"LIP, CARL, ANYONE?" Ian yelled one last time.
"Please" Ian whimpered burying his head into the bed sheets, each raspy breath Mickey took killed Ian inside, he wished he could just take away all the pain and suffering, he hated having to be so strong for Mickey.
"Ian! What's happening?" Carl skid into the door frame trying to get into the room.
"Carl thank fuck go get my medical bag its downstairs, near the couch, its red" Ian burst out with relief that at least one of his brothers had come to his aid.
"It's okay Mick Carl's gone to get help, hold on," Ian said trying to hold himself together and keep Mickey calm simultaneously.
Carl came running back into the room a few seconds later, he tossed down the bag near Ian's feel, he looked just as petrified as Ian did.
"Hold Mickey keep him on his side" Ian directed grabbing his bag tossing the contents all over the floor. Carl obeyed taking over where Ian was stood.
"Where the hell is it" Ian panicked.
"Ian! there's stuff leaking all over the bed," Carl said alarmingly, trying to hold Mickey still who was still thrashing around in an attempt get air in.
"Just hang on" Ian snapped just as terrified, he'd found what he was looking for another drainage bag. "okay Mick this is going to hurt a little but you'll feel a lot better I promise" Ian soothed again, slowly pulling the full bag and replacing it with an empty one.
Mickey screamed as Ian pulled the tube, he felt it grind between his rib cage. As Ian pulled off the bag, most of its contents spilled onto the floor along with most of the remaining fluid that Mickey had been choking on. He cleaned up the remaining fluid securing the bag with more tape.
Both Ian and Carl slumped back onto the floor.
"How many times has this happened," Carl asked taking deep breaths, his heart still in his mouth.
"A few, and it's going to keep happening, he needs a hospital Carl, and I don't know what to fucking do, I can't let him go back to prison... I love him" Ian said desperately trying to hold himself together, his eyes stung with tears that threatened to fall.
"Hey, it's going to be okay, you're a great EMT and there's no way any of us would have been able to do what you've done," Carl said with a smile, Ian nodded thanking his brother. "...What about Trevor?" Carl added, he had only met the boy once before.
"I can't even think about that right now, I've fucked up, I mean I was never over Mickey, I told myself I was to make it easier on losing him. I should have never got with Caleb or Trevor, I don't know what I'm doing Carl," Ian said burying his head in his hands.
Before Carl had the chance to reply Mickey went into a small coughing fit, instantly drawing Ian's attention back to Mickey. "Shhh, it's okay" Ian spoke gently, moving the boy into a better position that made it easier for him to breathe.
"Ian?" Mickey spoke his voice was husky and dry.
"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, don't worry," Ian said tracing circles around Micky's palm with his thumb.
"Good..and I love you too," Mickey said resting his head back on his pillow. Ian smiled, then blushed realizing he had overheard the conversation he had just had with Carl.
"I'll go get a glass of water" Carl offered, to let the boys have some privacy.
"I'm sorry" Mickey spoke softly trying to reserve his strength.
"What for?" Ian asked joining him back on the bed now.
"For all this shit, I know it's stressing you out, I can't really remember what happened yesterday, just bits, but I know without you I'd probably be dead" Mickey slurred a little making Ian nervous.
"You know I would do anything for you right?" Ian said tilting Mickey's head towards him so he could look him in the eyes.
"Yes," Mickey nodded. "I would do the same for you and I hope you know that" Mickey added slurring again, he let his head rest on Ian's chest, his body relaxed and became floppy.
"Mickey? hey" Ian said trying to lift the boy up, thinking he had fallen unconscious again.
"I'm here," Mickey said his voice hoarse from talking, he nuzzled his head further to into Ian's neck trying to comfort him despite his current state. Mickey was always like that he tried to pretend he didn't care, but he did, he cared a lot more than people thought, he just never liked to show it to anyone but Ian. Mickey had always put up a front, trying to protect everyone all the time, Ian knew he struggled to show his feelings sometimes. That front was down now. In a way, Ian enjoyed seeing this side of Mickey, just not under these circumstances.
Ian reached over and grabbed the pen light off the bedside cabinet. "Mick look here" Ian gently lifted Mickey's head off his chest so the boy didn't have to exert himself. Ian flashed the light once more making the injured boy wince.
Ian exhaled loudly but didn't say anything he was trying not to worry Mickey. Carl entered placing the water on the cabinet. "Thanks" Ian nodded.
Ian pressed the glass against Mickey's dry lips. "Drink Mick, you need to stay hydrated" Ian said slowly pouring the water into his mouth. Mickey swallowed it was difficult as his mouth was so dry.
