Lip stirred from his sleep, to hear his phone ringing. "Jesus" he cussed as he was temporarily blinded by the sunlight. "What time is it?" Lip said to himself still trying to find his ringing phone. "Hello, Ian?" He said groggily.

"Hey, I need your help with something?" Ian said nervously biting his lower lip.

"Um sure, what is it?" Lip asked confused he thought Ian was at work, what would he need his help with?

"So this morning when you asked if I knew where Mickey was...

"Yeah...

"Well I found him, he's hurt..bad I need your help. You need to help me get him to the house, I need you to borrow Kev's truck... and hurry, were round the corner from patsy's, you should see the car it's pretty smashed up, hurry before the cops show to tape off the area though" Ian said quickly, Lip could hear the panic in his voice.

Jesus Ian. Lip thought, he didn't argue he quickly threw on some clothes and went next door to get the Van.

"Mickey come on you have to help me here," Ian said struggling to hold the boy upright, Ian was tall but Mickey was heavy and apparently quite muscly.

"It hurts" Mickey groaned leaning further into the crook of Ian's neck. This was very unlike Mickey he wasn't the touchy-feely type.

"Mick? ...Mick?" Ian repeated. "Hey stay with me Lip is on his way, Ian said worried at how hard Mickey was fighting to stay conscious.

"Ian" Lip came running round the corner he couldn't bring the van any closer the crashed car was blocking the road. Lip starting walking towards Ian, he was taking Mickey's full weight now.

"Fuck, Ian man he needs a hospital" Lip greeted as he saw the state Mickey was in.

"I know he does, but he can't go to the hospital without going back to prison, ugh just help me dammit," Ian said still struggling with Mickey. Both Ian and Lip took one of Mickey's arms and supported him round the waist.

They got to the van luckily without anyone seeing them, Ian had to run back for his medical bag and supplies, he opened up the back of the van and hopped in sitting next to Mickey, supporting him best he could.

"You good?" Lip asked looking back to see Ian cradling a barely conscious Mickey in his arms, he looked horribly pale.

"Just drive... quickly" Ian snapped.

They soon arrived back at the Gallagher's. Lip helped get Mickey into the house they tried to get him upstairs but it proved difficult. "Just get him on the couch," Ian said trying to carry his bag at the same time.

Shit, I'm stilI on shift Ian thought. What would he tell Sue or Rita? None of that mattered now, not even Trevor, Mickey needed his help and he would always be first priority over anything or anyone.

Debbie had heard all the commotion and had come downstairs, she was the only other Gallagher home. "What the hell is going on?" Debbie asked walking into the living room Franny balanced on her hip. "Mickey, Jesus what happened?" Debbie asked noticing a barely conscious Mickey on the couch.

"Not now Debs" Lip said pushing her back. "Go back upstairs" he added.

Ian knelt down beside Mickey and took his hand in his. "Mick, can you hear me?" Ian asked giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Worried Ian started rummaging through his bag, he found the pen light he had used earlier. He opened one of Mickey's eyes and flashed the light across, he then followed and repeated in the other eye. Lip watched nervously.

"Fuck" Ian muttered. "Fucking Jesus" Ian ran his hands through his hair pulling at the ends.

"Whats wrong?" Lip asked knowing from Ian's reaction that it must be bad.

"YOU NEED A FUCKING HOSPITAL MICKEY" Ian yelled at the unconscious boy. "His pupils are sluggish" Ian spoke now.

"What does that mean?" Lip asked. He knew it had something to do with the brain and swelling or pressure.

"It means he probably has a brain bleed or fractured skull, there's basically a shit load of pressure building up in his head," Ian said rummaging through his medical kit again.

"What can you do?" Lip asked.

"Not much... the swelling might go down on it own" But I doubt it Ian thought. He was just being hopeful, he pulled an IV kit from his bag and inserted it into Mickey's arm.

"Jesus" Lip hissed turning away quickly, he always hated needles, they made him so squeamish.

