Gallavich ||One Shots||

It's nothing [angst]

Trigger Warnings: Self harm
Set: After season 11
Prompt: Mickey sees something on Ian's wrist that he hadn't noticed before.

Leave me alone I like when it's Mickey that comfort Ian and I like angst

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Mickey put down the remote before getting up from the couch. He slowly make his way over to the bedroom we're Ian is laying down reading a book. The older one makes his way over to the bed and lays down. He lays his head down on Ian's shoulder looking over at the book.

The redhead doesn't move keeping his eyes on the words. He lick the tip of his finger before turning the next yellow-ish page. Mickey takes a look at his husband doing so before something catches his eye. He looks back at Ian's now exposed wrist.

Ian has cuts on his wrist. How did he not notice? Is he taking his meds? Why would he do it? What if he actually is taking his meds and is still doing that?

"What's that?" Mickey ask pointing at Ian's wrist.

Ian looks back at his wrist realizing his sleeve was lifted up. He drops his book and pull his sleeve down, "It's nothing."

Those words were enough for Mickey too know something was very wrong. He took gently Ian's wrist in his hand rolling up his sleeve, revealing fresh cuts and some scars.

"Ian...are you taking your meds?"

The younger one had actually been taking them. He did those with his mind completely there. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted the blood to trickle down his arm. He wanted the feeling of cold metal running over his wrist.

Ian made a nod to answer Mickey. The other's face laced with even more concerned than before. "W-Why did you do them?" Mickey ask stuttering without meaning too.

Ian looked away tears already filling his eyes. He couldn't tell him. He couldn't worry his husband.

A hand was placed on his cheek making him look back. Tears spilled from his eyes, but they were wiped away in a matter of seconds.

"Ian, I won't be mad. I just want to help you," Mickey said a soft,small smile appearing on his face.

Ian nodded a little before taking in a shaky breath, "I...I haven't been feeling..good about m-myself lately. I f-figured that doing this would be good to escape my t-thoughts...and I could punish myself."

Mickey's hearth shattered. He didn't know his husband had been feeling like this. He didn't even see the signs.

He pulled Ian in a much needed hug letting him sob in his shoulder stroking his hair gently.

That night, Mickey promised to himself he would help Ian, again.