Ebola (Frerard)

Facts.

"GERARD GET DOWN HERE!" Frank yelled from the computer room.

"JUST A SECOND!" Gerard yelled back. He began to roll his way to the stairs and got stuck between the bannister and the railing. He began to gently push his way through but it didn't help. He did one big shove and when rolling down the stairs and stopping with a thud against the back of the couch.

"POURQUI!" He shouted. Frank gave into the the room quickly.

"Dear lord. Are you alright?" Frank asked already done with Gerard's shit.

"I think?" Gerard still a little confused and trying to figure out what the Fock just happened.

"Alright. Come to the computer room." Frank walked away and Gerard got to his feet an. Began to roll his way through the house, bumping into random furniture. When he got there he saw frank sat at the swivel chair looking at a Wikipedia page.

"Alright dumbass. Look at this." Frank ordered and Gerard leaned in closer losing his footing and falling again. "Jesus Christ." Frank mumbled.

Gerard stood back up and looking at the computer again. Red in the face.

"This says only like two people in the US have Ebola. In Texas and in California. You're fine. Get out of the goddamn bubble."

"I'm only doing this to keep you safe. Frankie." Gerard said sounding a little hurt.

"You are sleeping on the floor because you can't get in bed." Frank bluntly expressed. "I hate your bubble. I haven't hugged or kissed you in two days because your being an idiot." Frank let his irritation subside.

"I'm sorry. I'll go to the doctor tomorrow and I will see about it." Gerard said realizing that frank wasn't 100% irritated.

"Jesus fucking Christ. You do not have Ebola." Frank stood up from the chair pushed Gerard's bubble and making him lose his footing. "Love you dummy."