" It's bad isn't it?" Mickey said finding it a little easier to talk now his throat was lubricated better.
"You're going to be fine" Ian lied.
"E, don't lie to me" Mickey replied trying to move his position to show Ian he could tell he was lying.
"I'm so worried about you, you shouldn't medically be conscious and talking right now Mick, you have a bad head injury, I'm worried about infection from your tube and I'm not sure how badly your leg's broken, please let me take you to the hospital!" Ian demanded tears pricking his eyes again.
Mickey struggled to sit up from pain and the restriction from the tube, he managed to get into a half sitting position, he placed his hand on Ian's cheek wiping away the escaped tears. "No hospitals," Mickey said slowly and calmly. "You can take care of me here I know you can" Mickey added falling back down to the bed, too exhausted to hold himself up anymore.
"Mick... I'll keep you here as long as I can but if anything happens that I can't control... I won't let you die" Ian replied his voice cracking with tears. Ian resumed his position on the bed and fell back to sleep cradling Mickey gently being mindful not to knock the tube.
Ian fell asleep for a good 4 hours without being disturbed he looked over at the time it had just gone 1 pm. "Mickey, you okay?" Ian asked nudging the other boy for a response.
"mmm,' Mickey replied opening one eye to let Ian know he was still with him. "Hurts" Mickey whispered just loud enough for Ian to hear. Ian nodded gently sliding out from underneath the covers, he walked to his kit drawing some more morphine back in a syringe. "Here, Let me know if you need more" Ian said laying back down next to Mickey.
Ian got Mickey settled again, he watched him sleep for a bit making sure he was okay before getting up, he needed food and his own medication otherwise he'd be no help to anyone. As Ian went to leave the room Mickey opened his eyes "E"
"Mick, hey, ssh, go back to sleep" Ian hushed moving closer to the boy.
"Don't leave me" Mickey whined, reaching out his hand to try and stop Ian.
"I'm not leaving you, I'm not going anywhere, I was going to make us some food and I need my meds Mick, I missed them yesterday," Ian said softly stroking Mickey's hair to make him sleepy again.
As much as Mickey wanted him to stay he knew how important it was for Ian to take his meds properly and with food too, they always made him sick if he took them on an empty stomach. "Mm-K go," Mickey said giving him the nod.
"I'll be right back I promise!" Ian said giving Mickey a reassuring kiss on the head. Ian made his way downstairs, Lip passed out on the couch and Carl sat at the table eating some cornflakes.
"Hows Mickey?" Carl asked sloshing milk across the table as he scooped another spoonful into his mouth.
"He's sleeping, I'm about to make us some food" Ian replied grabbing his medicine off the counter, he took a few pills from each bottle tossing them back with a sip of water.
"How long's he been sleeping?" Ian asked signaling to Lip on the couch.
"Well I've been up since 7ish when you called me in, and he's been like that ever since" Carl replied now getting up and placing his empty bowl in the sink.
"Why do you think he's drinking again?" Carl added, vacating to the living room now.
"I don't know, he had a beer last night, then finished off mine, but god knows what else he's drunk" Ian replied grabbing some eggs from the fridge now.
The door went again. Ian raised an eyebrow wondering who it was. Frank.
"Jesus Frank get the fuck out!" Carl yelled trying to close the second door before he could get any further.
"I'm your father...and this is my house, I've brought Liam home... let me through dammit" Frank shouted, obviously lying trying to use Liam as an excuse to get in.
"Wheres Liam Frank?" Carl asked struggling to keep the door shut, Frank had half of his body through, he was still trying to push past Carl.
"Ian!" Carl yelled for assistance, Ian was already on his way, grabbing the bat from the stairs, this awoke Lip, who gladly got up to assist the other two boys in trying to get Frank out.
"Jesus" Frank called out as Ian swung the bat, somehow he managed to worm his way past the boys, noticing the empty morphine containers on the table. "Got any more?" Frank added examining the empty container.
"Frank get the fuck out your not welcome here" Lip added slurring a little, still hungover.
Carl and Ian each grabbed one of Franks' arms, pulling him towards the back door. In the struggle Frank was putting up he elbowed Carl in the face, making the youngest boy fall to the ground.
"Carl! You alright?" Lip asked helping the boy to his feet, Ian now had Frank against the wall. "Get the fuck outta here, now Frank" Ian threatened holding the bat up against his neck.
"I'll leave if you give me some morphine, that's the good shit, hospital grade" Frank spat, the smell of stale beer breath wafted in Ian's face, making him pull away.
