My Brothers Best Friend (Mike Dirnt)

Part Nineteen

Mike walked in the room with Trè as I looked up from Billie. Billie has been talking to me while Trè went to find him. What have I done wrong? Maybe he's blaming me for what happened to Caleb. He's right to do so. "Billie. Come on." Trè frowned at Billie, Billie nodded then patted me on the back, walking out of the room with Trè. "Hey.." Mike said quietly. "I'm sorry. I know it's all my fault." I said quickly, looking up at Mike, tears in his eyes. I looked back down, Mike walking over and getting on his knees to make eye contact with me. "Makayla. This is NOT your fault. You've done everything you could for that baby." Mike frowned at me, his fingertips brushing against my cheek. "I'm sorry. I can't get caught up in my own pain. I'm not the only one hurting. I know you are too." Mike admitted to me. "I love you Mike." I smiled. "I love you too-" Mike was suddenly cut off by the door slamming open. "Makayla, Mike. Good news!" Trè said. "Hit me with it." I said. Making Trè smile. "The fluid is already leaving Caleb's lungs. He should be able to breathe without a machine within the month." Trè smiled at Mike and I. "It's a fucking miracle." Mike said, his voice sounding as if a weight had been lifted. A tone of relief. "If he makes it tomorrow.. that is." Trè frowned, the reality crashing back down. I sighed, making Mike wrap an arm around me.

Mike's P.O.V:
The rest of the day passed by normally. Well, as normally as it could go. I looked at my sleeping angel beside me. When all this is over.... I think I know what I'm gonna do. I kissed her on her forehead before standing up, this action made her turn to her side. A small smile crept onto my face before I stepped out of her room into the almost empty halls of the hospital. I walked into the room that held my baby. His eyes opening to reveal his eyes. Just like his mothers, I smiled at him, his eyes settling on me. He let out a tiny giggle, almost unheard through the thick glass around him. "I love you." I smiled at him, even though he probably couldn't hear me or even respond yet. I needed to tell him. "I'll be back." I smirked. I then walked out of the hospital, getting in my car. "It's only 9." I sighed, checking on my phone to see if they were still open. Yes. They are. I pulled out of the Hospital parking lot carefully, my eyes dry from the tears I had shed with my girlfriend. I smirked as I pulled into the small lot. "Gerard's Jewelers" (yes. yes I did use Gerard Way's name.) the large sign read. I have to make it quick. They close at 10. I walked inside, many beautiful pieces of jewelry surrounding me. "May I help you?" A shorter man said, his black hair in his eye. He doesn't look like the kind of guy that would own a jewelry store, but who am I to judge? "I.. uh. I'm looking for engagement rings..." I said almost quietly. It's weird. I never thought I would want to MARRY a girl. I always thought I was gonna be a bachelor for life. But I guess not. "I'm don't think I'm buying yet, because I don't have the money. But I'm looking." I smirked. "Oh. Wonderful! I have some rings your partner may be very happy with." The man smiled in satisfaction. "Lead the way." I chuckled. After looking around for a while I finally found it. A sterling silver band with a beautiful diamond. "How much..?" I asked, pointing at the ring through the thin glass. "5,000." The man smiled. Fucking 5,000? "Holy shit." I mumbled. I have 5,000. But I've been saving up for collage... I thought about it for a moment.
She's worth it. Fuck collage.
"I'll be back with the money tomorrow. Can you hold it?" I asked, the man nodded at me. I thanked him then left the store. Sitting down in my car. What if she says no? We haven't been together very long at all. Maybe this is gonna be a mistake. I frowned. I'll have to go in the morning, I'll tell the guys and have them distract her. It'll be perfect. For now I gotta go get her food. She hasn't eaten in a few hours. She needed to keep her strength up...
I was soon back at the hospital with a salad from her favourite restaurant. I know she loves these salads. Extra lettuce with eggs, carrot, and ranch dressing. I cracked open the door to her room, seeing she was still asleep. Trè and Billie went home for the night, I promised them she would be okay. I sat down the salad and shook her gently. "Sweetheart, I brought you something." I said, she groaned, turning over and spotting the Salad on her bedside table. "Mike. You went and got me a salad? You didn't have to..." she said softly, sitting up, her hand moving to her stomach. "How's your stitches?" I asked her, handing her her salad and fork. "Fine I guess. Kinda sore." She frowned. Opening the wrapping on the fork. I gently pulled up her shirt to reveal the stitches in her fragile skin, I almost grimaced at them. "Do they look that bad?" She said before taking a bite of her salad. "I wouldn't lie. They don't look too good baby." I frowned, pulling her shirt back down, ensuring I didn't get it caught on the stitches. It was silent as she ate her food, I realized I hadn't ate at all today. Time really flies when you spend every second worrying about people you love. "What if I wake up tomorrow and Caleb is dead?" Makayla asked me, my heart stopping. "What?" I asked softly. "What if he dies, Mike?" She asked, her blue eyes filling with tears. "Baby. Nothing is going to happen to him." I assured her. She sighed, nodding. "I hope you're right." She said, taking another bite of her salad. God. I hope I'm right too...