's ill. Thinking about it, I don't even deal with myself properly when I'm hungover, I fall asleep on the toilet seat, I wake up puke fall asleep again, then when I eventually wake up with the pattern of the toilet bowl imprinted on my face.