That weekend, Mike had a whole night planned for him and Zoey. They had the apartment to themselves while Cameron, Scott, and Sam watched the Leonid Meteor Shower at a local desert.
So while Zoey was taking a shower, Mike was ordering dinner over the phone.
"I'll have the Assorted Appetizer's Plate and the Golden Treasure for Two," Mike said. "Yes, it's for a special occasion."
THUD!
"MIKE, HELP!"
"I'll have to get back to you on that," Mike said, then he hung up the phone and ran over to the bathroom...
...only to see Zoey laying in the bathtub with the shower curtain wrapped around her body. The shower was still on.
"What the heck happened to you?" Mike asked.
"I slipped in the shower and I think I dislocated my shoulder," Zoey explained.
"I'll take you to the emergency room" Mike said as he turned the water off and helped Zoey get out.
"How?" Zoey asked. "By bus?"
"Nah, I have my driver's license and my own car," Mike explained. "I'll drive you there."
"You'll really do that?" Zoey asked.
"Sam told me a gentleman should never ignore the pleas of a damsel in distress," Mike said. "So yeah, I'll help you out."
Soon, Mike was getting some of Zoey's clothes out so she can get dressed. She still had the shower curtain wrapped her body.
"Will this do?" Mike asked a he took out a maroon shirt with elbow-length sleeves, dark brown leggings, and red high heels.
"I guess so," Zoey said. "Just don't look when you're helping me get dressed. I don't want you to see me naked."
Mike closed his eyes as Zoey took off the shower curtain. Then he started to help her get the shirt on.
"Now you're going to get my arm into the sleeve," Zoey said.
But with his eyes closed, Mike ended up feeling something...soft.
"Is that my arm?" Zoey asked.
Mike gently squeezed the soft thing, making Zoey gasp. "It doesn't feel like an arm," he said.
"Then maybe you should let it go," Zoey said.
(A/N: I'll provide a picture of what just happened if anyone's confused.)
When Zoey got dressed, Mike drove her to the emergency room. Eventually, they got there. Mike was filling out a form a nurse gave him.
"The nurse said you'll be seeing after some guy who's having a heart attack," Mike explained. "Let me just fill out this form."
"I only dislocated my shoulder," Zoey said.
"But this form is mentioning something about diabetes, kidney disease, and migraines," Mike said. "Do you have any of those?"
"No," Zoey said. "What does this have to do with my shoulder?"
"No idea," Mike said as he used his free hand to rub Zoey's back. "Just hold on for just a few minutes. Everything's going to be okay."
It wasn't long before Mike and Zoey came back to the apartment. Zoey had her arm in a sling and she was feeling dizzy due to pain medication and a muscle relaxer the doctor gave her.
"Thanks for the help, Mike," Zoey said as she headed for the couch. "See you in the morning."
"Wait," Mike said. "You can't sleep on the couch in this condition. You're coming with me."
"What for?" Zoey asked.
"I want you to sleep with me," Mike explained. Then he blushed, realizing what he just said.
Zoey giggled. "You're going to sleep with me?" she asked. "I never thought you were going to say that."
In Mike's room, Zoey got in the bed as Mike was about to take his clothes off and put his sleepwear on. But as soon as he took off his shirt, he heard Zoey gasp.
"What?" Mike asked as he looked at Zoey.
"You're so buff," Zoey said, her eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't even know eight-packs are real."
"Thanks..." Mike said. Then he took off his pants and sneakers, leaving him in only his black boxers.
"Why do you have to hide it?" Zoey asked. "Other guys probably wish they had a body like yours."
"I don't want to be a chick magnet," Mike said as he approached Zoey.
"Says the guy who looks like one," Zoey said as she placed her good hand on Mike's torso right above his heart.
At this point, Mike was completely embarrassed. He took Zoey's hand off of him. "Okay, so I look good," he said. "But I don't show it off."
"Whatever you say, cutie," Zoey said.
Mike rolled his eyes as he got into bed as well. As Zoey leaned on him, he put an arm around her waist and he quietly sang to her.
Soft kitty
Warm kitty
Little ball of fur
Happy kitty
Sleepy kitty
Purr purr purr
"What was that?" Zoey asked.
"A song my mom used to sing to me when I was sick," Mike explained. "So I figured injured and drugged is a kind of sick."
