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Chapter 5: Death and Love
Ian POV
I felt like I was dying when my eyes open to bright lights rushing past me so fast I wanted to throw up. A guy in a mask? Oh it's the hospital. I feel the breath knocked out of me in an instant followed by loud erratic beeping. "He is coding!" is what I hear before it is all black again. It feels cold and empty but I wake up what seems like two seconds later. Did I die? Looking around I see Lip and Fiona. She hugs me as hard as she can. "Oh thank God Ian we thought we were going to lose you."
"I.." i can't even talk it burns my throat. I drink the water Lip offers and try again. "Did I die?" They look at each other obviously trying to come up with an answer. Well that was the answer. I technically died. I look around for the only face I want to see right now. But I don't see him. "Where is Mickey?" The look to each other again avoiding my eyes. "Were the hell is he?!"
"Just focus on healing right now. The doctor said you were lucky that you didn't need surgery you just lost too much blood which led to your heart to stop beating for a couple of minutes so you might have some heart problems for a bit ok? So we need to focus o.." "I don't care where the hell is Mickey? Is he in the waiting room? I want to see him. No I NEED to see him!" Why the hell are they being like this?
Lip finally says something. "Ian he fucking took off. Ok? Did you really want to hear that!" Took off. What the hell did that mean? He told me he loved me. He probably just needed alone time to think. "He will be back." It came out as a whisper. Fiona always has to chime in when don't need it though. "Ian you lost conciousness as the house and he was out the door before the ambulance even go there. I yelled for him to fucking stay and he didn't. He is GONE ok? He up and left you bleeding on the stairs! There is no excuse for that!" No this is fucking bullshit. Why would he do that? He wouldn't. Right? Not after what has happened. Did I really just get fucked over. I told myself to not forget who he really is and I did. I didn't want to get hurt again but I think I just did. I close my eyes to stop te tears. I'm not crying. Crying. Mickey cried. I saw it when he said he loved me. He does love me. So why did he leave me?
Mickey POV
I hope he going to be ok. I look down at the blood on my clothes. Ians blood. After I started walking it took me eight blocks to realize that I was a mess. I hope nobody called the cops. I ran back to his house and changed. Washed the blood off but I still felt it. The paramedics must have arrived right after I left. Good I just wish I was there but I can't. Not right now.
Now I'm sitting here staring at this run down piece of shit I used to call home. Home. Ha yeah right I never felt at home here. I felt more at home in the hour I spent at Ian's then I did seventeen years here. Ian. If he dies so will I. I can't do it without him. Not anymore. Mandy was right he got under my fucking thick skin and he is never getting out. When he told me he loved me i wanted him to take it back. But now I just hope that he heard me say it back. If he isn't... isn't what? Dead. No he isn't. I just have to know that he wouldn't leave me. He is a fighter and a persistance little shit. He is ok.
But this should have never happened. And that bitch was right it was my fault. I let it all bubble to the surface. Everything that has happened. The look on Ian's face when Iggy stabbed him. On my fathers order no less. Walking up to the door and kicking it in splintered the wood so bad it broke in half. "What the fuck?" My dad is the living room shooting up from the couch. "Good your home."
"Get the fuck out you aren't welcome here!" I look around no guns handy. Good again. But I know he has one in his jeans. Before he thinks to pull it out I rush forward and smash his face with my head. Grabbing his gun before he drops down yelling in pain. "Iggy says hi by the way."
His face darkens. Yeah he knows why I am here. "I heard that fucking ass digger talk all about how he ruined your life. Sending you to juvie. Turning you into a queer. I was doing you a favor! Iggy is on my side Mickey!" I mock laugh as the words hang in the air for a moment. "Oh really I don't see him anywhere." Looking around a little to dramatically knowing Iggy really isn't there. "You know why? Because he is probably in the hospital. Under police protection, hand cuffed to his bed. Attempted murder really fucks up a person's life."
"You did this. It's all your fault!" My fault. Now I am really laughing. "Yeah I hear that a lot. And you're right. It is my fault. I came to you and I threatened you." My voice is dead calm and I have no idea how. With each step forward I hear my voice tightening even more. It's almost hard to speak. "I told you if you ever touched Ian again I would shoot you in the face. I shouldn't have to say if you have somebody do it for you it still FUCKING COUNTS!"
His eyes bug out and holds up his hands. "Mickey come on please! I have only tried to be the best father I could to you kids." What? The best father. How could he even choke up those words? I shut down and raise my hand higher. The gun goes off as my eyes close but I hear the splat. They finally open after minutes of dead silence to see him laying there with blood coming out of the hole in his head. His cold lifeless eyes staring back at me. Terry is dead.