It was around 10 pm on a Friday, Mick was sat in his study, in a mood, he didn't understand why he was so bothered. 'It's only a date' he reminded himself whenever he felt the urge to smash something, 'You're not even married to her, it's been 17 years Mick! Get a grip of yourself'
But all he could picture was Megan, with another man.

Mick had never fully gotten over Megan and was incredibly jealous whenever he thought of her with someone who wasn't him. This jealous streak was surfaced this evening when Abby had casually informed him that her mother had a date tonight. He quickly excused himself from the table and locked himself in his study, refusing to talk to anyone.

Around an hour had passed, he had busied himself with designing the girls some seats for the fairy garden. He was so focused on this that he nearly didn't hear his phone ringing.

He lifted the phone to his ear, uttering a simple "Hello?"

The voice on the other end was extremely serious and professional, "May I speak with Mick O'Brien please?"

"This is he" he replied quickly, he had a nasty feeling forming in his stomach.

"Hi Mick, this is Anita from Chesapeake Hospital" she started, Mick sat up straight, automatically becoming worried, Anita then continued "You're listed as the emergency contact for Megan O'Brien-"

Mick jumped up, grabbing his keys "Oh my God! Is she okay? What happened?" he questioned, rushing outside to his car.

"Yes sir, she'll be fine, and I'm not permitted to disclose any information over the phone, a doctor will fill you in when you arrive," she said pitifully, hearing the worry in his voice.

"Okay, I'll be there soon" he replied, before hanging up the phone and starting the car.