"Sorry, " Ian said not taking his eyes off Mickey. Ian grabbed a bag of clear saline and attached it to the IV site, he then drew back some medicine in a syringe and injected it into the bag of fluids.

"Hold this" Ian said passing the bag of fluids to Lip.

"Shit Ian this looks bad, I think we should take him to the hospital," Lip said shaking his head.

"Don't you think I know that!" Ian snapped again.

Mickey stirred throwing his head back as he tried to tug at his IV. "Mickey, hey?" Ian cooed gently stroking back the boy's hair, blood was still slowly oozing from his head but most of it had dried to his face and was starting to flake off.

Neither of the boys had noticed Debbie was still in the room, she left briefly to get a damp cloth, she approached Ian who had beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Here," she said passing him the wet cloth.

Ian nodded "Thanks, Debs" Ian carefully wiped the dried blood away, being careful of the other cuts on Mickeys face.

"Mickey?" Ian asked setting the cloth down on the table, he could see his face more clearly now.

"Gallagher" Mickey smiled painfully moaning as pain took over his body in waves.

"What hurts?" Ian asked his eyebrows furrowed with worry, he was glad that Mickey was talking, that was a good sign.

"Everything" Mickey whimpered like a small child, he griped Ian's hand tight as another wave of pain hit.

Ian looked over Mickey with sympathetic eyes, Lip still stood holding the IV up in the air. "Do you think we should change him into clean clothes?" Lip asked, looking at the blood-stained clothes Mickey was in, there was dirt and blood all over the place.

"Yeah," Ian said still not taking his eyes of Mickey. " Lip noticed this and nodded. "I'll go get some"He hooked the bag of fluids to the top of the lamp shade and ran off to get some clean clothes.

Debbie inched closer to Ian she was worried for Mickey, yes, but also worried for her brother he only ever got this worked up over Mickey and vice versa, when Ian was in the hospital Mickey couldn't stand to see him ill, knowing that he couldn't do anything.

"Ian?" Debbie asked. Ian finally looked away from Mickey but still gripped his hand tight.

"yeah?" Ian responded taking a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" Debbie asked gently bobbing her knee to keep Franny quiet.

"W-what," Ian said glancing back at Mickey.

"Are you okay, everyone's worried about Mickey, no-one asked you how your feeling?" Debbie asked Ian didn't look too good either, he looked pale and clammy.

"Yeah just tired, nervous, I feel sick, seeing him like this, it's upsetting, I feel responsible in a way" Ian mumbled the last part lowering his head with guilt.

"You didn't cause this Ian don't beat yourself up!" Debbie said laying her free hand on his back in an attempt to comfort him.

"Thanks, Debs," Ian said with a small smile. Lip entered the room with some fresh clothes.

"Here, I didn't know what would fit," he said handing Ian a few shirts and some jogging bottoms.

"Mick?" Ian soothed trying to sit him up again. Mickey protested when Lip and Ian attempted to move him.

"Stop it fucking hurts!" Mickey cried out.

"Mick its okay, you'll feel so much better if we can clean you up, I promise" Ian soothed trying to calm him down.

Mickey relaxed a little at the gentle touch of Ian's soft hands. "Thank you" he spoke again. Ian reached into his bag again and drew up another syringe injecting it right into the IV site this time.

Mickey rolled his head back and his muscles became limp and flaccid. Lips eyes widened thinking the worst.

"What did you give him?" Lip asked worriedly.

"Morphine and there's a sedative already in his IV" Ian replied slowly lifting Mickeys top up, it was hard to remove because the blood acted like a glue and it was stuck to his body. Ian carefully peeled away his clothes and wiped away more blood being careful of his injuries, even though Mickey was drifting in and out, he didn't want to cause any more damage.

With the help of Lip, Ian changed Mickeys top and moved on to his lower half. Lip removed his pants, normally he would have made a joke about how hairy his legs were or wouldn't have even gone near Mickeys junk, to begin with, but he knew the severity of the situation.

