"Ian this is fucking dangerous" Lip said putting his phone away.

"Beleive me I know," Ian said threading a small tube into the needle shaft that he just inserted into Mickey's chest, he taped it securely down and added some gauze to Mickeys head wound it had almost stopped bleeding now.

"That looks so painful, Jesus" Lip said through gritted teeth, it was nasty to look at, Ian placed an air tight empty fluid bag on the end of the tube, fluid started quickly rushing into the bag, almost filling it instantly.

"Yeah a collapsed lung, its full of fluid," Ian said shaking his head he didn't know what else he could do if Mickey was to deteriorate again.

Lip walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. "You want one?" Lip asked swaying the bottle in the air.

"Yeah," Ian said joining him in the kitchen, he took a seat at dinner table making sure he still had Mickey in his peripheral vision.

"Well deserved I think," Lip said holding his beer out to 'cheers' his brother.

"fucking right," Ian said with a small nervous laugh as he clinked bottles with his brother, he couldn't help but glance between Lip and Mickey as he was talking. The door opened Carl entered joining them at the table.

"what's up with you two?" Carl asked seeing how exhausted both boys looked. It was just the three of them and Mickey in the house, Fiona was at patsy's working a 24-hour shift. Debbie had gone back to Neils and Frank had Liam off god knows doing what.

"Long day," Ian sighed gesturing to the couch.

Carl looked towards the couch seeing the set up with tubes and wires everywhere, he moved closer to see who it was. "Fuck, Mickey?" He questioned.

"Yeah," Ian said trying to see past Carl, he held his breath as he watched Mickey's chest rise and fall making sure was still breathing.

"What the hell happened?" Carl asking momentarily forgetting that Mickey was meant to be in a prison cell.

"Car accident," Ian said now standing fretting because he couldn't see Mickey properly, Carl had blocked his view.

"Shit it looks bad," Carl said gesturing to the blood with his hands, really Mickey needed a bath to probably clean him, but he was far too unstable to move.

Ian pulled out his phone, low battery came up on the screen, he dismissed it and looked at all the miss calls and texts. There was several from Trevor and Rita and a few texts, but Sue was blowing us his phone, there were too many angry texts and voicemails to listen to "Shit" he whispered.

"Sup?" Carl asked raising an eyebrow still looking at Mickey.

"Nothing just work," Ian said now sitting across from Mickey. Ian dialed Sues number it rang for a little and Sue answered, she sounded pissed.

"Gallagher," Sue said bluntly.

"Sue I am so sorr-

"Let me stop you there, Ian what the hell happened today?, You never came back to work, I'm not going to keep covering for you unless you give me a damn good explanation," She said tapping her foot impatiently even though Ian couldn't see.

"Look I need your help" Ian replied ignoring her question.

"Ian!" Sue said getting frustrated. "Look I get it alright I understand to a degree, but you left in the middle of shift without an explanation dodged all mine and Rita's calls, she's furious by the way and you STOLE medical equipment! I went back to the scene you were gone and your kit was nowhere to be seen" Sue said raising her voice a little now.

"Sue please calm down alright, I'm going to explain everything I just need you to trust me?" Ian said and the line went silent. "Sue?" Ian added still no response.

"Su-

"I'm here... what do you need Gallagher?" Sue said rolling her eyes. What was she doing?

"You still on shift?" Ian asked.

"Yeah working a double again, and making up for your sorry arse" Sue replied cockily.

Ian laughed a little "I need you to come to 2119 S Homan Ave... and bring the ambulance, but it needs to be off the record, so turn the GPS tracker off" Ian said completely expecting Sue to lose it, he never knew how she was going to react, he told her about Mickey once and she actually thought it was a cute relationship in a gay way .

"This better be good Gallagher, okay, what do I tell Rita?" Sue asked hoping into the ambulance.

"Tell her your picking me up and that I'm coming back on shift," Ian replied not really thinking it through, if they were to get a call there was no way he was leaving Mickey.

Sue didn't ask any more questions. "Be there as soon as I can" She said hanging up the phone. Ian sighed slouching back in his chair.

"what was all that about?" Carl asked now heading towards the stairs.

"Don't ask" Ian said. Carl went upstairs, his interest elsewhere, Lip re-entered the room joining his brother, he sat on the spare seat passing Ian his deserted beer.

