The Secret Between Us//Gallavich

16| Lowest of lows

MICKEY
I sat at the end of Ian's bed. I hadn't moved for a few hours. I wanted to be in the room, near Ian when he woke up, or even just moved. Some times I'd see him open his eyes, but not move. Other times I'd just see him stare at the wall, his breathing slow.

After 3 days, my hope of him actually getting out of bed, for whatever reason, started to diminish.

Everyone had been feeling the low energy. Ian was usually the Gallagher full of energy and happiness. Now, he was just as low energy as everyone else, maybe even more.

I went to get up. I needed to drink something, as I had done nothing but watch him sleep for the past 5 hours. Planting my feet firmly on the floor, I stepped toward the door, intending to go and grab a beer before coming back up to continue keeping an eye on Ian, but I stopped when I heard groans and moans coming from Ian. Surprised, I smiled at Ian, hoping that he was okay.

"Hey, Ian. How you feeling?" I asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Ian?" I questioned, watching as Ian rubbed his eyes before his breathing changed.

"Woah! What the fuck?!" I yelled when Ian grabbed a nearby switchblade, waving his arm around like a lunatic.

"FIONA!" I yelled in horror as I jumped back, trying to avoid all the attempts that Ian was trying to make.

"Holy fuck! Ian, stop! IAN STOP! It's me, Mickey!" I tried to reason with him, narrowly avoiding every attempt that was made. Fiona made it upstairs, her eyes widening when she noticed a clearly panicked and scared Ian attempting to stab me.

"Ian!" Fiona yelled. Ian got me on my left arm, a semi-large gash appearing. It wasn't deep, just long and very painful.

"Fuck!" I groaned in pain before I moved out of the way, Ian running downstairs. He made it all throughout the house, everyone avoiding his very tough swings. I got downstairs and held a tissue to my large gash, watching in pain as Ian tried to protect himself, but also try to hurt his family in the process.

Eventually, Ian collapsed onto the couch, dropping the switchblade. He looked up at me, seeing my arm and what he had done. Without warning, he broke down, unable to hold back his tears any longer.

"Ian, we're getting you to a clinic...today." I sat down with him, putting my hand on his back as his head fell onto my shoulders.

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FIONA
While Lip and Ian went to go and collect more meds for Ian, I went with Mickey to a nearby hospital. He sat on a hospital bed, holding his arm while a nurse went to go ang get the require equipment to stitch him up.

"I'm so sorry Mickey." I sat on a chair nearby, watching as Mickey winced every time he moved his arm.

"Don't apologise. Apologies are for pussies. As for this-" He pointed to the gash on his arm, chuckling.

"-I've sustained worse injuries. I'm not mad at Ian. He didn't have his meds and he was coming out of one of the lowest lows that I've ever seen. He got a little panicked and scared. It's nothing." Mickey looked around, trying to hide his pain.

"I know, but it's still not fair on you, having to be constantly aware of Ian. It definitely isn't easy making sure that 1. Ian takes his meds and 2. he doesn't fall into another manic episode. Although...that's gonna be really fuckin' difficult when it comes to living in our family, and our neighbourhood." I exhaled, a nurse finally coming over to put stitches in Mickey's arm.

As Mickey talked, I got a message from Lip.

"That Lip?" Mickey questioned.

"Yep. He and Ian have successfully gotten more of Ian's meds. They said that they'll walk home, make sure Ian gets some fresh air." I showed Mickey the text.

"Ian getting fresh air? I haven't heard that in a while." I laughed, watching as the nurse finished stitching Mickey up.

After a while, Mickey and I were in the car, driving back home. I honked when I saw Ian and Lip walking, only 5 minutes from the house.

When we did gat back to the house, I shut the front door, watching as Ian looked at Mickey's now stitched up wound.

"I- I'm so sorry, Mickey..." Ian gently hugged Mickey, who smiled.

"It's okay, Ian. I'm okay." Mickey used his good arm to hug Ian back, who clearly seemed very remorseful and guilty about what he did.