Sail along

Chapter 13

"Hi Mr. Dolenz?"

"Yes?" Micky asked.

"I hear you have a concussion." The doctor said,

"What?" Micky said confused "I don't Mike does."

Mike giggled and hid his face in his hands.

"Mike?" Peter asked, nudging him gently. He looked up at Peter then at the doctor.

"Hi." Mike said through laughs. Micky sighed.

"I'm Micky Dolenz, I don't have a concussion, the giggling nut on the table is Mike Nesmith. He has a concussion."

"Hi!" Mike said again, happily waving.

"Hi Mr. Nesmith." The doctor said waving to him. "Let's take a look and see what we're dealing with here okay?"

"Can I go to nap?" Mike asked.

"I'm afraid not," the doctor explained, pulling out a clipboard. Mike frowned and laid down, once again hiding his face in his hands.

"I wanna sleeeeeep," he whined.

"Mike, I know you do," Micky said "but you just have to stay awake for a bit long, then you can go to sleep. I promise."

"NO!" Mike screamed and turned away from them all.

"Mike...?" Peter whispered, placing his hand on his back. Mike tensed up and turned around, practically throwing Peter away from him.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Mr. Nesmith," Dr. Harrison said, alarmed "Please calm down, it's okay. Can I examine you?"

"No!" Mike snapped, literally kicking the doctor away from him. "I don't want you to! I just wanna..." his voice trailed off as a wave of fatigue came over him.

"I just wanna sleep, please, I'm so tired. My head hurts. Micky? Can I sleep...please." Before Micky could answer him Mike's eyes closed and he slumped forward.

"Mike!" Peter yelped, laying him down and shaking him. "Come on, Mike! Please, you're not supposed to sleep!"

"I'm tired Mick," Mike said "and my head hurts, ain't that what you're supposed to do with a stomach ache? Sleep, sleep helps."

"You have a stomach ache?" Micky frowned, looking at the doctor, hoping for a possible explanation.

"I think he means headache." Dr. Harrison said.

"Oh," Micky said "No, Mike, you're not. You need to stay awake."

"I'm going to get a gurney for him. He needs to have a CT scan." Dr. Harrison said "If you could possibly help him take off his clothing and anything medal he may have and put a gown on while I'm gone that would be helpful."

Micky nodded.

"Yeah, we can do that."

The doctor nodded before heading out of the room.

"Hey, Mike?" Davy asked, shaking his good shoulder. "You still with us?"

"Go 'way," Mike groaned, closing his eyes.

"Sorry buddy," Micky said "But you need to get out of your street clothing and into a hospital gown."

"Make me." Mike said. Micky sighed.

"Mike, you can have me, Peter or Davy help you. You pick or I will." Micky said.

"I vote you all piss off and let me sleep." Mike said.

"Okay, Davy, Pete, out." Micky said. Peter and Davy stepped out of the room, Peter giving a sad "bye Mike" before leaving. Micky let out a heavy sigh as he began to take off Mike's wristwatch.