The next morning Conrad got up earlier as usual. He had some sort of a weird feeling. Something was strange about the atmosphere, like something was missing.
He suddenly realized it was Michael. He was actually supposed to be jumping around humming some melodies of songs he was composing. But all Conrad could hear was that awkward unusual silence.
He quickly got up and walked to Michaels bedroom, then knocked on the door. Quietly at first getting louder and louder. But even as he hurt his hand no response was given.
So he just opened the door feeling worried.
'Michael? Are you up yet? Hello?', he called not recieving any answer.
He walked over to the bathroom to find him laying in the bathtub crying.
'Mike what's wrong? Why the hell are you laying in the tub?', he asked in a soft voice.
'I... I took sleepers from your room and... and I guess I took to many... I just woke up having the hell of a headache and really not feeling well... I'm sorry Conrad. I shouldn't have... But I really could not sleep...', Michael redponsed quietly with a guilty look on his face.
'Michael I told you not to! You could've died!! Really what you did was very dangerous! I don't want you to do these kinds of things ever again! And now please show me what pills you took', Conrad said angry and comforting at the same time.
'Alright, the box is over there.'
As the doctor saw the packaging his face turned white. 'And you survived? God Michael you should have taken a half of these goddamn pills! Why did you even take them!?'
'It's just that... I can't do this anymore. Those concerts are way too exhausting. I'm done... I just wanna hold Mary... But she's at home in the US while I'm here in Germany!! And the worst part is that she'll probably get addicted to alcohol and... Conrad, I just can't take this anymore! Can you please somehow help me? Please... I'm done...', Michael whispered having tears in his eyes again.
'Okay Mike. I'll get you a phone. The first thing you are about to do is calling your wife. You really need to talk to her, I can feel that. You'll be better after that, promise. And if you need me... I'll be there as well okay?'
'Thanks Conrad. I really needed that. Can I hug you?'
Instead of an answer Conrad gave Michael a long loving hug.
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