Finally! Ugh, I had almost no ideas for this chapter :/ Oh well, Let's see how this turns out!

Chapter four,

Problem after problem

Mike strolled through the parking lot back to his car. He was surprised he even got the job. Heh, guess would accept just about anybody at this point. He could still hear his new bosses words ring throughout his head. "Great! ya' start tommorow night! Remember, your shift starts at twelve n' ends at six. Trust me...ya dont want to be late." He shivered at how serious those last words were.

Mike slowed his pace to a stop, and took his keys out of his pocket.

When he got there although, he saw something he didn't expect. There was some dude going through his car! Mike's eye twithched. "What the hell do you think your doing!" He yelled. He man's eyes widened as he turned around. His arms were full...of Mike's belongings... Mike screamed. "Put...my...stuff...back!" He was nearing his dangerous line that nobody wanted to cross.

The man was huge! Probably averaging a monstrous height of about 6'8. Nearly a foot taller than him. Still, that didn't intimidate Mike. The guy just laughed, pushing Mike's anger closer to the edge."Ya! And what are you gonna do about it?!"Mike smirked."This." He calmly walked over to the man and sucker-punched him in the face.

The man howled in pain, clutching his nose. Warm blood seeped through his fingers. The man saw this and dropped Mike's stuff. "Oh you wanna fight huh?!" Mike sighed, going over to his stuff, but the man blocked him. Mike spoke. "Give me my stuff and no-one gets hurt. Ka-peesh?" The man motioned his hand, summoning his comrades of simular height.

"Shit!" Mike thought, but still kept his cool, and stared at them fiercly, trying to give the impression that he wasn't scared of them. The man then replied by kneeing Mike in the chin. The force and surprise of the kick pushed Mike to the ground. Sticky blood ran down his chin, as he moaned. One of the goons stepped forward and took a rock, smashing it against Mikes stomach. He screamed in pain at the rock grinding against his stomach.

He gritted his teeth, He swiftly pulled his legs back, and kicked the guy in his stomach. Mike tried then, to dart back to his car, having realized the terrible mistake he had made.

However, Another one of the men grabbed the back of Mike's shirt, spun him around, and threw him to the other side of the brick wall. Mike felt searing pain in his head as everything started to get blurry, only feeling the man's fist slam into his multiple times before everything went black.

Mike painfully snapped back into reality when he heard something snap. He screamed at the pain that now came to his wrist. He looked down to see it curl unaturally back. He gritted his teeth, trying hard not to shed the tears that he felt were about to come, and not to scream out anymore either.

He looked up to see the men snickering at him. The One had been smoking a ciggerate, dropped the butt on his chest and smashed it with his boot.

The boss smirked. "Come on, I think he's learned his lesson now. Let's get outta here." Laughing, he added. "Oh, and i'll be taking this." He picked Mike's stuff off the ground, as they stalked away. When Mike was sure they were gone, he flipped them off with his good hand. He muttered curses of pain under his breath.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket."Good." He thought. "Those son of a bitches didn't take my phone at least."He snorted, and pulled the phone out of his pocket, yelping as he acidentally hit his wrist pulling it out.

He saw who it was. "Hey Jere what's up?" He asked as casually as he could. "M-Mike..I h-have some bad news." Mike groaned. "That's fucking perfect!" M-Mike are you okay?" Jeremy asked, worried. Mike wasn't usually this bad tempered.

Mike sighed. "No Jeremy, to be honest, I'm not. I got the job at least but got into this fight with these...guys coming out of the pizzeria. They beat me up pretty bad, and took a bunch of my stuff."

Jeremy gasped. "Mike that's horrible! Are you are you sure your okay? H-How bad are you hurt?!"

Mike muttered. "I-it's really only my wrist..." blushing about Jeremy freaking out so much over him. Jeremy asked, trying to calm down a bit. "W-What's wrong with your wrist?" Mike just winced as he touched it. "It's like sprained or something." Jeremy shrieked. "Why didn't you call the cops Mike!" I-uh didn't have time." Well do it then!" Fine, fine." Mike was about to hang up when he remembered something.

"Hey Jeremy, what uh is the bad news?" Jeremy facepalmed himself, almost forgetting for a half- a second. "V-Vincent's sick..."

Mike was puzzled. "He seemed fine when I left." Jeremy hysterically shrieked. "That's what I don't get about it!" Mike just shrugged. "Look jeremy, your probably just overreacting. I bet it's just the flu or a cold or somethin'-" Jeremy shook. "I-I'm not overreacting! Look, I'm gonna stay home from work today and-"No your not. Look, just stay there until I get my wrist fixed, and I can stay there. I don't start work 'til tommorow, and not until midnight anyways."

Jeremy sighed. "I almost forgot that you got the job. I-I'm glad. Thanks Mike. Just please, go to the doctor first." Mike chuckled. "I will Jere. Don't worry, love ya' bye." Jeremy blushed. S-See you soon. I love you too! Bye."

Although before Mike called, he needed to succumb to the need to curse to himself for a little bit first.

A few hours later...

Jeremy walked over to the couch. He was really worried about Vincent. He would'nt even respond to him, had barely moved from that spot, and his face had been twisted up in pain for a while now. He had a shiver run down his spine. Moving over to Vincent he cooed. "Hey Vinny. A-Are you alright?" He light scooted over to him and took his tempeture. It was 105 degrees. Jeremy bit his bottom lip. He gulped "V-Vinny?"

Vincent moaned. Cracking open his left eye. He murmered. "J-Jeremom?" Jeremy literally cried at hearing his little voice. He was so happy that he didn't care that his son has basicly called him a girl.

He was speechless. He was a mess. He was-

Mike popped his head in as he cracked open the door."You missed me or what?" Jeremy rushed over to Mike. There was a brace over Mike's wrist. "Those idiots got arrested so I got ma stuff back. Wish I could've shown them not to mess with me though!" Jememy smiled. This was definitly the Mike he knew. The Mike he loved.

Mike raised an eyebrow. "How's the-" Jeremy buried his face in Mike's chest. Sobbing tears of joy. Mike wrapped his arm around him, still a little puzzled. Jeremy was just so happy. Mike was alright. He knew Vincent was going to be okay. He knew everything was going to be just fine.

Jeremom is best mom! XD Well I'm working on editing more, just To make my stories top-notch~ Anyways I really loved making this chapter. In my opinion it really fit into the hurt/comfort catagory that my story is supposed to be. Be expecting more soon. Leave a review of your thoughts on this. And as always I will see you in the next chapter! Bye-bye!