Purplemike stuff

Oh shit.

Mike POV

"Mike, can you hear me? It's Scott, open your eyes."

I heard Scott's worried voice. My dream was just sweet... why they wanted me to wake up? I just want to sleep again... I can't talk or move with this situation... I want to talk to them to go away but my mind refuses to let a voice from my throat.

I opened my eyes. My tears flowed down.

Ugh, why am I crying?

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I slowly raised my body. I couldn't see well. Everything is spinning. Fuck..

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Vincent POV

"Hello Mr.Schmidt, it's time for your medicine."

"Does he have more medication to take?"

"No, this is the last. Others should be prescribed by the psychiatrist."

My heart was been torned apart. I feel so bad for Mike right now...

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After that day, he got out of the hospital 2 months later.

We visited Mike's home every friday.

He couldn't work because of his disease.

-ding-dong-

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No responses again? This makes me nervous every time.

We used his master key to get in.

"Mike- we're here-"

I can't shout at him. I just can't.

When we arrived at his bedroom, I opened the door and saw Mike laying in his bed.

His face was calm.

He has attempted suicide several times so far, so he has rope marks on his neck and self-harm marks on his wrists and waist. Of course, there were a lot of injection marks too.

"Mike, wake up. You can't sleep all day."

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"Mike. I know you are awake."

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"Mike..?"

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"MIKE!"

He didn't flinch.

He was not breathing.

"No,no.no.no.nononono. Mike, Mikey, no. Please. Don't die. Please. please. Wake up. Breath, breathe Mikey."

I started doing CPR on him.

"SCOTT! HURRY, MIKE IS NOT BREATHING!"

And then Scott ran towards me.

Mike's face was too calm.

"Please, Mike. Wake up and see my face. Let me see your blue eyes, Mike. Please, please please."

After 10 minutes, he started to breath hard.

"HAAH, HUGH-."

"Mike! Mike, Mike......we were scared..."

"..."

He just stared at us with no emotion at all.

And then he slowly got up and started to limp to the living room.

His left leg was almost numb. Because when he tried to jump off, he landed on his left leg so his left leg can't work well.

I felt guilty so I hold him in my arms. He was too light for his body. It was almost like holding a baby.