"My head hurts." Mike said.
"We know," Davy said "It'll be okay."
Mike turned his head to look at him and frowned.
"Davy?" He asked in a whisper.
"Hi, I'm right here. You're gonna be okay."
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"You have nothing to apologize for." Davy said.
"I didn't mean to."
"Shh, it's okay." Davy said as they got to the doors and into the hospital.
"Oh my goodness," a nurse said, rushing over to them. "What happened?"
Mike looked up at her and smiled.
"Hi," he said happily.
"He…um…hit his head pretty bad, we think," Peter said looking at Mike. "He's been throwing up a lot too."
"Okay," She said "lets get him sitting down-"
Mike sat down cross legged on the ground.
"Not here Mike." Micky groaned.
"Yes, here," Mike challenged with a slight grin.
"Okay, fine," Micky sighed, not wanting to cause a scene. Peter sat down next to him.
"Are we protesting?" Mike asked.
"No Mike, we're sitting down." Peter said.
"Oh. Okay."
"Mike, you know you need to…" Micky started, gesturing to the nurse. "They need to examine you to make sure you're okay."
"Oh." Mike said frowning "but she said to sit down."
"Yes, but that was so she…!" Micky found himself getting frustrated and took a deep breath before he continued. "Yeah, she told you to sit down, you didn't do anything wrong."
"Am I doing something wrong?" Mike asked as he looked at the nurse.
"No sweetie." She said.
"I'm not a sweetie." Mike said.
"Sorry, no Mr.-"
"Dolenz." Mike said.
"Mr. Dolenz-"
"Hey, I'm Dolenz, your last name is Nesmith." Micky said.
"My head hurts." Mike said.
"I know it does," she said, getting on her knees in front of him. "Now, can you look at me, please?"
Mike made an effort to look everywhere but at her.
"Hey, can you look at me?" She asked. Mike shook his head no.
"Why not?" She asked.
"I'm looking at the light." Mike said.
"The light?" She asked.
"Hmm hmm. It's all over. It's pretty." Mike said.
"Just don't go into it." Davy joked, getting an elbow from Micky.
The nurse sighed.
"I know it's bright and the lights are pretty, but I need you to look at me for just a minute. Okay?"
"Hmm, okay." Mike said, rather reluctantly as he turned to face her.
"Hi." He smiled.
"Hello," she said, pulling out a light and shining it in Mike's eyes. He closed his eyes tightly and turned away the instant she did.
"Come on, Mike," Micky groaned.
"No!" Mike said sternly, still keeping his eyes squeezed shut.
"Mike," Peter said, putting his hand on Mike's shoulder. "I know it hurts, but it'll be over in ten seconds." Mike looked at him.
"Ten seconds." Peter repeated. Mike looked at the nurse and she took out her penlight and shined it into his eyes, first the left, then the right.
"Done," she said, "see quick as a wink."
"Winken, blinken and nod." Mike said.
"Very good." The nurse said she got up and turned to Micky and Davy.
"He does have a concussion. I'm not a doctor, but we'll get him a room and observe him for a few hours and we'll see how that goes. If it all goes well he can head home."
"And if it doesn't…?" Davy asked hesitantly.
"Don't worry about it," Micky told him and smiled at the nurse. "Thank you."
She nodded slightly and walked off. Micky let out a sigh and ran his hand down his face as Peter helped Mike to his feet.
"What'd she say?" Peter asked the other two. He was so focused with Mike that he hadn't been paying attention to their conversation.
"Oh, you have springing hair!" Mike said as he pulled on one of Micky's curls.
"Ouch Mike cut it out." Micky said, waving Mike's hand away from his hair. Mike only giggled and Micky rolled his eyes.
"Well, he's definitely got a concussion," Davy explained to Peter as Mike reached out for Micky again, only for Micky to smack him away. "They're gonna get a room for him and keep him here for a little while."
"Oh," Peter said, looking back over at Mike and Micky.
"Micky, what are you doing?" Davy asked as Micky walked over to Peter to try to hide behind him.
"Mike's trying to touch my hair." Micky said.
Mike only laughed as he began looking around for Micky but couldn't seem to find him. His smile quickly faded as his playful searching became more panicked and desperate.
"Help? Help, Micky?" He called out sadly and Micky emerged from behind Peter, suddenly concerned.
