A/N: next chapter!
I want to wrap this up soon.
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Zoey had passed out again at some point before the ambulance arrived. They took both her and Mike to the hospital.
When she woke up she was in a bed. Her ankle had been wrapped up in a cast and her arms had been bandaged as well as part of her face.
She glanced at the bed next to her and flinched, causing her to wince. Mike looked absolutely terrible. His face was bandaged and said bandages were stained red, he had an IV inserted into his bandaged arms as well as some other machines helping with his breathing, his legs and torso were covered by a blanket so Zoey had no clue if he was hurt there or not. He appeared to be asleep, or maybe unconscious. He was mumbling things.
Soon three people came in: a doctor, the driver of the car, and Zoey's mother. Mike's mother was still crying out in the waiting room.
Zoey's mom rushed over to her daughter's bed and kneeled in front of it. "Zoey, I'm so sorry..." She hugged her.
Zoey winced but returned the hug, sniffling. "It's not your fault, Mom."
"I never should have let you play with that boy."
"...but he saved me."
Meanwhile, the driver was on his knees at seeing the state Mike was in. He was repeating his apology over and over again, tears in his eyes.
Uh oh, it's your old man, yo.
Hey! I resent that, ya whippersnapper. But I agree, he's trouble.
Guys, he's sorry! He's actually sober right now, I think.
We don't know that, mate. And you're the one he always went after...
I thought I'd dealt with him already...guess I need to finish the job.
Don't. Mike is really hurt because of you, dingo. Physically.
I feel fine.
You won't when you wake up, mate.
Let me take control when he wakes up.
No.
Mike was muttering it all and his voice changed each time someone new talked as they went back and forth arguing.
The driver flinched every time he heard Mal's voice. "That little bastard..." he growled.
Zoey's mom looked concerned as she observed Mike's father from the other end of the room.
Mike's mother eventually came in and ordered her estranged husband to leave the room. He did so, sending her a look before walking out. He still peeked in through the window on the door. The doctor closed the blinds on said door.
The doctor then checked up on all the monitors attached to and surrounding Mike. He took down some notes.
Mike stirred and his eyes slowly opened. Said eyes were lined with black. "Damn, Manitoba wasn't kidding..." Mal winced as he muttered this in his gravelly voice.
"Mal, where's Mike?" their mom asked quietly.
"Not important," Mal replied. "Ugh, this hurts..." The painkillers had worn off.
Mike's mom held his hand comfortingly.
Zoey was staring at Mike's mother talking to Mal like he was a human being with feelings.
Mal looked over at Zoey. He raised an amused eyebrow at her. "Would you please leave me and Zoey here alone for a moment?" he asked the two mothers.
Zoey's mother was taken aback and was going to protest but Mike's mother just sighed and nodded. "It's better to do what he says," she told Zoey's mother.
"But-"
"Come, let's talk out in the lobby..."
Zoey's mother looked at her daughter once more, sighed, and appeared apologetic as she left the room behind Mike's mother.
Zoey gulped and turned to look at Mal.
"Be damn grateful," he said to Zoey.
"Wh-what? Why? Y-you got us here!" Zoey asked, her fists clenched.
"Be grateful for what Mike did, stupid." Mal rolled his eyes.
"Oh..."
"Yeah, he could've died, and the rest of us with him. That's on you, Red."
"...rest of us?" Zoey was clearly confused.
Don't tell her!
"Okay, geez..." Mal muttered in reply.
"Did you say something?" Zoey asked, hearing him.
"Nope, didn't say a word," Mal lied.
Zoey narrowed his eyes. "...let me talk to Mike."
"No."
Zoey looked away. She felt tears in her eyes as her own meds began wearing off. She sniffled and started crying, her eyes shutting.
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