Lip held the phone to his ear listening to it ring.

"Emergency services, what service do you require?" the operators monotone voice came over the phone. Lip looked over at Ian, who was now curled up into a near fetal position, he was in hysterics, he looked over at Carl the 15-year-old still trying to hold down Mickey on his own.

"Jesus christ" Lip muttered.

"Hello?" The operator asked. Lip hung up the phone, shaking his head at his own actions, he was meant to be the smart one, the one in charge now that Fiona had left.

Lip grabbed Ian's phone now, scrolling down to Sue, he pressed dial and handed it to Ian. "Here," he nudged holding out the phone to Ian.

Ian looked up, his face streaked with tear tracks and his eyes puffy and red. Lip winced at his brother's appearance.

Ian smiled taking the phone. "S-sue?" Ian stuttered trying to compose himself.

"Ian?" Sue answered. "Is everything okay?" Sue asked she could hear noises in the background and noticed the change in Ian's voice.

"Please, you have to come" Ian cried into the phone, looking back at Mickey.

"I'm not on shift Ian, what's happened?" Sue questioned trying to soothe Ian best she could.

"Mickey...his pupils blown" Ian sobbed now trying to piece together words.

"Ian call an ambulance now! you know how time sensitive these things are!" Sue said sternly and softly.

"I c-can't" Ian cried knowing this would mean he would lose Mickey.

"Ian, you listen to me!, Call that ambulance or I will" Sue shouted, she wasn't going to let someone die if she could help it. Ian dropped the phone to the ground he didn't want to listen anymore.

Lip could hear Sue calling Ian's name, he picked up the phone.

"Ian!"

"No, its Lip" Lip answered.

"Listen to me Lip, you need to call an ambulance now or get him to Mercy and fast, otherwise he will die," Sue said bluntly hanging up. Lip didn't hesitate, he knew Ian would understand later after he'd had time to calm down. Lip called 9-1-1 again.

"Emergency services, what service do you require?" The operator asked.

"Hi Ambulance please to 2119 S Homan Ave," Lip said nervously.

"Is the patient conscious?" The women asked calmly.

"he's having a seizure!" Lip replied raising his voice. The women remained calm.

"Lip! What do I do!" Carl asked still trying to stop Mickey from hurting himself. Lip gave Carl a sympathetic look, truth was he didn't have a clue.

"Is he conscious?" The women asked again. What a ridiculous question Lip thought, how can someone be having a seizure and be conscious?

"No, he's not.."

"Is he breathing?" The women asked again staying completely calm and relaxed. How the hell are you so calm?! Lip thought.

Lip inched closer to Mickey and Carl. "Yeah, I think so..fuck I don't know" Lip answered.

"Okay take a deep breath we've dispatched an ambulance, it's on its way" The women spoke.

Thank Fuck. Lip hung up the phone. Mickey had stopped seizing, he didn't know if that was a bad or good thing.

"I-Ian?" Carl asked now moving closer to his distraught brother. Mickey lay motionless on the bed meaning Carl no longer had to pin his arms and legs down.

"E"? Lip added. Ian was staring into space now, he seemed to be in his own little world, a blank expression plastered on his face.

"Ian?" Carl asked again looking into Ian's eyes, they looked glazed and empty.

"Hello Paramedics?" a male voice came from the stairs.

"Hello?"

Lip rushed to greet them. "upstairs" he shouted. Carl stuck by Ian's side, comforting him even though he was convinced Ian didn't have a clue that he was there.

Didn't take long for the paramedics to realize that Mickey was the patient and not Ian. Carl stayed with Ian who was still out of it.

"How long's he been like this?" The paramedic asked. He looked at Lip for an answer seeing the other two boys looked pre-occupied and unable to help. Carl was in shock a little too now that the adrenaline had worn off.

Carl had seen some pretty fucked up shit between Monica slitting her wrists as thanksgiving, Juvie & Nick bashing in someone's skull with a hammer, but this was more heartbreaking than any of those things. Seeing his brother like this, seeing Mickey like this, was traumatic in itself.

