Bad Day (Mötley Crüe)

Melancholy Blues

Vince felt physically sick, and emotionally checked out. He let go of his daughter's hand and stood up.

"Take me home" he said quietly, avoiding eye contact with Mick and Sharise.

He walked out of the room, more or less dragging Mick along with him. Mick saw the rather shocked look on Sharise's face when Vince just walked right past her. They made quick work of getting out of the hospital and to the car.

Vince's hands shook as he tried to buckle his seat belt in. He let out a frustrated sigh when it slipped out of his fingers a few times. Mick reached out and grabbed it, he buckled it into the seat belt receiver. He noticed how pale Vince looked, his forehead had a light sheen of sweat. He didn't want to linger much longer with how sick Vince suddenly looked.

They held hands as they drove back to the apartment. Mick pulled into his parking space, leaving Vince buckled into the car for a moment as he got out and went over to the passenger side. There was no way Vince was walking up the stairs on his own.

He helped Vince out of the car, keeping close, but not to where he was coddling Vince. He ghosted his hand on Vince's lower back, making sure he doesn't stumble. They got to their apartment, as soon as Mick unlocked the door, Vince almost bumped him as he went into the bathroom and started to throw up. Mick sighed and went into Nikki's room, finding a hair tie and returning back to Vince. He knelt behind him and pulled his hair back. He kissed the back of Vince's neck and rubbed his back.

Vince sucked in a wet gasp. He breathed heavily, flushing the toilet and pushing himself up of the floor. He rinsed his mouth out and looked into the mirror.

"I think I need to lay down..." he said hoarsely.

"That's a good idea, do you want to be alone for a while?" Mick asked. He rubbed Vince's back some more.

"Uhm... maybe for a little, uhm... can you make me something warm?" Vince asked quietly, avoiding Mick's eyes.

"Of course... go lay down, I'll be there soon" Mick said gently.

"Thank you" Vince's voice got a little higher as he took a deep breath.

Mick walked into their kitchen. He decided to make Vince tea. He listened carefully as Vince went into his bedroom. It didn't take long for him to hear things being rustled around and objects being thrown against the wall. He sighed, but he let Vince have his rampage. He just lost his only little girl, he wasn't about to go in there and tell Vince to calm down.

Mick fixed the tea up with some honey to soothe the damage that was about to come to his throat. He decided to fix up some popcorn and grab a couple dvds, not to necessarily make Vince feel better, but to keep his thoughts at bay. He balanced the popcorn bowl on his hip as he pushed Vince's door open, careful not to let too much light infiltrate the room. He carefully stepped over the clothes and whatever elseVince knocked on the ground. He put the tea and bowl down on Vince's desk and laid behind him. He wrapped his arms around Vince's waist and pulled him into his chest, nuzzling into his neck. He noticed Vince was clutching a small stuffed bunny.

"She's really gone... isn't she" Vince said quietly. Mick almost didn't hear him.

"M sorry Vin..." Mick whispered.

"Do you think she'll forgive me? For not seeing her like I promised?" Vince asked.

"I think so. She might not've understood why, but she loves you, you're her dad" Mick said. He stroked Vince's hair gently. "I brought you some tea and some popcorn. Figured we could watch a movie, I think you need to relax your mind a little bit"

"Yeah... yeah, you're right" Vince spun around in Mick's arms. "Can we still cook dinner together?" He asked.

"Are you feeling well enough for dinner?" Mick held his hand up to Vince's face, he touched his cheeks and forehead.