Michael got patched up and made sure there was no further life threatening injuries. Gavin still remanded in the ICU, but was now open to visitors, but only family and close friends. Michael hasn't left his side yet. One Sunday morning Geoff came back. "Hey.." He said as he sat next to Michael and put his arm around him. "Hey." Michael spoke back weakly. "Are you going to go home any time soon?" Geoff asked. "No, I'm not planning on it either.. It's my fault he's in here." Michael said, his bottom lip quivering. "No it's no, Michael.." Geoff tried to argue. Michael looked at Geoff with water filled eyes. "You don't know what happened.. You weren't there.." Michael said as a lonesome tear trailed down his face.
No one understood what was wrong with Michael. It was proved that it wasn't his fault. It was all in his head. Why was he making all of this up? He was destroying himself. A couple of days progressed, Gavin made no sign of getting better. It was Thursday now and Michael had only left when the nurses had to force him out when they had to change the bedding.
It was around six o'clock and Ray came in. "Hey man.." Hey said as he patted the older man's back. Michael looked at him with dark eyes. His hair which was usually fiery, ginger curls, was dull, colourless waves. "Hi," His answers were short, cold, soft. "Yeah man um... I just came by to see if you wanted to come with me to get something to eat." Michael lifted his head and inhaled deeply. "I can't leave, Gavin. What if he wakes up?" He said as he looked at Gavin.
"That won't be any time soon." A voice said as the door opened. "Doctor Andrew." Michael stood up along Ray. "Men," The doctor nodded. "Mr. Jones I've come to talk to you," He paused and smiled. "If you don't mind." "Not at all, Doctor." Michael said as he shifted his weight uneasily. "Son, I want you to go home." The doctor said bluntly. "I'm being straight forward with this. If he IS going to come out of this coma, which it is indeed a coma, it's not gonna be for a while." The doctors tone was low and sharp. "But is he? Y'know... Going to make it?" Michael asked as he felt tears line his eyes.
"Most likely, but only God knows what is going to happen at this current moment." The doctor sighed as he folded his hands up. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound rude, but at least he's not dead." He said before nodding. Michael was still, quiet, blank. "Ray..." Michael whispered as tears fell down his face before breaking out into a full sob. "Take me home."

Ray sat with Michael in Michael's apartment and comforted the sobbing man. "He's not going to make it and it's my fault." He cried deeply as Ray rubbed his back. "Michael, Chill the hell out." Ray said as he tried his damnest to calm the boy down. Ray groaned loudly and stood up, walking to the kitchen.
He pulled out his phone and called Geoff.
"Hello?" Geoff answered.
"Dude, I know it's late and all but.." Ray started as he looked at his watch that shined '8:53' "Can you help me? Michael won't eat and he won't stop crying.." Ray said as he leaned on the kitchen counter. There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Yeah... I'll be over soon.." Geoff said as he hung up the phone.

The next two hours consisted of three things. Michael throwing up from crying so much, Ray screaming at Michael, and Geoff threatening to call an EMT.
Geoff got to Michael's Apartment about 9:15. He walked in with a two 24 cases of beer, and a backpack. He let himself into the apartment and locked it. He sat the boxes of beer on the kitchen counter and threw his backpack beside the couch. Ray stood and looked at him. They shared sad glances.
"Where is he?" Geoff asked as he took his jacket off and tossed it on the couch. "He locked himself in the bathroom." Ray said with a smartassed attitude. Geoff glared at Ray. "What did you do?" He accused. "Well excuse me.." Ray turned his nose up. "I tried to get him to calm down. He started to freak out even more. I didn't know what to do so I was panic screaming." Ray sighed. "He started coughing and ran to the bathroom.. I was so ready to give up man.." He shook his head and looked back at Geoff. "Thank's for coming, man."
Michael came out of the bathroom and he was a pale blue. "Michael." Geoff said as he swooped into help. He caught Michael who was cold. He wasn't crying anymore. He just, breathed softly. Ever so lightly..

Michael coughed and the colour returned into his skin. He coughed again as new air filled his lungs. "Michael.." Geoff said as he sat Michael on the couch and then sat beside him. "Dude you gotta calm down.." Geoff said as he comforted the man. "Ray, get me a beer." Geoff grunted. "Make that two, actually.." He said and looked up with a smile but he had sad eyes.
Ray sat the two beers on the table in front of the men. Geoff grabbed one of the beers and opened it up. "Drink." Geoff commanded as he handed the beer to Michael. Michael let out a weak whimper and took the beer willingly. As Michael was drinking the beer quite quickly Geoff let out a small, breathy, chuckle. "Help yourself, Ray." He said.
About an hour passed, 32 out of 48 of the beers were gone. The majority of them went to Michael. He was looking actually quite happy. They were watching some movie they found on Netflix. Nothing too feely so Michael wouldn't fall into another feelhole.
The movie ended and it was about 12:45. The men were sitting around finishing up the last beers and Michael was just sitting quietly. Geoff watched him, pretty proud that he has calmed the man down. Geoff saw him sway a bit and then their eyes met.
"May I g-go to the b-bathroom?" He slurred. Tired, Dark eyes, shined for a split second. "It's your own damn house, man." Geoff laughed. "I don't care!" He laughed some more. Ray joined in on the giggle. Michael flashed what looked like a smile. He rose from the couch and wobbled a bit. He regained his footing and made his way to the bathroom.
Michael was in the bathroom for maybe 5 minutes before there was a screech that tore through the house. It came from the bathroom, Geoff was up and attached to the bathroom door before Ray could blink. "Michael, open. This. Door." Geoff demanded, but the only thing he could here was the muffled cry's of Michael. "If you do not open this God damned door, I will kick it in, Michael Jones.." Geoff yelled as he took a few steps back. There was no response. "Alright, Michael!" Geoff yelled again as he threw himself at the door. The door flew open and the sight was not as bad as Geoff thought but it was still pretty depressing.
Michael stood there at the sink, red eyed from crying, hair a mess from pulling at it, There was a bottle of proscription Anti-Depressants on the counter and little blue pills scattered about the bathroom. "MICHAEL." Geoff said as he took Michael. Placing both hands on his shoulders he looked at Michael through the mirror. "How many have you taken.." Geoff said looking Michael right in the eyes. Michael broke into a sob and lifted up both of his hands, that were in fists. He opened his hands and there was about 36 pills all together. "How many have you taken!?" Geoff repeated himself. Michael shook his head and let out a silent. "None."
Geoff pulled Michael out of the bathroom and shoved him onto the couch and made Ray pick up the mess and flush all of them down the toilet. Geoff being Ray's boss, Ray did what he was commanded. Geoff stood in front of Michael. "Do you want to die?" Geoff said as he tapped his foot like an angry mother. "Do you really wanna do that? What the hell do you think that is going to do for you? Do you really think that killing yourself is going to help you?" Geoff flailed and paced.
Ray returned from cleaning up the bathroom. "Don't you think we should take him to the hospital?" Ray suggested as he leaned on the wall behind the couch. "No," Michael said as he sat up a bit. "I don't want to go to the hospital.." He said. "Oh? Because I WILL call an ambulance, Michael." Geoff growled. "Please don't.. I promise I won't move for the rest of the night." Michael said as he looked up at Geoff. "I'm sleeping in the bathtub." Geoff said bluntly. "Ray you sleep in front of the couch, Michael you sleep on the couch. Michael Jones if you move tonight I will know and if you try anything like that I will personally kill you, do you understand me?" Geoff said as he bent down a bit to be eye level with Michael. "Yes sir.." He whispered.