I can't see that you truly love me (A Mike Fuentes LS).

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-2 weeks later-

I sighed, sitting up in my bed as I hesitantly opened my eyes as Jaime shook me awake. "Whaaaat?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "We have to go pick Tony up from the hospital." he whispered. I nodded, immediately waking up. I can't wait for him to get out of the hospital.

I quickly got out of bed and got dressed, once Jaime left, of course. I figured all of the Star Wars was appropriate being that we were going to pick up Tony. I shrugged on my hoodie while I stuffed my phone in my pocket. I quickly walked out of the bunk room after sliding my shoes on. Mike chuckled, pointing to my shirt. "Tony's?" he asked. I giggled, nodding as I looked down to my shirt. I really didn't have much Star Wars stuff, the plugs weren't even mine. Tony gave me all of his when he sewed up his ears. I wasn't really that big of a fan of Star Wars, but I still liked it. Once everyone else finished getting ready, we quickly walked out the door of the RV, and into the car.  It took us about 5 minutes to get there, and we immediately ran out of the car and in the door, only to see Tony already being wheeled out in a wheelchair, being as it's required to leave in a wheelchair. We signed him out and everything, then headed back to the car. Mike helped him climb inside because he was still a bit weak from just laying in bed for about 2 weeks. I sat next to him, forcing Jaime to not be in the middle and just feel out-of-place for the next 5 minutes. "My shirt, really?" Tony asked, chuckling as he pointed to my shirt. I shrugged. "I like it." I replied. He chuckled again, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. We were really, like, way too close for siblings.

After the 5 minutes of awkward silence had passed, we all climbed out of the car. Mike helped Tony into the RV, sitting him on the couch. I sat next to him, really not wanting to leave his side. I still couldn't help but feel that it was all my fault he got shot. After a couple minutes, the bus driver had started up the RV, and we were heading down to Connecticut.

I yawned, resting my head on Tony as I rubbed my eyes. It was way too fucking early. "Why don't you go back to bed?" Tony whispered. I shook my head. "Not unless you're going to bed too." I replied, nuzzling my face in his shoulder. He chuckled, leaning over and grabbing onto a blanket from under the couch. He unfolded it, draping it over me as he stood up. He grabbed onto me, scooting me over so my head was on the armrest, then sat by my feet.

I laid there for at least 30 minutes before I started hearing Tony snore. I looked at Tony, and giggled once I saw him. His head was facing the ceiling, resting on the top of the couch. I  slowly got up, draping the blanket I was using over Tony. I slowly grabbed him, sliding him down so he was laying like I was. Surprisingly, he didn't wake up.

I yawned, walking into the bathroom and closing the door. Once I left, I started walking towards the couch. The car hit a bump, and I quickly grabbed onto the closest thing there was. It just so happened to be Mike that I grabbed onto. "Morning..." I giggled, looking to the ground so he couldn't see me blushing. "Morning." he replied, patting me on the shoulder as he walked to the couch. I carefully walked behind him, sitting on the floor by his feet. There wasn't enough room on the couch for a sleeping Tony, Mike, and me. The car hit another bump, and I quickly grabbed onto Mike's legs, forgetting we were sitting down. I let go after I remembered, looking to my hands. "You alright?" he asked. "I've never walked in a moving vehicle before, that shit's scary." I replied. He chuckled, sliding onto the floor next to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "You get used to it."

I smiled slightly, leaning on him as I looked down to my hands again. "You sure everything's okay?" he asked. I nodded. "Just thinking." I replied. "About what?" he took his arm off my shoulders, propping his arms on his knees so he could see my face. I sighed; "I just feel like it's my fault Tony got shot." I whispered. He shook his head. "You didn't know that Tony was gonna do that. You didn't even know your dad had a gun." he replied. I shook my head. "I knew my dad was crazy, though." I sighed, propping my arms on my knees aswell.