Currents Convulsive and Roger Rabbit

Besitos

~ Mike's POV ~

I feel like I'm floating above the ground. I look up. The stars are so beautiful. I look down and see two cars. One looks like a giant took it and bent it in half. The other looks as though the front is completely gone. For a minute, I'm confused. I don't know where I am. I don't know who I am. I float back down and inspect the car bent in half. I see a guy on a stretcher. Whoever that poor guy is looks really fucking bad. Then I see a girl walk up and she looks in sheer panic and agony. She looks so familiar. Like I know who she is, but everytime I try to see her more clearly, she fogs up. Then I hear her voice. Her beautiful, angelic voice.

"Mike... you're going to be okay. I love you." She kisses him and then starts crying as he passes out.

Then I remember.

I'm Mike. That's my car. That's my body.

I try and look down at myself, but I see nothing but air. What the hell is going on? Am I dying? Oh my fucking God. NO! I can't die! I reach for Skye as she gets into the ambulance. No...

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~ Skye's POV ~

I've always hated hospitals. They smell too clean. They're too bright, and they're filled with the sick and dying. Mike shouldn't be here.

Why was he coming to my house? To talk to me because I ignored him? It's all my fault. I did this to him. I did this to Mike. I look at the ceiling and choke back tears, sighing heavily. Kellin is sitting next to me not saying a word. Just staring at me as though I'm going to go insane. Cora, Ronnie, Em, Ana, Jaime, Tony and Vic are all sitting here too. Watching me. I look at each of them and when I do they all look away as if I've just caught them naked.

"Skye you should go ho-" Kellin whispers.

"No." I say a little too loudly.

"You've been here for almost 5 hours..." Tony says softly.

"I can't leave until I know he's okay." I choke out. Fuck. Here come the tears. I start crying and they all look at me like I'm some pity fest.

"STOP STARING AT ME!" I scream.

They all look away. I can't take this. I get up and start walking. I don't even know where. I'm just walking. I can't think about anything, except "its all my fault".

I find a small, secluded area and curl up on the floor. I hear footsteps and don't look.

"Skye..." I'd know his voice from anywhere. I don't answer.

Kellin sighs and sits in front of me. He pulls me into his lap and rocks me like a new born baby. He must think I'm pathetic.

"I know you're scared." He says softly in my ear. "I am too... But you have to have faith. He'll be okay. He's Mike. He'll pull through. Hell, by next week he'll be asking "where the bitches at"." Kellin chuckles and I smile through my tears. I look up at him finally.

"You really think he'll be okay?" I whisper.

Kellin looks into my eyes. "No... I know he'll be okay." He smiles softly and plants a kiss on my cheek.

"Thank you." I say shakily.

Kellin smiles again. "No problem. Now.. let's go and be socail. Friends are good, yeah?" He laughs softly.

I nod as he pulls me up wrapping an arm around my waist, helping me walk. We go back to the waiting area and he sits me next to him. I look around at all my friends.

"I'm sorry." I say.

They all look at me like I'm a sad little puppy.

Tony is the first to move. He gets up and pulls me into a tight hug. "Everything will be alright baby girl." He whispers in my ear. I smile and try not to cry. I nod and Jaime comes up.

"You know our boy will pull through!" He booms. A receptionist lady gives him a look and he sticks his tonuge out at her. I laugh and he hugs me.

Emma, Ana and Cora all give me big hugs and tell me they love me. I smile and nod quietly. Vic is the only one who doesn't move. I go over to him instead, but he doesn't look at me. He's the only one who hasn't said a word to me. I bend down to look at him.

"Vic...?" I whisper.

He finally looks at me and I can see the fear in his eyes, along with tears. "He was coming to see you. I told him to go. I told him to talk to you instead of waiting. Its all my fault." He whispers.

I sit on his lap and hold him against me as he cries quietly, and try to calm him down.

"No... it's not your fault. It isn't anyone's fault." But mine... I say inside my head. He just holds me tighter and tighter, sobbing into my shirt.

"He's my brother. What if he-" Vic chokes on the word die, and it occurs to me that he's right. This is turn makes me tear up.

"No no no, hun. He's not going to. You know Mike! He's going to be fine. He's a fighter." I pull his chin up to look at him. "You just have to believe that he can, and hope for the best."

Vic nods and wipes his eyes.

I should really listen to my own advice...