Frank woke up that morning with a pounding headache, and a sore throat.
Despite getting a ride home, he had still managed to get sick.
"Mom!" Frank groaned, his whole body aching as he sat up in bed. "I'm sick again!"
This was a regular occurrence, so Mrs. Iero made her way into the kitchen, grabbed him some cold medicine, and brought them to Frank in his room.
She sat at the edge of his bed, and placed the back of her hand on his forehead, checking for a fever.
"You're pretty warm." She mumbled, keeping her voice quiet. "You wanna stay home today?"
"No." Frank sighed, downing the cold pills. "I can't miss any school this year, I'll just fight through it, I've done it before."
Frank really wanted to stay home, he wanted to stay in bed until his body kicked this, but knowing him, it would take days.
Plus, as weird as it sounds, he wanted to see Mr. Way again.
Or rather 'Gerard'.
He enjoyed Gerard's presence, even though he had only known him a day.
He really couldn't miss school either though, this was his senior year, and if he fell behind this early, he'd be fucked.
So despite his body screaming at him, he got out of bed, and got ready for the day.
His mother had left for work shortly after that, and told him if he changed his mind to have the office call her, and she'd dismiss him from school for the day.
Frank usually would just text her, but he broke his phone towards the end of the summer when Lindsey thought it would be cool to shove him in the pool fully clothed.
He was currently waiting for a new one to arrive in the mail.
While he was finishing getting ready he made sure to pack some cold pills in his backpack, there was only one left in the open box, so he had to open another one.
The other one seemed different, but it said 'cold relief' so he figured it was what he needed.
What could go wrong?
The first half of his day went by as expected, people yelling in the hallways, causing his head to ache more; and of course today was the day everyone wanted to talk to him, the day he felt like his throat was on fucking fire.
By lunchtime the previous medication had worn off, and Frank was definitely feeling it.
He didn't feel good before, but it was bearable, this now was the opposite.
He could cry, that's how bad his head hurt.
But luckily for him he had those other cold pills in his backpack, and Jamia had even brought him soup.
Jamias house was right across the street from the school, and since they had open campus lunch, she was able to go grab him some.
Her mother was the one to make it, Frank was like a son to her, and she had grown accustomed to making him soup.
Like mentioned before, this was not a rare occurrence.
"Thank's Jams." He smiled weakly, accepting the little Tupperware bowl of his favorite soup.
"You don't look too good." She commented as she pulled out her own lunch, which consisted of a sandwich and bag of chips.
"Yeah." Frank sighed, reaching for his backpack. "It's time to take more medicine."
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