I've Got You

Chapter 6: Page 1

Ian's POV

Monday morning... Was hectic. Mickey came home on Saturday afternoon, the medication was working for the most part, if he didn't drink enough or if he still stood up too quickly he passed out but only for a few seconds because the medication was still pushing blood to his brain so it is over quickly which is good. It sucks to think this is something he is most likely going to live with for the rest of his life but there are ways we can manage everything so it's going to be okay. But anyway, Monday morning started well, I was dreaming about myself and Mickey, for some reason, we went to Mexico and drank tequila and lay on the beach, it was great. 

"Ian" I heard, quickly opening my eyes, the past few days I have been waking up so easily, it's like I'm barely asleep sometimes. I sat up and looked at Mickey who was sitting on the end of the bed and smiling. "Morning" He smiled, I yawned and smiled back. "Morning, you feeling okay?" I asked, moving closer to him and putting my hand on his forehead, to see if he had a fever. "Ian, I'm fine" He laughed, pushing my hand away, I slowly nodded. It was hard because every little thing he did worried me, I mean can you blame me?

"It's 7:15, you need to wake up sleepy face" He smiled, slowly standing up and taking a breath then turning back to face me. "Come on, I made us breakfast" He smiled, walking out of the room and out of view, I sat there still half asleep and confused. He wasn't going to school, he wasn't well enough, I was going to put my foot down. I got up, getting some shorts on as I was only in boxers and then walked downstairs slowly, rubbing my eyes. "Morning E" I heard, I moved my hands from my eyes and saw every sitting around the table, Mickey getting stuff in the kitchen and bringing it to the table, Fiona smiling at me. "Mick, what are you doing all this work for? Please sit down" I spoke, walking over to him and trying to take the plate of eggs from his hand. "Ian I'm fine go sit down" He smiled, kissing my cheek and bringing the eggs over for everyone. 

"Who made all this?" I asked, walking over to the table and seeing there was toast, eggs, bacon, waffles, juice and coffee. "Mickey, he just got back from the store when I woke up, and look, he got waffles with animal faces on them" Debbie smiled, I looked over to my boyfriend with a disappointed look on my face. "You went out to the store by yourself?" I asked, he nodded, taking a bite out of a piece of toast. "Mickey" I groaned, leaning against the wall and he sigh. "Ian I'm fine, I took my meds as soon as I woke up, I felt fine. I wanted to do something nice for everyone before we go to school. Please calm your tits" He smirked and sat next to Fiona who was smiling at him. "We? No way, you aren't going to school" I spoke, walking over to the table, he slowly looked up to me confused. 

"Why not?" He asked, putting his toast down on his plate and looked at me. "You need more time Mickey, I can't let you go to school. You need to rest, in bed" I spoke, his eye brows raised and he bit the inside of his cheek. "You can't... Let me?" He questioned, I nodded. "It isn't safe Mick, if you are alone something could happen" I spoke, he started laughing, I looked at him confused. "What is so funny?" I asked, he looked up to me with a smile on his face. "It's funny that you think you get to tell me what to do, I don't need your permission to go anywhere Ian. Now, sit down and eat your damn food before it gets cold" He answered, getting some eggs on his plate. "You aren't going to say anything about this?" I asked, looking at Fiona and she looked at me and sigh. "Ian, Mickey is fine. The doctor said he was fine and he could go to school, if he feels fine and he wants to, let him be" She smiled, taking a sip of her coffee and reading the paper. 

"I can't believe this shit" I growled, storming upstairs, again, I don't know where this rage keeps coming from. It's like I don't even have a short fuse, I have no fuse. I am just worried, these past few weeks have been so much and I am tired, I am stressed, I'm just so over everything at this point. I lay on my bed, trying not to start crying or screaming or literally anything at this point, it was like intense anger was coursing through my veins and I had no idea why or how to stop it but at this very moment, I felt like I couldn't cope. It wasn't long until I heard somebody walking up the stairs, I could tell it was Mickey because he has to walk really slow up the stairs which again is something he will struggle with at school. Soon, he got to the door and looked to see me laying there, I was staring at the roof, I didn't really want to talk to anyone.