"Um I don't know he only stopped fitting maybe 5 minutes ago," Lip said glancing back at his brothers.

The paramedic nodded "His pupils are fixed and dilated" He muttered to the other man. Ian didn't respond but he twitched hearing the man speak.

One of the paramedics spoke quickly into his radio, Lip was smart but with all the medical terms he didn't have a clue. They strapped Mickey onto a stretcher and hooked him up to a similar machine that Sue had brought the other night.

"He's in V-Fib, we need to shock him," one of the paramedics said placing a hi-flow oxygen mask over Mickey's mouth.

"Right clear" the other replied pressing a button on the machine that delivered a shock to Mickey's heart.

Carl looked away as did Lip they heard the monitor start beeping again it sounded more normal.

"Right back in sinus rhythm let's go... quickly," The paramedic said as he wheeled Mickey out into the ambulance, Lip followed and Carl refused to leave Ian alone.

"Ian?" Carl spoke quietly, he didn't want to scare Ian if he was to suddenly snap round. "Ian, there taking Mickey now?" Carl said again placing his hand on Ian's back. Ian shuddered at Carl's touch.

Lip came running back up the stairs, "guys come on" he said ushering them to follow.
"Lip something's wrong with Ian," Carl said looking up to his brother for help.

"He's fine, just in shock" Lip added walking towards Ian now.

"Ian...come on man" Carl added snapping his fingers in front of the boy.

Ian inhaled his breathing quickened, it was like he had forgotten how to breathe, his breaths were stuttery like half way through his breath he would just cut off.

"Ian," Carl said again trying to lift his brother up from the seating position. Lip assisted Carl in getting Ian up they guided him outside. Maybe the fresh air would help?

The ambulance had left without the boys, they hadn't even been given an option to ride with them, as soon as Mickey was in the ambulance he was blue lighted straight to Mercy.

"Ian Jesus, speak to us!" Lip yelled now sitting Ian down on the porch and taking a seat himself, Carl joined. Fiona pulled up in her new car rushing up the path just as the ambulance was leaving.

Fiona rushed towards the boys counting heads, almost like a head check, who was in the ambulance?

"Lip what the fucks going on, who's in the ambulance?" Fiona asked mainly looking at Ian now who looked like he was about to heave the contents of his stomach all over the ground. That's if there was anything in his stomach, he hadn't eaten in almost two days.

"It's Mickey" Lip answered. Fiona's eyes went wide.

"He contacted you?...Ian?" Fiona asked.

"He won't talk," Carl said his eyes fixed on the ground, he was playing with some loose wood from the steps.

"What do you mean he won't talk? Bipolar.. has he been taking his meds?"Fiona asked moving closer to Ian now, bending down to his level.

"He took them this morning I saw him, and he was talking earlier," Carl said again, looking briefly to his brother who was still staring into space.

"He's in shock or some shit" Lip said placing a cigarette between his lips, he lit it taking a deep breath in.

"E" Fiona spoke resting her hand on Ian's knee. Ian remained motionless taking another stuttery breath.

"Ian do you want to go to the hospital?...see Mickey?" Fiona asked again trying to get some response from her brother.

Lip took another puff from his cigarette pulling Fiona to one side. "Fee he's in bad shape, I don't know if seeing him is the best idea, we don't even know if he's alive" Lip trailed off trying to speak quietly.

"Jesus, what the fuck happened?" Fiona replied looking back at Ian.

"Car accident" Lip replied.

Fiona moved back over towards Ian and Carl. "Ian how about we-

"JUST FUCK OFF... everyone just Leave. Me. Alone... Jesus" Ian spat finally losing it. Ian got up from the steps and walked out of the street towards the hospital.

"Should we go after him?" Carl offered.

"No, let him go" Lip replied before Fiona had the chance too.

Ian did walk to the hospital, it took him about 30 minutes but he was consciously taking his time, not wanting to know whether Mickey was alive or...dead.

