Isolation

What happened?

"Hi, Mike." Peter said softly as he regained consciousness. Mike opened his eyes and found that he had been moved to his bed. He turned over and looked at Peter, who smiled at him.

"Good morning."

"Morning?" He groaned and looked out the window. "It's too dark for morning."

"Well," Peter looked at his watch, "it's a little past midnight so it is morning, actually. So again, good morning."

"Mornin' Pete." Mike sat up but instantly regretted it when a sharp pain hit his side. He winced and plopped back down, looking over at Peter. Before Peter was able to speak, the bedroom door opened and Micky rushed in.

"Mike! You're awake! Are you okay?!" He was frantic. He knelt down, and Mike could see that he had been crying. He started rambling, but Mike couldn't catch most of what he was saying.

Micky took a deep breath, and smiled sadly. "I did the best I could, sorry if it isn't the greatest."

"What are you talking about?"

Peter walked over and pulled the covers off of Mike. His eyes widened when he saw the blood-stained bandages that had been wrapped around his side.

"You, uh, you hurt yourself when you fell earlier." He said quietly. "You had a knife with you so when you fell. It cut you pretty bad. But you're okay now."

Mike didn't know what to say. When did this happen? What was he thinking? How could he do this? What was going on? He hid his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry, guys..." he said quietly, trying not to get choked up. "I don't know what I was thinking."

Micky sighed and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, man. It's okay. Just..."

Honestly, Micky didn't know what to think when he found Mike and put the pieces together. He was furious, he was sad, frightened, relieved, everything. Right now, he felt that anger rise again. They told Mike everything. And in return, he told them next to nothing until it became so bad that he tried to hurt himself.

"Just...if you have a problem or something's bothering you. Please, you can talk to us. Let us help you. And even if we can't help, we'll listen and take care of you. Okay?"

"Okay," he said, barely above a whisper.

"Davy had to run off but he made you some tea downstairs, if you want it."

Mike shrugged slightly. Micky smiled and looked at Peter.

"Peter, can you go and get Mike some tea?"

He nodded, and bounced off.

"Hey, Mike?" Micky asked after Peter had gone. Mike looked up.

"I just want you to know that we care about you. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. None of will. And we're not gonna leave you. Peter left a note earlier and thought you would've seen it. I'm sorry if you didn't. And I'm sorry that you freaked out earlier. But I just want you to know that even if we're gone. We haven't left or abandoned you. Hate to say it Mike, but you'll probably be stuck with us for a loooong time."