"Here," He said. Ian raised his hand to protest. "I probably shouldn't be drinking, especially if I have to perform any more proceeders on Mick," Ian said glancing back over to where he lay, he was still unconscious but his breathing sounded much better.

Ian got up from his chair grabbing his pen light, once again he shone it in Mickey's eyes, he fought back against Ian trying to keep his eyes closed. Mickey groaned coming round again.

"Mick calm down just let me do this" Ian said forcing his eye lip open to check his pupils they were still slow, this meant the pressure in his head wasn't going down.

"Damn" Ian cursed throwing the pen light on the table with frustration.

"Chill Ian" Lip said just as a knock came at the door. Ian already standing went to answer it. Sue stood looking flustered, she pushed past Ian letting herself in.

"you weren't kidding when you said you lived in the ghett-

Sue stopped in her tracks seeing Mickey on the couch and Ian's best attempt at and IV and chest drain. Ian saw her face quickly closing the front door. "I did the best with what I had" Ian blurted out trying to defend himself before Sue blew her top.

"With what you had!? Ian Mercy is about a 5-minute drive from your house! What the hell! This man needs a hospital!" Sue yelled now rushing to Mickey's side, she felt for a radial pulse then the carotid. "His pulses are weak, I'm calling this in," Sue said disgusted at Ian she went to reach for her radio but Ian snatched it from her hands before she had the chance.

"No! Your not" Ian said raising his voice.

"Ian what the fuck! This man needs help he's dyin-

"Don't say it!" Ian paused he took a deep breath, the silence was piercing..."Sue this is Mickey" Ian said softly, and with that one sentence, she understood. Ian had talked about Mickey lots of times, she knew how much he cared about him even now knowing that he was with Trevor she could tell when he talked that he didn't feel the same.

He may have loved him, but he will never love anyone the way he loves Mickey and Sue could see that now. She also knew that Mickey had gone to prison protecting Ian. It was a whole different ball game now. Ian couldn't take Mickey to the hospital without sending him back to prison.

"Mickey? as in the one who's meant to be in prison? Wait did he hurt those people?" Sue said piecing together why Ian was acting so strange earlier.

"They ran out, he tried to swerve" Ian defended again.

"Right okay, let me grab the monitor from the rig," Sue said running off back to the ambulance.

"You really think she's going to keep quiet?" Lip huffed swirling the remainder of his beer playfully around the bottle.

"I trust her Lip," Ian said cupping his hand around his mouth, then rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Jesus has that been there since last night? Ian thought. He had barely had time to get dressed this morning he skipped his shower and breakfast, probably why he felt so light headed.

"well, I don't" Lip said downing the remaining beer.

Sue returned with her kit, a proper IV stand, and the handheld monitor to check his vitals. "Here," she said passing Ian the monitor, he grabbed some pads from his kit and placed them in the corrects spots on his chest then placed the wires in the corresponding places.

Ian turned on the machine and waited for Mickey's heart rhythm to show up, it slowly started beeping printing out a sheet of paper with a more detailed heart tracing. Ian examined the bit of paper making sure his heart was in the correct rhythm which is was, whilst Sue was checking his blood pressure.

"Your mad" Sue said shaking her head and she pumped up the cuff.

"I tell myself that every day" Ian laughed but it was true sometimes he did feel mad or crazy like everything was a dream. Sometimes the Gallaghers lives got so crazy and out of hand that Ian was convinced it was just his Bipolar playing up.

"Bp is low," Sue said looking up over her shoulder at Ian, a concerned look plastered on her face.

"Yeah so is his heart rate, but it's in sinus rhythm so that's good, should we start another line?" Ian asked looking to Sue for advice she'd been doing this job for 10 years.

"Yeah I'll set up the drip" Sue replied handing Ian another IV kit. Sue helped Ian make Mickey more comfortable and did an assessment herself to make sure Mickey was stable enough for her to leave.

"Right you've got the kit and I'm going to put some more saline in the fridge, keep him hydrated and you have enough pain meds in there for a good week," Sue said looking around to see if there was anything she had forgotten,

"I've got to get this call," Sue said now laying a hand on Ian's shoulder, "you call me if you need anything alright? and don't worry about work, I'll cover for you" Sue added with another smile.

