Gerard, Mikey, and Ray were sitting back stage talking about whatever weird and random things that would come to mind. "Hey guys" Frank said happily walking over with an open bag of goldfish. "I just found these out side. Look at the bag, it must have been out there for a few years."

"Frank" Gerard whined, "That looks so gross, why would you pick that up?"

Frank shrugged then looked up at them with a devious smirk. "I dare one of you to eat one of these" He said extending his arm out for someone to grab something out of the bag.

"No way, that looks discussing," Gerard turned away waving his hands.

Mikey just shook his head.

"What about you Ray?" Frank tempted him shaking the bag causing the soggy fish crackers to slop around in the bag.

Ray thought for a moment then asked "What do I get if I eat one?"

"I'll give you fifty bucks," Frank responded.

Ray shrugged, "OK." He dug his hand in the bag and pulled out a soggy fish shaped cracker.

"Dude, that's just nasty. Put that down before you get sick," Mikey warned.

"It's not like I'm gonna die from eating it, Mikey," Ray rolled his eyes, moving the cracker closer to his face.

"You don't know what touched that Ray, throw it away" Gerard said, then turning to Frank he grabbed the bag and threw it away.

"My goldfish!" Frank whined when Gerard took them away.

Gerard rolled his eyes, "Your such a little kid."

Mikey nodded causing Frank to smile and start giggling, "Does that mean I get to go to the toy store?"

"No, it means you go to bed," Gerard said in a motherly voice pointing at a chair.

Frank scrounged up face and whined, "But the show starts soon, and I won't be in it"

"Fine" Gerard said crossing his arms, "You can stay up for the show, then you go to bed."

Frank stomped his foot and started pouting. "Fine."

Ray and Mikey both looked at the other two not sure what to say at this point. "You guys are so weird," Mikey shook his head breaking the silence.

Gerard shrugged, "Aren't we all, also Ray, why do you still have that, throw it away."

Ray had the squishy cracker on the edge of his pointer finger, not wanting to separate with it. Gerard gave him a warning look to move so Ray sighed and whispered, "Yes mother."

Before he could move, Mikey leaned over and slapped the bottom of Ray's hand causing the soggy fish to fly up into the air. It landed on some guy who was fixing some lights on the wall. They guy started flapping his arms around and screaming like a little girl. All four of them were standing their watching as the guy ran out of the room crying, not sure what to do. "So who's more of a little kid now?" Frank asked turning to Gerard.

"I think we all are at times," Gerard sighed looking at Frank, then at his brother.

A lady walked in and looked in the opposite direction at the man running away. "Um…what happened?" she asked unsure if she really wanted to know the answer.

All four of them shrugged looking at each other silently debating on who should speak up. "No clue" Frank eventually said.

"Well anyways, you guys are on in five minutes" The lady quickly said then turned back around out of the room.

"All right" Gerard smiled rubbing his hands together. He turned to his other three band mates and said, "Let's Go!"

The band was wrapping up the song Na Na Na when Ray started slipping up on some of the notes. It wasn't that noticeable, but Frank and Mikey seemed to noticed. After the song was over Frank looked over at Ray, who didn't look to well, "Hey man, you feeling OK?"

Ray coughed a little then nodded "I should be fine. I'm not gonna let some little cold stop me from finishing the show," he croaked out giving Frank a weak smile.

Frank nodded and stepped away from him. Gerard was looking back at them and asked, "You sure you're fine, Ray"

"Yes yes I'm fine!" Ray snapped, starting to get annoyed.

"OK" Gerard backed off.

Gerard turned back to the crowd, "Sorry about that guys, Ray didn't seem too well, but he says he's fine now. So do you guys think we should keep playing?"

The crowd started cheering. Gerard turned to the guitar players and queued them to start:

Well, if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say

I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way

For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took

Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?

Ray started to feel a little dizzy.

I'm not okay

I'm not okay

I'm not okay

You wear me out

Again Ray started missing and mixing up the notes. Frank looked over at Ray even more concerned than he was was before he didn't look so well, in fact he looked worse.

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?(I'm not okay)

I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means(I'm not okay)

To be a joke and look, another line without a hook

I held you close as we both shook for the last time

Take a good hard look!

Ray couldn't play any more, his body gave out and he fell to the ground, his guitar slid across the stage near Mikey's feet. The crowd gasped when Ray fell face first on the stage. The security guards had to stop the people from jumping up on to the stage. Gerard turned around and saw Mikey and Frank trying to wake up Ray. "What happened?" Gerard asked them completely missing the microphone holder and it rolled off the stage.

"We should have stopped," Mikey sighted looked up at Gerard.

Frank nodded. "He isn't dead, but he seems pretty close."

The paramedics came and carefully loaded him on a stretcher. "Can we go with asked?" Gerard asked one of them.

One guy shook his head. "Sorry, but you're gonna have to follow the ambulance. There won't be enough room if all of you are going in it."

Gerard nodded then watched as they rolled Ray away. "Let's go" Gerard said walking quickly towards to the nearest exit with Frank and Mikey following behind him.

"How did this happen? It's not like he ate the goldfish" Mikey thought out loud when they were all in the van.

"Did he wash his hands?" Gerard asked turning on the motor and backing out.

They were all silent until they reached the hospital. When they three got throught the front doory, they ran up to the front desk and all asked at nearly the same time, "Where'd they take Ray?"

"Ray who?" The desk lady asked turning to the three worried men.

"Ray Toro," Gerard said slightly leaning over towards the computer, trying to look at the screen.

"Oh yes, he is in the ICU. You can't see him right now," she told him ignoring Gerard's leaning.

"Why not?" Frank asked looking at her with sad eyes.

The desk lady pierced her lips then she said, "because he is unconscious and the doctors are trying to figure out what's wrong with him. So please, have a seat" she pointed at the row of chairs on the other end of the room.

"Fine" Gerard gowned and plopped down on a squishy chair. Mikey and Frank came over and on ether side of him.

"What are we gonna do now?" Frank eventually asked.

Gerard lazily shrugged, "I don't know even fucking know anymore. You know, this could all be your fault!"

"What?" Frank squeaked, "Why me?"

"Maybe it could be the fact that you brought those gross fish crackers in and had Ray almost eat one," Mikey mumbled while looking at a kids magazine.

"But," Frank pointed out, "He didn't eat it"

"Still," Gerard hissed, "Didn't you ever hear that it's the thought that counts?"

"Hey, it's not my fault he didn't wash his hands" Frank closed his eyes and started leaning back in his chair. "Besides, that saying only works with presents."

Gerard didn't know what to say to him anymore so he looked over at Mikey, "What are you reading?"

"I don't know" Mikey shrugged, "I think something about Dora The Explorer."

Gerard leaned back in the chair and rubbed his face with his hands. "Help me" he heard someone groan over by the front desk. The mans voice sounded like he had a bad cough.

"What's the matter sir?" The desk lady asked.

"Don't feel well" he coughed then collapsed on to the ground.

"Sir!" The lady yelled running over to him and trying to pick the old man up. "Doctors! Help!" she yelled.

Two doctors rushed in to help the fallen man. A few seconds later he rose up in a fit of snarled and trying to bite through the doctor's flesh. "It's another one!" One of the doctors yelled injecting the snarling man with a clear liquid, causing him to slowly stop his slashing and lay flat on the ground.

"Another one?" Gerard asked quietly not taking his attention away from the doctors removing the body.