They Call Us Crazy ~Muke~

Chapter 4

A/N: This is a Michael chapter but it is not written completely by @gaymuke. This is a co-lab chapter. Thanks for reading!

-Michael-

I opened my eyes and stared up at the blinding light. I blink a couple of times and look around. It dawned on me that I was sitting in a hospital bed with an IV attached to my inner wrist. My other wrist was wrapped in a white bandage. Turning my head slightly I saw a face I never thought I'd see again. Kyle. So many emotions went through me at once. I wanted to straggle him but I wanted to kiss him at the same time. I wanted him to leave but then I wanted nothing more but for him to stay. I opened my mouth to say something, either, "What the hell are you doing here?" or, "Well you stay with me?" A nurse walked in saving me the choice. A little weight came off of my shoulders as I avoided conversation with Kyle. The nurse looked at the paperwork near the end of my bed and gave a little puff of a sigh. She then plastered a fake smile on her face.

"Good afternoon... Michael," she said while pausing to look at the paper for my name.

"Hi..." I said not quite wanting to make small talk.

"Do you know why you're here Michael?"

"Because I cut myself?" I ask more than state.

"Yes but no, more like you nearly bleed out on your bathroom floor. If it weren't for your friend you most likely would have died."

I cringed at the word friend but turned to Kyle anyways. He locked eyes with me and gave me a small smile. To be completely honest Kyle looked like shit. His usually perfect brown hair was ruffled like he'd been running his hands through it repetitively. The pale green in his eyes look brighter against the red all around his eyes. Dried tears covered his puffy cheeks and he had a bit of stubble on his jaw like he hadn't shaved in days. Not to mention that he smelled like rotting fish. Kyle's skin looked five shades lighter due to the florescent bulbs in the room. I broke eye contact feeling pained by the concern in his eyes. He doesn't care, he's just putting up an act for the nurse. I tell myself this as I looked at the nurse.

"When can I leave?"

"Oh no, Michael, you aren't going to be leaving anytime soon. You've been emitted to care for your depression," she replied.

"So I can't leave then?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"Mikey, it's okay. You're going to get help and -" Kyle started.

"Shut. Up." I practically hissed.

"Mikey-"

"Excuse me ma'am, can you please make this man leave. I have no need to have him around me right now."

"Sir, could you please come with me, I'll escort you to the exit," the nurse said looking at Kyle.

When they left I let out a sad sigh. He has no right to talk to me that way, he was to leave me no more than three hours ago. I clenched my fist and shut my eyes. I just want to die.