Sitting upright in a strangely comfortable hospital bed, Jeremy thought to himself. He was heavily weighing his options, considering the predicament he got himself into. Jeremy was hooked up to several devices; an IV drip, heart monitor, as well as a mobile EEG. The nurse said that the EEG would be able to tell the doctor what part of the brain had been affected. Jeremy knew better, however.
His situation is exactly the same as Mike's, all those years ago.
Jeremy had been hospitalized because of Mangle. She lunged and bit him, tearing a chunk out of his head. He was told that it was a miracle that he survived, that any average person would have died. Jeremy knew this and grew quite irritated the more he heard it. He knew that his chances of surviving were slim to none, he already knew he was going to be fucked up the rest of his life, because Mike said that's how it would be. He told Jerry the story, he told him all the details. Half of his brain would never function correctly again and he would have to deal with that.
On the bright side, Mike came to visit him often. He would ask him how he felt, if he needed anything, and fussed over him quite a bit. Jeremy told the older man everything that was on his mind, save for two things, and Jeremy would try his damnedest to keep it that way. First of all, he was gay. Second of all, he was gay for Mike.
He was terrified of how Mike would take it; he was scared of the thought of Mike finding out he was a closet gay, let alone gay for him. As of right now, he knew this crush was past infatuation. Jeremy was in love with Mike and just could not help but admire him. He knew he was a good man past all the swearing and smart-ass comments, he proves it every day just by coming in to visit him and make sure he is doing alright. Sometimes he doesn't even talk; he'll just sit with him and hold his hand, face twisting into a forlorn expression. He does that every time, and he only says "I wish it was me" before saying goodbye. Jeremy doesn't think he could be as strong as Mike if it were to be him; Mike would most likely die if his brain were damaged any more. But Jeremy understands why Mike would think that way. He doesn't want him to feel the same hell that he did in 1987.
Jeremy laid down on the bed for a while, thinking about these things. He thought about how he was going to have to confess eventually, how it's ultimately unavoidable. He wondered if Mike feels the same way. He questioned if Mike felt as achy and tired as he is right now back when he was bit. There was honestly no real reason to ponder and question any further, it didn't matter. All that mattered now was just getting some sleep. He was just about to drift to sleep when he heard the door to his room open and click shut, followed by muffled sobs.
They were Mike's.