Ian got to the entrance hesitating, trying to force his body to move, it did. "Um excuse me?" Ian spoke approaching the front desk.

The women looked over the brim of her glasses, giving Ian a judgy look. "yes" She spoke.

"A boy was brought here about and hour ago maybe less?" Ian spoke his voice shaky with nerves.

"Name?" The women spoke.

"Ian Gallagher" Ian stuttered his body still refused to fully cooperate.

"There's no-one here by that name"

"No that's my name, Mickey," Ian said. "His name is Mickey," Ian said trying to peer over the desk to get a look at her screen.

The women typed away at her keyboard with her false nails scraping along the keys, the sound made Ian cringe, she glanced back at Ian. "Last name?"

Ian tried to part his lips to speak but when he did all that came out was a croaked wail as his eyes connected with Mickey.

"Mickey?" He stuttered, he watched as a trolley passed him heading from an area called Resuscitation to I.C.U.

Ian rushed towards Mickey his legs doing all the work, at this point Ian had blocked out everything else that wasn't Mickey, including all the doctors and nurses yelling at him saying 'he wasn't allowed back there'.

Ian didn't care he just needed to know if he was okay, he needed to make sure that it wasn't just the ventilator keeping him alive.

Ian eventually calmed down enough to complied with the nurse, he agreed to wait until they got Mickey up to the I.C.U and until he was stable enough for Ian to come see him.

"Is he Family?" the nurse asked taking a seat next to Ian, they were sat outside the I.C.U entrance.

Ian wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, really he wanted to be left alone, but he replied out of courtesy.

"Um yeah, you could say that, " Ian said with a small smile. His phone started ringing, it had been going off all night. Ian slipped his phone from his pocket examining the screen... Lip...again. Ian rejected the call without a second thought, then opened up his messages to text Lip again.

Ian: Stop calling I'm fine.

Lip: Do you want us to come down? I'm worried

about you, have you taken your meds?.

Ian: I said I'm fine, leave it.

Lip left it not wanting to push his brother any further. Ian put his phone away giving the nurse another awkward smile. Ian was relieved when he saw the doctor approach him

"How is he?" Ian blurted out before the doctor even had a chance to speak.

"Stable" he replied a little too quickly, but Ian knew there was a 'but' coming. "He's going to need surgery, he has a subdural Hematoma, were prepping him now," The doctor said calmly. Ian nodded.

"Do you know what this means son?" The doctor asked noticing the tears in Ian's eyes.

Ian knew what he meant he, was an EMT after all. "I work as an EMT" Ian replied wiping his eyes. "Can I see him?" Ian asked knowing there was a good chance Mickey would die on the table.

"Normally I would say no, but quickly, we'll be taking him down to theater any minute" The doctor smiled knowing the mortality rate of injuries like Mickey's.

Ian walked towards where Mickey lay after being directed by a nurse. He wasn't scared but he'd admit the machines and beeping made him nervous. Unfortunately, Ian had to work around the doctors and nurses that were prepping Mickey, he felt awkward talking to him like this, with everyone else in the room. He felt like he was being forced to say goodbye.

"Hey Mick" Ian swallowed fighting back the tears. Mickey probably couldn't even hear him, he was sedated and intubated. "I'm not going anywhere okay, I'll be here when you wake up" Ian swallowed again wiping the tears away as they fell.

"I'm sorry I'm going to have to take him down now," A male nurse said sympathetically as he took the breaks off the bed.

"O-okay" Ian said clutching at Mickey's hand as they wheeled the bed out of the room. "I love you" he whispered letting more tears escape he couldn't bare the thought that this could be the last time he'd ever see Mickey again.

Hey, guys, I know its been a few days, I planned on updating way earlier than I have so I apologize. I haven't been well at all, I suffer from several debilitating illnesses so I apologize if sometimes it takes me a while to update. Please be patient with me. Now with that gloomy stuff aside how was this chapter? Also, I would love to hear your guy's input on where you want this story to go? I have a rough idea but I'm struggling a little, so any suggestions would be brilliant! Please review, it makes my day! 3