Ian walked Sue to the door still keeping an eye on Mickey. "Thank Sue.. really," Ian said waving as she got back into the ambulance. Sue rolled down the window. "Keep an eye on his pupils... and Ian if he deteriorates you need to get him to a hospital asap" She added driving off, the blue lights illuminating the street as she drove off and the echoes of sirens faded.

Ian closed the door and made his way back to Mickey. "Hey you," Ian softly noticing Mickey's eyes flutter briefly. This was the most Mickey had been with it since they got him home.

"Carrot top" Mickey croaked back with a laugh.

Ian smiled. "How are you feeling? You scared the shit outta me" Ian added kissing him gently on the forehead.

"Like I crashed my car into a wall," Mickey said between breaths, talking was still hard especially with a tube draining his lungs.

Ian didn't reply he just smiled stroking Mickey's hair to try and relax him, "I want to try and move you upstairs, you'll be more comfortable in my bed," Ian said offering another small smile.

"I can't E, it hurts so bad" Mickey whimpered trying to pull himself closer to the red head but he ended up just causing himself more pain.

"Shhh," Ian soothed. "Me and Lip would move you ok I'll give you some more medicine to make you sleepy okay Mick?" Ian asked willing Mickey to agree, plus Ian would be able to take care of him much better if he had his own room and space.

"O-okay" Mickey wheezed feeling out of breath from all the talking.

"Just rest now," Ian said stroking his hair back once more, Mickey complied and closed his eyes, he was exhausted. Ian drew back another syringe making Mickey drowsy and more easy to move.

Ian and Lip with a little help from a Carl managed to get Mickey up to Ian's room, or Fiona's but she was barely home anymore. Despite the sedative and painkillers Mickey still screamed in agony as the boys tried to move him.

Mickey groaned as they tried to prop him up against the headboard. "Here Mick, is that better now?" Ian asked putting another pillow behind him and under his injured leg.

"Mmmm" Mickey moaned too tired to compose an actual response. Mickey closed his eyes once more, the corners of his mouth creased slightly. A smile as if to say thank you. Ian smiled back "Your welcome bud," Ian said now removing his own shirt.

Ian got changed into some more comfortable clothing and rested his head next to Mickeys, he ran his hands through his hair once more letting his eyes fall shut too.

Lip and Carl both popped their heads round the door throughout the night, Lip at 2 am and Carl at 4 and 6 am. "You alright? Need anything?" the boys asked each time and each time Ian shook his head he was fine, as long as Mickey was still breathing and alive... he was okay.

Ian groaned rolling over in bed, he glanced at the alarm clock it read 7.05 What the hell is that noise? He thought. Sounded like water running through the pipes, a gurgling noise. Franny Ian thought?

With Ian still in his tired foggy phase from just awakening he had forgotten where he was and what had happened for a split second Ian had forgotten about Mickey. "Mickey!" Ian said flipping back over to see Mickey laying next to him, he was the one that was gurgling, he couldn't breathe again.

"Mick hey its okay" Ian hushed rolling the boy into his side. Ian's eyes frantically darted around trying to see what the problem was. The tube maybe?

Ian lifted Mickeys shirt the tube was fine he looked down to the bag collecting the fluid. "Fuck" Ian muttered. "Okay it's okay Mick, just relax for me I know it's hard" The bag was full of fluid and was coming back up the tube into his lungs. He was drowning internally.

"LIP! CARL?" Ian shouted he couldn't leave Mickey someone had to keep him calm and on his side. "Jesus wake the fuck up!" Ian yelled.

Ian noticed a small tear escape and run down Mickey's face, he gently brushed it away. His eyes locked on Mickeys, he could see how terrified he was and mouthed the words 'It's going to be okay'

"LIP, CARL, ANYONE?" Ian yelled one last time.

END

A/N: GUYS THANK YOU! Literally, if you have the time to review please do!, they literally make my day! You guys have motivated me so much to write this story over my others thank you for your positive reviews and responses! I'll be updating this as often as I can, but please let me know what you think of this chapter because I'm constantly doubting myself and I feel as though I'm using too much of the same dialogue or explaining things too much...I don't know haha just let me know what you think!

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