Shot in the Dark: A Mick Mars X Ozzy Osbourne Story

Chapter 57: Oh No...here We go... (Ozzy POV)

I can never tell you what Mick means to me, truly means to me at least not in words. And I remember very well his first hospital stint, the night he sacrificed his mental well-being telling me to take our daughters home and take care of them and myself. God knows I didn't want to leave him.... he was still in rough shape physically and I remember this night me telling my oldest daughters: Angel and Michelle EVERYTHING about their mother and I, the good and the bad, I opened up to them and they understood, I bloody well know they did....but I like Mick was torn, needing him....feeling I should be with him and as I found out, NO knew...he had a rough night....and sadly, and I say that because when he was released from the hospital he would not be home long. To this day I Remember the fear...the helplessness I felt, the heartache and that regardless I was the rock that Mick needed.

Mick was released from the hospital a few days ago, the Doctors reluctantly agreeing, and I am sure that it wasn't his spine that was the main issue.... Mick thought, he would feel better at home, could heal...and gain much needed weight for the babies....and things are sadly not going well AT ALL.

My husband insists on doing things, helping me.... taking care of the girls, no matter how much I and our daughters tell him to rest. He does rest yes though not as much as he really needs to.... but sadly, the morning sickness has really been hitting him hard today.

At the moment, I am fixing honey lemon and raspberry tea...since Mick said he wanted it. The girls are napping on the couch, and I've just checked on them and they are fine. Mick is also with them, laying down....

"Firefly.... i can't lose you or the babies.... I just feel so damned helpless. And if I know you...you will blame yourself and do for everything...." I broke down, and the cup of tea I was pouring hit the ground and shattered. I bury my face in my hands before frantically cleaning up my mess, hands shaking, pouring another cup of tea into a new cup and let it cool before heading into our den to find the couch devoid of my husband and children....and I panic....and once again, the cup of tea crashes to the floor....No one ever did get hurt on the shards, it was cleaned up by Nikki. 

Mick...Mick where are you?! The girls.... you are supposed to be resting......

It hits me in my panic and I KNOW exactly where he is and by extension our daughters: The Boneyard, our recording studio and practice room......I sprint and I do mean sprint to the studio arriving there in a flash and the sound of Mick's guitar and squeals of delight....i stop short in the doorway, panting....in tears....how fucking bitter-sweet this is!

Angel and Michelle are watching my husband, eyes wide with wonder....as his hands work their magic and I notice how pale Mick is....and suddenly he abruptly stops, closing his eyes groaning....

I blink and in an instant he is in my arms, and two terrified little girls are trying to help me.

"Michelle...Angel...it will be ok. I need you to be calm for me, as calm as you can, ok?" Two little reluctant nods. I turn to Mick, whose eyes open and they are unfocused. "Mick, you're dizzy...and you know that you need to take it easy, you've been doing to much darling and that's not good for you and the babies."

"N-No...Oz...I wanna help!" My husband manages to protest.

"That's it.... i am taking you to the hospital...." Mick looks fearful, especially at my tone. "Don't argue Mick.... you need this." I Sheppard the girls, instructing them to stay with me....i am getting help for their mother. I call and EMS.....and Mick complains of cramps.....FUCK!!! No....NO, FUCKING NO!!! Mick then passes out from the pain.... The EMS arrives moments later and my heart goes to them. Frantically I dial a number without thinking and the voice of one Nikki-Simmons Sixx answers....

"Hello...who is this?"

"SIXX....Mick....Mick....I called EMS....i ave' the girls.....I..."

Nikki cuts me off, "No explanations...coming over now to take your girls..." The line goes dead and moments later it seems Nikki arrives, Gene is at home with Sophie and Nick...., "GO NOW..."

I manage to nod.... feeling that I have taken far too long, I hug my daughters tightly.... feeling a wee bit better, they will be taken care of...and I speed the whole way to the hospital...everything practically a blur.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I find out Mick has been admitted and is being checked on....and I fucking race to his room.

Please....please.....let him not be miscarrying!! Please don't let me lose the triplets...lose my husband, everything I hold dear.

I nearly plow into Mick's doctor who wants to speak to me....

"Mr. Osbourne....from what we know so far, your husband has not or is not miscarrying the triplets...." Thank GOD!!! That would kill Mick....., "They were in distress and given the severity of the morning sickness and his spinal issues, we are keeping him in the hospital likely for a more extended stay, I'd recommend at least 2 months....we need to get his weight up. Can you please tell me what happened? As far as how he's been doing besides the obvious?"

"Since he was brought home, he insists on helping with everything....he wants to feel useful, he feels like its his fault, he can't do the things he is used to doing....he's been doing this no matter how much I've told him to rest. He was playing his guitar for our daughters....i know how much it means to him....and I decided to get him help for more than just his sake....and I request. Bugger request, that he be allowed to have his guitar here and play. That is non-negotiable." I end on a note of finality.

"He is asleep now.... we gave him something that would be safe for him and the triplets. And we given the circumstances are going to go ahead and place our husband on bedrest. He can do light exercises, walk and yes play his guitar. He is not aware of anything yet.... now, I will be back later to check on him.... go...go see him, it would help him to hear you. He cried out for you...." My heart shatters on the last bit and I without further word enter Mick's room shakily, nearly faltering.... the sight of him, looking so pale.... like death....and the relief at seeing his swollen stomach is still swollen, though it needs to be much bigger. I find a chair, and hold his hand, kissing it.... leaning over to kiss him, he doesn't stir....and I carefully kiss his stomach, relieved my children will be ok and desperately hoping my husband will be.

"Firefly....my beloved stubborn firefly. I'd have you no other way....i didn't say anything push because, I just in part wanted to make you happy. And I tell you now, I know you feel very much so like you are useless, that's bullshit....you ARE NOT USELESS and you never were. I just felt...so helpless before you were brought here, I did this because you need this....the babies need this and at the same time, I hate doing this...though it needed to be done. And so here we go again my love.... Mick, you are my heart....my absolute heart, and despite my fears, despite what happened.... i love you even more so....and I will be here, right here when you wake....and I will have to tell you..." My voice cracks, breaking the whispering tone I'd been practically stammering my way through. "You are going to be here for quite a while, I know you wont like it...to say the least....I....love you even more so, for going thru this. And...I will make sure you have your guitar and everything. REST firefly.... rest.... Please I don't want to lose you again......." I sob, laying my head down on the bed.

Mick is still breathing steadily....

I reach out and place my hands on his stomach whispering, "I love the three of you so much.....i cannot tell you, how relieved I am to not have lost any of you....that you will be ok, that you are. We're going to be the rock; the anchor mummy needs...and all of us will get thru this together. It won't be easy, it isn't. but no matter what, get thru this storm we will my little loves, and I KNOW you three already know how much you are loved....sleep well. I'll be right here watching over you and your mother and your sisters." Mick my beloved firefly, the mother of my children...my other half, REST. Rest my love, I've got you...I've got you.

A/N: Forgive me for this chapter, the drama.... poor Mick! Mick will be in the hospital for a while, but he will have the support of his husband, his children...their FAMILY. next chapter will see Mick awake, and Ozzy officially delivering the news....