"What is it?" Micky asked with a frown.
"Micky!" Mike said going over and hugging him "I couldn't find you. I thought you got stolen."
Micky let out a sad laugh and returned the hug.
"I'm right here, Mike. Wait…you thought I got stolen?" He asked, confused. He pulled away from the hug and looked into Mike's panicked eyes. "Why would you think that?"
"I couldn't find you." Mike said "You were there one minute and the next you were gone."
Micky sighed, feeling guilty for trying to hide.
"I'm sorry, I won't do that again." He said quietly, offering a comforting smile. "Okay?"
"Okay." Mike said "Where did you go?"
"It doesn't matter now," he sighed, wrapping his arm around him. "It's okay."
"He was trying to hide," Peter blurted out, thinking Mike would feel more at ease knowing.
"Why?" Mike asked.
"Look, it doesn't matter," Micky said, shooting a look at Peter. "It's okay. Please, just believe me. It's not anything you need to worry about right now."
"Okay," Mike said "Your hair's springy."
"Yeah," Micky sighed "So you found out. Don't touch it okay."
"Okay." Mike said, smiling as the nurse came back.
"Okay Mr. Dolenz if you'll just follow me."
"Alright, Mike, you ready to go?" Micky asked and Mike nodded, excited about where they would be going. Micky started wondering if Mike even knew where he was but shrugged the worries off as he led Mike down the hall.
"Okay Mr. Dolenz, if you can just go in here and get up onto the table Dr. Harrison will be with you in a few minutes."
"Okay." Mike said as he hopped up onto the table. He looked around the room, a smile on his face, and accidentally made eye-contact with Micky.
"Hi," he said and Micky let out a choked laugh.
"Howdy," Micky said, putting on a fake smile and causing Mike to laugh.
"Where are we?" Mike asked.
"Hospital," Peter said with a sigh. Mike frowned and looked at him curiously.
"Why? Is someone sick?"
"You are Mike." Davy said "You have a bad concussion. Remember?" Mike shook his head no.
"Is this going to take long?" He asked, "I have somewhere to be."
"It'll take as long as it has to," Micky sighed. "And you're not going out until you're better."
"I feel good," Mike complained. "A little tired and a headache, but that's it. I'm fine."
"Mike, what's my name?" Peter asked. Mike looked at him and frowned.
"Stephen?" He said.
"Stephen!?" Micky said.
"No," Peter shook his head slightly. "I'm Peter."
Mike squinted his eyes at him, studying the face but shook his head.
"No," he said.
"Come on Mike, please!" Micky exclaimed. "That's Peter, I-I'm Micky. That's Davy over there," Davy offered a small wave. "We're in a band, we live together in a place on the beach. Please, Mike!"
Mike only frowned at him, he didn't speak.
"Mike?" Peter said.
"No." Mike said, shaking his head "You're Stephen." He said.
"Where did he get the name Stephen from?" Davy asked. Micky shrugged.
"My head hurts." Mike said "Can I go to bed?"
"NO!" Peter said, causing Mike to wince at the volume "Not yet okay Mike."
"Let's wait until the doctor comes and gets a look at you before bed, okay?" Micky offered.
"I wanna go to bed," Mike whined, "I'm tired."
"We know, but it's just for a bit longer okay?" Peter said.
"Okay." Mike said as he laid down and closed his eyes.
"Hey, stay awake." Micky said.
Mike groaned and whispered something under his breath. He was singing again.
"Mike, what are you singing?" Micky asked.
"I tried so hard my dear to show that you're my everything." Mike sang out.
"Oh boy," Micky sighed.
"What?" Davy asked.
"Yet, you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme." Mike said.
"He's singing Hank Willams." Micky said.
"Oh," Peter said, nodding. He was trying to hide the fact that he didn't know who Hank Williams was.
"Old country music star, Peter," Micky explained.
"Oh okay," Peter nodded. "Makes sense why he'd be singing that, then."
"Yeah," Davy said.
"Hmmm, what makes sense?" Mike groaned. "And why are you talking so loud?"
"Sorry Mike," Micky whispered "But you're singing Hank Williams."
"I like it," he whispered to himself, smiling.
"What?" Peter asked, leaning toward him.
"Secret," Mike giggled and Micky let out a sigh, just then the door opened and a doctor walked in.