DAYDREAM BELIEVER {Mike Nesmith}

Daydream Believer

Sorry it took me so long to get this one up! It's been hectic!
Sincerely, me

Dahlia

"MIKE! NO, MIKE!"

I screamed out his name as he sank into the black water. I raced over, terrified. I couldn't see him. I let out a blood curdling shriek as I yelled for help. My throat was still very swollen but that didn't stop me.

"PETER! HELP! DAVY, MICKY!"

The lights at the house on the hill came on. I looked back at the water. No movement. Then, under the bridge where Mike fell, amongst the debris and wood, I saw a small green beanie float to the surface.

Fear gripped me. Water was so terrifying.

But I knew what I had to do.

I tore off my shoes and my baggy dress, and Mike's coat, (thank God for my tank top and biker shorts) diving into the lake after Mike. Once I hit the water, my body chilled for a moment, rendering me useless. My eyes began to adjust, and I could see something in the distance. Mike was floating on his back, looking as though he were sinking, dark streaks floated around his head, and it took me only a moment to realize what it was: blood.

I swam towards him, using all of my strength. I reached his side in a moment. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to the place where his fall had broken the ice. We breeched the surface as Micky reached the water, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, Davy and Peter racing close behind. All three of them had a kitchen utensil and looked ready to kill someone.

"What happened?!"

He pulled Mikes unconscious body from my arms, laying him on the shore. I crawled over next to him, shakily checking his pulse.

"Is he alive?"

Peter put his arms around me as Davy put his head to Mike's chest, sighing with relief.

"He's alive. But he's swallowed a lot of water."

Peter let go of me and Davy took my hand in his place. Peter immediately started performing CPR on Mike. His years of being a lifeguarding finally paid off. Mike vomited water onto the rocks, collapsing back onto his back after he had cleared his lungs of water. I fell onto the gravel,.

"He...he was trying to get my scarf. I dared...I dared him to walk across the bridge to the other side and it broke. He fell in...and I jumped in after him. He must have hit...hit his head. He's bleeding."

Peter wrapped his robe around me. He was dressed in pajamas as well as a robe, unlike Micky.

"We have to get him to the house. Davy, you get his legs. Peter, you get his middle. Sound alright?"

They both nodded, but Peter looked at me with concern.

"Can you walk?"

I nodded, standing. Then I fainted dead away into Peters arms.

~*~

When I woke up, I was by a fire and under a blanket. I remembered waking up in Peters arms on the way up and passing out again.

Peter was sitting at my feet, asleep. Davy was talking to a man I didn't know, and Micky was nowhere to be seen.

Mike was a sight. He was asleep on the only good couch, his body facing the inside of the couch. He had a bandage around his head. Every so often he would let out a soft moan of pain, and it made my heart break.

"He has a minor concussion, and the wound on his head will take a while to heal. The medicine will keep him asleep for a few more hours. But he will be fine. If your young friend hadn't pulled him out when she did, who knows where he would be right now."

"So he's okay?"

My voice croaked. It woke Peter, who looked at me with a soft smile. The man I didn't recognize smiled at me, walking over.

"Your husband-"

"-Boyfriend." Muttered Peter hurriedly, sitting up a bit. The doctor didn't acknowledge this. "-will be just fine. You managed to get away mostly unscathed."

He asked if he could check me over and he did, saying "You've got a slight ear infection in your left ear, and your throat is terribly swollen, but you'll both be alright."

I sighed, relieved.

"Thank heavens."

I fell back onto the pillow, closing my eyes. I heard the man chuckle. I assumed he was a doctor of some sort, as he gave all these diagnoses. I heard the front door open and close, and Davy say a word of thanks. He walked into the other room where Micky must have been.

"How do you feel, Dahl?"

Peter spoke softly to me. He always did.

"I can't believe I almost killed Mike."

I started crying putting my hands over my eyes.

"Awe, Dahl, you didn't. It was an accident."

"I told him to get on that bridge. He wanted to make me laugh and it almost killed him."

Peter pulled me into his arms as he had done so many times. As I had done so many times. I sobbed into his chest, letting all of the guilt leave me.

"Now now, Dahlia. It's alright."

I heard another soft groan, and I looked over at Mike. He had managed to roll over, and he looked at us with half open eyes.

"Dahl...are you..are you okay?"

His voice was tired and his words were long. I smiled through my tears, walking over to him. I took his hand. His eyes opened and closed very slowly, as though he weren't quite awake.

"Yes, Mike, honey, I'm alright. How do you feel?"

He laughed sweetly.

"Like I don't wanna die."

I swallowed my tears, feeling even worse.

"I wanna...wanna marry you."

My eyes grew wide and I looked at Peter, who smirked at me.

"W-what?"

His half open eyes closed as he muttered.

"...wanna marry you."

He slipped back into unconsciousness. I blushed, looking at Peter again.

"Do...Do you think he meant that?"

Peters sly smile grew.

"I most certainly think he did."