I'm Okay! (Trust Me)-Frerard

Ack!

I’ve been coughing ever since I woke up at three this morning and I haven’t been able to fall back asleep. A chill rushed down my body and I looked over at the window. Closed. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and curled up into a ball under the covers.

I heard the slow and steady breathing of my boyfriend, Gerard, next to me and snuggled up against his warm body. Coughing again, the slow and steady breathing grew a bit more… awake. I looked over my shoulder to see Gerard sitting up in bed beside me and rubbing his eyes.

“Frankie,” He asked, placing a gentle hand on my forehead.

“Y-yeah,” I attempted to say in between coughs and hacks.

“Babe,” he flipped his hand over and put the back of his hand to my cheek. “You’re burning up… Hold on… I’m going to get the thermometer.”

I nodded in understanding as he picked his sleepy self out of bed and rushed past the dark window and to the bathroom. The time was 5:00 AM. I had been up for two hours. Two hours of coughing and hacking and sneezing and freezing.

Plopping my head on the flattened pillow, I rubbed my eyes and yawned before being interrupted by an intense cough attack. I wriggled around in the blankets in attempt to revive my freezing self. Nope. Not even when I found that warm spot where my body had been all night had my body warmed. I was still shivering.

Gerard’s footsteps re-entered our bedroom. He was carrying a blanket and a thermometer. My boyfriend laid the blanket across my quivering body neatly and tucked it under my sides.

“Thanks, Gee.”

“Open,” he said, poking the thermometer between my lips. Once it was under my tongue, he searched for the remote to turn on the small, 1990’s tv that he had kept from college. Once he had found it, he pressed the big red “power” button and immediately switched it to the weather channel.

2

fahrenheit.

Two fucking degrees.

Freezing.

Cold as fuck.

Gerard sent me a worried glare before springing to his feet and looking out the window. He opened the blinds to reveal the rapid snowfall.

“Today,” I heard the weatherman say. “You should expect at least three feet plus of snow.”

Jeebus.

“And,” the weatherman continued. “The roads will most likely be closed. The temperature is dropping rapidly and will most likely drop below zero by noon. The snowfall is to be increasing around that time too, so expect the schools, roads, and most public buildings to be closed.”

I sighed.

“You okay, sicky,” Gerard asked concerned. He placed a loving hand on the top of my messy head of hair and I coughed again. This time, more throaty and painful. “Baby, you need some hot chocolate,” he cooed.

I nodded as I covered my mouth. I would never want to get Gerard sick from coughing on him. I opened my mouth to say “thanks,” but it came out groggy, scratchy, inaudible and painful.

Gerard’s jaw dropped at my painfully sick voice. “You really need some hot chocolate,” he said, eyes wide as he rushed out of the room. I heard him rummaging through the pantry, looking for the hot chocolate. The sound of boiling milk reached my ears and soon, the smell of the hot chocolate powder filled the cold air and my boyfriend rejoined me once again in our room.

“Thanks, babe,” I croaked, taking the mug from his steady hand into my shaky one.

“Of course,” he smiled, kissing my forehead and sitting at my side. “Now right when you finish this mug of cocoa I want you to go right to sleep,” he ordered.