Gerard only got worse.
What was bad was that Frank used all his sick days at work.
•••
Gerard deliriously called for his husband.
"He can't be here right now, but he's coming soon." A hand gripped his.
Gerard weakly opened his eyes for the first time in two days.
"Hey, Gee. Nice to see those eyes again." Mikey brushed the hair from Gerard's face.
"Mikey?" He smiled softly.
"Yeah, big brother." Mikey grinned with tear filled eyes. "I'm right here." He kissed the back of Gerard's cold, pale hand.
"So sc-scared." He whimpered. His words were slurred and hardly understandable.
"Shh, don't be afraid. It's okay. I'm right here." The younger brother assured.
He lethargically shut his eyes again, falling back asleep. He barely felt his brother lift him up and move him.
"Mmh." He moaned.
"What? Did I hurt you?" His brother sounded alarmed.
"No, no..." He reached toward his brother.
Mikey scooted the chair he was sitting in closer, putting a hand on Gerard's arm.
"Do you remember when we were performing and your pants fell down?" The younger sibling giggled.
"Uh..." Gerard's eyelids fluttered.
"It's okay if you don't."
Gerard managed to crack his eyes open a fraction of an inch. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words were just unintelligible sounds.
"You were so drunk on stage that day."
Gerard paced the stage was acted just as lively and full of alcohol as he was. He screamed the lyrics at the crowd.
His pants fell down around his knees but he couldn't bring himself to care.
He was having so much fun.
Damn, the rest of the band missed that.