"Frank get the fuck out!" Carl said wiping the blood away from his nose, Frank had got him good. Ian looked over to see if Carl was alright, Frank took his moment of weakness as an opportunity to make a run for it.
Frank dashed up the stairs trying to get away from the boys, he ran into the nearest room, locking the door behind him. The boys sprinted after him, Ian couldn't get up the stairs quick enough. Ian arrived first hearing the lock click on the door, Frank had run into Ian's room. Mickey was in there.
"Jesus Frank open this fucking door" Ian screamed now, he should have never left Mickey alone. Carl and Lip took a step back Ian was fuming with rage, he started hitting the door with the bat.
"FRANK!" Ian shouted again trying to get his arm through the hole he had just made and unlock the door.
Ian got the door open and rushed in slamming Frank against the wall with everything in him. "What did you do Frank! You better not have fucking touched him, I swear to god if you have, I'll fucking kill you" Ian threatened this time thrusting the bat into Franks' ribs, not enough to cause any real damage, just enough to make him double over.
The truth was Frank hadn't even noticed Mickey on the bed, he was trying to get out the window when he saw the morphine in the bag, Carl grabbed Franks hand crushing it with his until he released the bottles he was holding.
"You're not my son's, your not even Gallaghers" Frank spat again as Lip and Carl removed him from the bedroom, Ian had the bat pressed against his back the whole way outside until he was sure he wasn't coming back.
Carl and Lip went back inside, Ian refused to leave the porch until he was sure Frank had left for good.
"IAN! QUICK!" Lip yelled from the doorway. Ian rushed inside, his first instinct was to run upstairs and he wished he hadn't. Ian froze, his body wouldn't physically allow him to move any further.
Ian watched as the scene in front of him played out in slow motion. Carl was struggling to keep Mickey on the bed, his muscles had gone rigid and were stuck in a vigorous state of spasm, he was having a seizure.
"Ian!" Carl shouted at the frozen boy.
"Ian what do we do?!" Lip said now shaking Ian in an attempt to snap him out of his shocked state.
"Ian! Mickey needs help!" Carl shouted again. Ian suddenly came back around taking in his surroundings. Ian darted for the pen light straddling across Mickey's thrashing body to help keep him pinned down. He shone the light across his pupils.
"Fuck his pupils blown" Ian cursed, somehow remaining calm, he grabbed his medical bag drawing up another syringe, this one he was dreading on using, Sue had put it in there for emergencies. Emergencies like this.
"I'm calling an ambulance," Lip said still stood in the doorway. Carl still struggling to hold Mickey down despite Ian's help.
"No! Call Sue, get my phone!" Ian yelled starting to loose his cool.
"Ian you're not thinking clearly!" Lip argued, Carl kept quiet still trying to hold Mickey down.
Ian injected the medicine and within a few seconds Mickeys muscles released, and his body became limp, Carl let go, taking a breath himself.
"Jesus Ian stop it! Just stop trying to protect him alright! Prison doesn't even matter anymore not if he's dead, the only place he'll be going is the ground" Lip said grabbing his brother by the shoulders.
Ian taken back by his brother's harsh words lashed out smacking Lip around the face. Lip didn't retaliate because he knew Ian was hurting badly.
"Lip call Sue...Please!" Ian demanded trying to go for another swing. Lip moved fast taking Ian by the shoulders once more.
"Ian listen to me!" Lip said shaking him roughly. "Your too close to this call the ambulance" Lip added handing him the phone that already had the numbers 9-1-1 punched into the screen.
Ian picked up the phone and threw it at the wall. " Call Sue, now!" Ian yelled shoving his brother off him. Lip retaliated this time pushing Ian back. "Do you want him to die?!" Lip yelled now.
"I'm trying to save his life...I fucking love him... I can't lose him again!" Ian yelled back, tears falling from his eyes. Lip picked his phone off the floor.
"I'm doing this for you Ian," Lip said dialing 9-1-1.
Mickey started fitting again...
Ian collapsed to the floor, tears blurring his vision...
Carl did his best to hold Mickey down...
Lip hit call, the phone started ringing...
A/N: Thank you for so much support guys! I tried to edit this more, and I've been through it loads of times trying to make sure there were as little spelling errors and grammatical errors as possible, I'm sorry if it annoys anyone, I don't mean to make mistakes and I'm sorry if it's unreadable because of them!
Please let me know if there are certain scenes that you would like to see? or certain interactions between characters? As long as you guys keep reviewing I'll keep writing! 3