A/N: Shit. A question! Any readers in the medical field? Well I am. I've been working with medical abbreviating words lately… Caught myself doing that while typing this chapter. (abbreviating words o.O) Word kept showing the red line. Was thinking to myself; "That's the right abbreviation! What the hell!?" Then it clicked… Oh right… I went back and corrected myself. But if you see weird letters. Sorry. Enjoy!.
Chapter 7
Mike stood alone in the darkness. He looked around nothing looked familiar to him. He walked around a bit. Where was he? He came to a stop to see a figure hunched over, it was a person.
"Hey!" Mike called out, the person was eating something. Mike stood approaching the person slowly.
"Are you okay?" Mike asked reaching out. The person shot their head back their mouth covered in blood. It was him. Mike gasped jumping back to see himself eating human flesh.
"What the fuck!?" Mike asked his body trembling with fear. He blinked and everything around him changed. He looked down to see he was holding Chris's head his shirt and mouth were stained with Chris's blood.
"AAhh!" Mike screamed dropping Chris's head letting it roll into the darkness. He wiped his mouth with his bloody hands trying to get clean.
"Oh God!" Mike gagged he could taste the iron on his tongue he fell to his knees holding his stomach in pain. He slapped his hand over his mouth his eyes wide with fear.
"Mike!" Mike shot his eyes open. He stared blankly at Chris who looked at him with concern.
"It was just a dream." Chris assured. He was crouched in front of a Mike a hand on his shoulder. Mike laid his head on the pillow on the couch closing his eyes rubbing his face.
"Yeah…" He replied.
"I need to get going." Chris informed standing up. Mike sat up frowning watching Chris.
"Will you come back?" He blurted out without thinking. Chris looked back at Mike. He was scared. What did he dream of?
"Y-yeah if that's what you want." Chris smiled nodding. Mike smiled relieved to hear he would be coming back.
"I do, I do want that Chris." Mike assured.
"See you in an hour then." Chris replied leaving. Mike sat alone. The clock ticked it was the only sound in the room.
"I asked about your discharge." Mike spoke. Matt looked over at him listening.
"They said tomorrow." Mike informed.
"Good, I hate it here." Matt replied, Mike chuckled. Matt was doing better the wound had stopped bleeding. Minor bleeding of course.
"So, what are you going to do now?" Mike asked, he wasn't sure if he should asked though by the change in expression on Matt's face.
"I, don't know yet." Matt replied his lip twitched.
"Sorry." Mike apologized.
"No it's fine, it happened I can't live in denial. Can't pretend it didn't." Matt explained. Mike looked at him.
"Right…" Mike replied lowering his gaze to his hands.
"How's Chris?" Matt asked.
"He's good, he's doing therapy to cope." Mike informed.
"That guy the shit he went through… " Matt replied Mike looked up at him a little confused.
"You guys had more shit to deal with then me, I was stuck in the mines." Matt reminded. Mike nodded.
"You still saw those, things…" Mike spoke. Matt nodded.
"Ugly fuckers…" He cursed.
"Hey, it's over. Let's not go down that path." Mike spoke changing topics.
"Agreed." Matt smiled resting his head back on his pillow.
Mike walked out of the hospital he stood at the entrance looking around. He had the day off which was good seeing as he was having strange dreams, not to mention that stunt he pulled at work. He rubbed his head. Why was he dreaming and hearing things? The death of Emily was a shock, Mike was trying his best to recover. He decided to head home.
Mike laid on his couch the television was on in the back but he wasn't paying attention to it. He held the magazine in his hand till his brows pressed together. He sat up reading the article about the incident that happened in the mountains.
"Four survivors escape the hell…" Mike read till the door opened he looked up to see Chris removing his coat.
"I'm back." Chris announced. Mike closed the magazine standing up.
"How did it go?" Mike asked. Chris walked into the living room sighing shrugging his shoulders.
"It, feels good to talk." Chris paused trying to put his words together. Mike smiled happy to see Chris was getting the help he needed.
"I'm happy for you." Mike spoke putting his hands on Chris's shoulders making him look. Mike had his face close to Chris's making him blush.
"Thank you, Mike." Chris's heart tightened in his chest. He wanted to kiss him. Without thinking Chris leaned in closing the distance between them. Mike stood wide eye. Chris had his eyes closed stealing a kiss. Chris opened his eyes slowly. Realizing what he had done.
"I-I…!" He was lost with words. He stepped back embarrassed having acted out in impulse. He quickly turned leaving slamming the door behind him. Mike stood still processing the fact he was kissed by Chris. He reached up touching his lips. A smile forming on his lips.
