Sail along

Chapter 20

"I'll start the car. Pete, you and Davy get Mike into a coat and bring his shoes." Micky snapped worry evident in his voice.

"Yeah," Davy nodded and rushed downstairs to grab his shoes.

"Hey, Micky!" He called out. "We still have some of Mike's rollerskating money left."

"How much?"

"$87. Is that enough?"

"Maybe." Micky said "we'll find out."

"Come on, Mike," Peter whispered, trying to help him into his coat. He still wasn't responding.

"Please be okay," Peter sighed, still struggling with it.

"Here Peter, let me help." Davy said as he hurried over to pull Mike's coat on from the other side.

"Come on," Micky yelled as he stormed in and saw that Davy and Peter still hadn't gotten Mike's coat on.

"Forget it," Micky said "just carry him."

Peter nodded and carefully lifted Mike up in his arms.

"You got him?" Davy asked and Peter nodded.

"I think so. I'm a little worried about the stairs though..."

"Sound of the sunset...laughing at me..." Mike mumbled.

"Hey, Mike," Peter smiled down at him. "We're gonna take you to the doctor, okay?"

"And I feel like...like such a fool...and it's too easy humming songs to a girl in yellow dress..."

"Come on, let's go," Micky sighed, leading the way down the stairs.

"Walk away Ranee, you won't see me follow you back home" Mike sang.

"You'll be okay." Davy said as they got to the car. Micky jumped into the driver's seat and Davy held the door open for Peter as he brought Mike in the back.

"There you go," Peter whispered, sitting him upright. "You're okay."

"Hey 98.6 your lovin' is the medicine that saved me." Mike sang.

"Okay," Davy said Micky shrugged.

"Ouch." Mike said, still not closing his eyes "watch where you're going."

"Guys, do you think maybe Mike is dreaming?" Davy asked.

"Maybe?" Peter asked. "Usually, he doesn't sleep with his eyes open though..." he gently shook Mike's shoulder. "Hey, Mike? Wake up, please."

"I'm going to beat you and you know that....you talk big, but can you match it?" Mike said.

"Woah," Peter said quietly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"I don't think he was talking to you, Peter," Micky said, watching the three from the rear view mirror.

"Who's he talking to then?"

"Every time, every single time it's always 'oh Mike'll take care of it. Mike will fix it.' Why is it always me?"

"Because you never let anyone help you." Davy said helpfully.

"I do!" Mike defended.

"No, you really don't," Micky sighed.

"Well, no one ever offers so I'm forced to step up!"

"Is he even talking about us?" Peter asked the other two, worried that outside, Mike's life was just as stressful and demanding.

"I don't know." Micky said.