Michael was a wreck. The only thing keeping him together was Gavin talking him through it all. The one who Michael called first. Not the police. Gavin. Of all people.
You see, Lindsay was dragged out of their bed in the middle of the night by an unseen attacker. Michael couldn't chase the person down before he was struck on the head by a bat. They had come prepared for her to call for Michael.
He called Gav first, who came to the apartment building as fast as be could to console his friend. He asked questions that Michael couldn't answer. Everything seemed like a dream. Eventually he passed out, falling onto the Brit's lap.
This is just an into to the whole fic. Sorry it's a little short.