Note To Readers-I'm soooo sorry another short one, I keep promising that I'm going to make it longer, but I was at my brother's house all day and now my mom is booting me off the computer so she can go one :/ -Alayna
The first few days were long and boring. Ian talked non-stop, not that he didn't before they were sent to this fucking desert. Mickey hated the sand, and the heat and just everything about the place.
Mickey continued ignoring Ian; he still said 'yea' or 'mmhm' or 'no' when he thought it was necessary but he didn't speak directly to the red-head unless it was about their assignment. Mickey could see that he was hurting the kid; he felt terrible. But he was just trying to protect him.
"Mick what the fuck is your problem?" The other three guys in their group had gone off to do fuck knows what; Mickey and Ian were alone.
"What are you talkin' about Gallagher?"
"I mean last week you were telling me that you loved me and now you're fucking ignoring me and acting like a dick again." Mick snorted and spit on the ground.
"You knew I was a dick when all this started, don't act so suprised." Mickey really didn't like being mean to Ian; but his brain kept telling him to keep the kid away from him. Kept telling him that if he really loved him, he'd make him stay away.
Mickey's really not sure why his brain was telling him that, but he knew he should listen to it.
The next day during their patrol duty, Ian didn't talk at all.
Mickey was upset about the kid not talking, but he knew it was for the best. He needed the kid to hate him.
Two weeks after Ian stopped talking to Mickey it happened.
It started off as a normal day, just patroling. Some guys wanted to come inside, they were dessed in military uniforms; Mickey knew something wasn't right about them from the start.
Ian was off doing some shit and Mickey had never been happier that the kid was no where near him.
One of the men pulled out a gun. Mickey didn't even have time to react. He was shot, in the gut. It hurt like a bitch, much worse than when he was shot in the leg. The other three guys in his group were shot as well.
Mickey hit his head when he fell. Everything went black.
(We are switching to Ian's point of view for the rest of the chapter.)
Ian heard the gun shots and took off running. He saw Mickey bleeding on the ground; blood pooling under his head and pouring out of his stomach.
Ian's heart jumped into his throat. Mickey's a dick, but Ian still loved him.
"Please be okay, please." Ian touched Mickey's cheek.
Ian picked up his radio and called for help. Ian hadn't realized tears were sliding down his cheeks, until he saw a few drops mixing with the dirt and blood on Mickey's face.
