Demons ; Michael Clifford

Chapter 9

**Katie's pov**

When I wake up everything's how I remember, me lying in a hospital bed and Michael curled up on the chair next to me still looking drunk.

It's 8am and I'm getting discharged in a few hours thankfully. I sit up in the bed my movements causing Michael to groan.

"Good morning." I said bluntly to him. And he mumbled something that resembled a good morning back.

"Michael."

"What?" He said sounding extremely tired.

"Look at me please." I sounded pissed off, which I am I didn't really get to showcase my anger as much as I would of liked last night.

He sat up straight in the chair and opened his eyes blinking a few times as they adjusted to the light.

"Yeah?" He questioned me.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" I asked folding my arms across my chest. He shook his head.

"Do you remember the fact that you're going to be a dad?" He nodded his head slightly looking guilty. "Michael I meant what I said last night. You're sober as of today and if you have another drink then we are done I'm so fed up of putting all my faith in you just for you to let me down again."

I tried so hard no to cry but I could feel the tears build up. I bit my bottom lip to try and stop them from falling. He stood up and climbed onto the bed next to be wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. As much as I hated him for getting drunk last night, I needed this.

We just lay there for what seemed hours in silence until Michael finally spoke.

"I'm sorry" he whispered into my hair. "I didn't mean for it to go this far, I didn't mean to depend on it whenever I felt empty which seems to be a lot of the time recently."

"We're going to get you a counsellor Michael. We can't do this alone you need a professional to talk to, you might find it easier then talking to me."

He sighed and then nodded.

"We can sign you up with one now since we're in the hospital?" I waited for a response but never really got one. "Please Michael you need to work with me on this."

"Fine, when you get discharged we can book an appointment for me." He said sharply. I looked up at him and his face was full of anger and I wrapped my arm around his waste squeezing him slightly as I pulled myself closer to him so that I could nuzzle my head into his chest and he rested his chin on the top of my head.

He still smelt of alcohol mainly vodka. He must of spilt his shirt. His grip around my back tightened as the nurse walked into the room.

"Katie?" The nurse says and I sit up and face him. "You can leave in about thirty minutes we just need to get your discharge form signed and you're free to go" He gave me a smile as I nodded and then walk out of the room leaving me and Michael alone again.

"Come on let's pack your things up and you can get changed into your clothes"

I stood up with a bit of a wobble from not standing for so long. I took out a top and a pair of sweatpants from a bag that I had near my bed and got changed whilst Michael packed a few of my things. I picked up the rest of my things and put them into my bag and tied up my hair.

The doctor walked into the room and told us that I was officially discharged and he turned to leave.

"Wait, sorry" I say as he turns around to face me again. "Would you be able to sign Michael up for some counselling?" I ask hopefully

"Yeah I can do that just now for you guys." He walked away and I turned to Michael who still didn't look happy.

"You'll thank me later Michael I promise" and I kissed his cheek

The doctor returned with a slip for Michael with his first appointment on it. Michael slips his arm around my waist and then we left the hospital.