Also, there was no way Ian could do it on his own, Mickey was barely with it and it took the both of them to maneuver him safely.

"Shit" Ian said noticing Mickeys leg, he forgot he was complaining about it earlier, it was almost double the size of the other one and it looked bowed.

"God that looks bad" Lip stated noticing Mickeys leg.

Ian ran his hands through his hair again pacing back and forth. What the hell am I doing? I can't take care of him Jesus I'm just an EMT, not a fucking doctor. Ian thought.

"Okay, Okay" Ian knelt beside him once more. Ian felt Mickey's foot with the back of his hand, it was cold. Ian then ran his index and middle finger on the side of his foot, he could barley his foot pulse. "Can you hold is thigh down" Ian pointed to Lip. Lip cringed at the thought of what Ian was about to do.

"It's now or never" Ian mumbled pulling at Mickey's leg with force, he heard a crack and his leg looked a lot straighter, Ian felt for his pulse again, it was much stronger now.

Ian was glad that it was only his lower leg that was broken, if it was his femur it would have been a much different story, in fact, he probably would have bled out by now. Ian and Lip finished changing Mickey and both took a well-deserved sit down, Ian still hadn't moved from Mickey's side.

"Mick?" Ian said softly noticing the older boy stir.

"E" Mickey replied struggling to keep his eyes open.

"You're going to be okay" Ian soothed rubbing his thumb gently across Mickey's cheek. Ian brushed Mickey's hair from his eyes, it was so long now.

"Fuck it hurts bad E" Mickey wheezed his breathing still bad. Ian knew he needed a hospital, but there was no way Mickey was going to let him take him, at least not consciously.

"I know," Ian said empathetically. "Do you want some more pain killers?" Ian asked re-adjusting his position, his legs were starting to fall asleep.

"N-No they make me feel funny" Mickey said taking another painful breath. This made Ian wince. He knew he couldn't give him anymore sedative without risking his airways deteriorating anymore, and he couldn't give him much more pain relief without overdosing him, but Ian couldn't stand to see Mickey in this much pain.

Every time Ian thought about calling an ambulance, he reversed the situation and he knew that Mickey would do the same for him.

"I'm so sorry Mick, I should have visited you more, I gave up on us," Ian said softly feeling a wave of guilt wash over him.

"It's okay- I forgive yo-

Mickey was cut off by the narrowing of his airways, his wheezing now became raspy gasps for air as his body attempted to do anything to get air in. "M-Mickey. MICK" Ian panicked shooting up from his sitting position.

Mickey was now clutching at his chest, trying to signal to Ian that he couldn't breathe. Ian was already up on his feet trying to ease frantic Mickey.

"C-cant Br-e-a-th" Mickey managed to gasp out in between painful breaths. Lip came back into the room at the awful sound of Mickey gasping for air.

"Ian I'm calling an ambulance this is fucking crazy!" Lip yelled over the commotion trying to get his phone from his pocket.

"NO," Ian and Mickey said in union.

"He's going to die, Ian, he can't breathe for fuck's sake" Lip protested dialing the numbers 9-1-1.

"I can help," Ian said unwrapping a small needle from his bag.

"Ian" Lip said his thumb hovering over the dial button.

"Give me a minute" Ian snapped, running his hand along Mickey's rib cage, "1,2,3 he counted along the spaces between his ribs, before darting the needle into his chest, a small sound of whooshing air was released and Mickey took a deep breath in. He could breathe again.

All three boys exhaled loudly. "Pneumothorax" Ian laughed a little out of relief, he was surprised he had managed to keep the ambulance at bay this long.

END

A/N: Let me know what you thought of this chapter please? and where you would like to see this story go? what kind of things you would like to see happen. Any suggestions are welcome, thanks so much for all your support on the first chapter! You guys legit blew up my phone within a few hours of posting the first installment. :) xx