Note to readers- Anyone still with me? Sorry for no update, I just didn't have the energy to type it up. I've started looking for a job and I was just ehausted from that. Also I am not, I repeat nota medical professional, so any medications that are mentioned may or may not be used for what I am using them for, all I know is that a family member of mine who has bipolar disorder takes the type of medication that I mention. Also this chapter is going to be like super duper short, just because there really isn't much I can put into it with out fucking up the flow of the next chapter. -Alayna

Mickey and Lip sat in the waiting room for nearly an hour. Finally Ian came out of the office. He looked tired, but normal. Mickey waited patiently in his seat; he was letting Gallagher come to him, he wasn't going to make the kid feel like he was forcing himself on him.

Lip on the other hand was up pretty fucking fast, Mickey yanked the back of Lip's shirt and made him sit. He didn't want him upsetting Ian, again.

Ian didn't walk toward them, he walked to the desk. Mickey guessed he was making another appointment.

Ian walked toward them, Mickey's heart rate increased.

"Can we go home Mick?" He spoke so quietly that Mickey barely heard him, he seemed so-small. Mickey nodded and stood.

"So what'd the doc say?" Fuck, Mick wanted to punch Lip; clearly Ian didn't want to talk about it.

Ian grabbed Mickey's hand and didn't say anything. Mickey didn't have in it in him to pull his hand away from Ian. It wasn't something Mickey wanted to be doing in public, but he knew that Ian needed it, so he allowed it; he didn't want to hurt the kid.

Ian was silent the entire ride home.

Mickey follwed Ian up the stairs and into the apartment, Lip had been smart enough to realize that it was a good idea if he left, at least for now.

When Ian saw the destruction in the apartment he broke down, he fell to his knees on the floor, tears flowing freely down his face, broken sobs escaping his throat.

Mickey knelt down next to him.

"You okay kid?" Dumb fucking question Milkovich, clearly he isn't okay.

Ian shook his head and cried harder.

"Hey it's okay. All this shit can get it fixed. We can get new shit. It's all fine."

Ian just cried and looked around the room.

"What'd the doctor say?" Mickey didn't know if Ian would talk about it, but he thought there was a better chance that Ian would tell him, than when Lip had asked.

"He said..said that..I'm.." Ian's words were shakey, and suddenly stopped when he sobbed.

"That you're what?" Mickey knew what was coming, he fucking knew, but he needed to hear Ian say it.

"I'm bipolar." Ian was whispering.

"And?" Mickey knew that there was more to it than just that.

"He said that..I can't be in the army anymore. I'm mentally unstable. And he wants me to take fucking pills." Ian got progressively louder, until he was nearly screaming.

Mickey didn't flinch though, he took it. He knew Ian needed to get all the anger and frustration out.

"What kinda pills?" Mickey was curious.

"Fucking..depakote or some fucking thing. I don't wanna take it, but I have to, don't I?" Ian still sounded pretty upset but he had calmed down a considerable amount. Mickey nodded.

"Yea, do you want me to go get the prescription filled?"

"No, I wanna do, but you'll come with me right?" Mickey felt-proud-Ian was accepting that he had to take the pills, he was accepting that he had a mental disorder.

"Of course." Ian smiled and wiped his face.

"You wanna go now?" Ian nodded and stood up with Mickey.

They headed to the drugstore a few blocks away.

It didn't take too long for the prescription to be filled, if Mickey had to guess he'd say it took thirteen minutes, not that he was counting.

The pharamisist went over a bunch of information with Ian about the pills and shit, Mickey pretended thtat he wasn't listening but he was, he wanted to know what the side effects of the pills were and shit, he just didn't want Ian to know, that he wanted to know.

Ian just nodded and listened to all that he was told.

He was supposed to begin taking the pills the next morning.

The walk home was very quite, neither of them spoke, or even looked at eachother.

When they got back to the apartment, despite the fact that he could stand doing it, Mickey began cleaning.

Ian went straight into the bedroom.

Mickey was picking up pieces of broken glass, and other random chunks of garbage when he saw it.

Amongst broken glass, discarded beer cans and cigarette butts, it shined.

The light glinted off of it, taunting Mickey.

His heart clenched, his breathing became shallow.

Why hadn't he noticed earlier? How had he been so blind?

Note to readers- Sorry dears. I hate to leave you with a cliffhanger, but that's how it has to be. If you are still with me, let me know what you thought. And what do you think the object that Mickey has just discovered is? -Alayna