Despite the guys doing everything they could and trying to follow doctors orders as much as possible, Mike didn't seem to get any better. If anything, he only got worse.

It was strange and frightening for all of them, except for Mike, who simply seemed oblivious to everything around him. They had no idea how someone could get hypothermia from staying inside all day, barely doing anything but playing guitar. Surely it wasn't possible…was it?

They put him upstairs in his bed, giving him several blankets to keep him warm, and did their best to take care of him, as much as they could.

"Hey, Mike," Micky said softly as he entered the room with a slight pain in his heart. Even under the bundle of blankets Mike was wrapped in, it looked like he was still shivering.

Mike didn't acknowledge him as he came into the room but Micky didn't mind the fact. He carefully made his way in and crouched down beside Mike.

"Hey, Mike," he said again. "Are you awake?"

A slight hum escaped from the mess of blankets and Micky smiled.

"Okay," he said, nodding. "Are you awake enough so I could take your temperature?"

Suddenly, a head appeared from under the blankets.

"M-Micky…" Mike said weakly.

"Hi," Micky smiled. "Can you open your mouth for me, please? I'm gonna take your temperature and I promise, it'll only be a second."

Mike opened his mouth and Micky stuck the thermometer in. 92 degrees (33.3 C). Micky closed his eyes and sighed, taking the thermometer back as Mike hid himself back under his blankets.

"C-c-cold," Mike shivered from underneath the pile.

"It's okay, Mike," Micky whispered, a slight smile on his face as he began wrapping another blanket around his friend.

Mike groaned.

"Just rest," Micky continued. "It's okay, you're sick."

"Hmm, n-no in nod," he slurred, rolling over onto his side.

Micky let out a slight laugh.

"You are, Mike," he said. "But that's okay…just rest, and I'm sure you'll get better."

He wasn't as sure as he wanted to be at that moment. People don't just get sick for no reason, especially not hypothermia if you haven't been out in the cold. Still, he put on a brave face and stayed in the room until he assumed Mike had fallen asleep.

Michael shivered as he found himself standing back in the rain with his suitcases. He vaguely remembered the cafe but there was none in sight. He could barely walk as his legs began shaking too. Still, he needed to make it to the city and find a hotel or anywhere to stay.

As he made his way down the side of the road, several cars passed by him but one stopped right in front of him. He was expecting the worst as the window slowly rolled down to reveal a gorgeous blonde woman, a worried look on her face.

"Michael…?" She asked softly in a voice that made his heart melt. There was something else on his mind though. Who was she and how on Earth did she know his name?

He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Quickly, the woman rushed out of the car, going to him. Without saying anything else, she wrapped her arms around him and led him to the back seat of her car.

"B-b-b-b…" he stuttered, shivering as she helped him sit upright in the seat. "Bags," he finally managed to say.

She nodded and grabbed his suitcases, putting them by his feet. She closed the car door and went back into the driver's seat, looking at him worriedly through the rear view mirror.

"Oh, Michael," she said. "What were you doing out there alone in the rain?"

Who does she think I am? Michael wondered to himself. She knew his name, sure, but the more she spoke, the more evident it seemed that she was talking about a different Michael.

He didn't even remember much after that. The car began to drive and then suddenly, he was being picked up and carried into a building. When his eyes opened, he found himself in perhaps the most comfortable bed he had ever been in. Looking around, the room almost seemed like a bedroom you'd find in a castle. And he was wrapped in some of the softest blankets he could've imagined. He smiled slightly and allowed himself to feel comfortable when suddenly there was a knock.

He blinked a few times, trying to keep his eyes open as the woman from before came into the room.

"Hi, Mike," she said quietly, sitting down on the bed.

"Oh, you poor thing," she continued, now brushing his hair out of his face with her hand.

Right then, Michael could feel the pain of guilt. Here this woman was, being so generous and kind and taking a stranger in, thinking he's someone he's not. He sat up and opened his mouth to try and tell her that, but suddenly a finger was placed over his lips.

"Shh," she whispered, gently pushing him back down into a lying position and wrapping another blanket around him. "Don't try and speak, it's okay."

"B-but…" he started and then she smiled at him. Almost instantly, he could feel whatever cares, doubts, and reservations he had fade away when she smiled at him like that.

"Just rest," she said. "There's a bell beside the bed. Just ring it if you need anything. Okay?"

He looked over and saw a small white bell, it looked almost like a prayer bell, sitting on the nightstand. Looking back up at her, he managed a slight smile and nodded.

"O-o-okay…" he stammered and her smile grew.

"I hope you get to feeling better, Mike," she said, standing. Michael only nodded, not sure what else to do. When she finally left, he closed his eyes and allowed the warmth around him and fatigue he felt to take over as he drifted off to sleep.