Frankie was still sleeping and Denise was still doing office work at home...while Frankie was resting I got a lot more work done until I heard someone upstairs in the Bathroom again, I figured that it was my son Frankie Jonas so I went back upstairs to see what was going on.
Frankie: On my goodness...Ouch I never felt this awful. * walks to the bathroom *
Denise: I actually think that Frankie is up.
Frankie: Hmmmm.
Denise: Frankie, what's wrong sweetie?
Frankie: Mom, I don't want to throw up again.
Denise: I understand sweetie but you have to get what's in your stomach out so you can feel better.
Frankie: Ugh. * coughs and gags *
Denise: it's okay baby...you can do it.
Frankie: Okay. *Coughs,gags and spits *
Denise: Come, on Frankie.
Frankie: Okay. * coughs, gags and spews into the toilet *
Denise: There you go sweetheart...let it out. * rubs circles around his back *
Frankie: Hmmm. * spews into the toilet again *
Denise: It is okay. * comforts him *
Frankie: Hmmm. * continues to throw up in the toilet *
Denise: You are doing well.
Frankie: Mom, I feel awful. * spews into the toilet again *
Denise: I understand sweetie. * continues to comfort her son *
Frankie: Mom,I need a bucket.
Denise: What is wrong?
Frankie: I have to use the toilet.
Denise: Really?
Frankie: Yes.
Denise: I will be right back.
Frankie: Okay...Hurry.
Denise: Okay.
Frankie: Oh my goodness.
Denise: Here's the bathroom.
Frankie: Thanks. * gags and throws up in the bucket while sitting on the toilet *
Denise: It's okay sweetie.
Frankie: I hate being sick. * Throws up and has diarrhea *
Denise: You have diarrhea sweetie?
Frankie: Yes.
Denise: My poor baby.
Frankie: This sucks. * Dry heaves *
Denise: I understand sweetie.
Frankie: I think that I am finished throwing up and dry heaving.
Denise: Okay,sweetie.
Frankie: I am going to lay back down and go back to sleep.
Denise: Okay sweetie.
Frankie: Can I have a ginger ale please?
Denise: Sure you can.
Frankie: Thanks.
Denise: You are welcome.
Frankie: Hmmm.
Denise: I will be right back.
Frankie: Okay.
Denise: I am back.
Frankie: Hmmm.
Denise: Here you go sweetie.
Frankie: Thanks.
Denise: I put a bucket next to you just in case you need it.
Frankie: Okay.
Denise: Now get some rest.
Frankie: Alright.
Denise: Feel better soon sweetie.
Frankie: Thanks mom.
Denise: You are welcome.
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Poor Unfortunate Souls: ( The Jonas Story)
FanfictionI was listening to a Jonas Brothers Song And It Was Called Poor Unfortunate Souls as it says in the title... the song has been stuck in my head and I wanted to write a story based on the song title... I am sorry if this story sucks but remember that...
