Never Change {MichEmil}

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"So, how'd your date go?" Sara asked smugly as Michele entered the apartment. Michele didn't answer. "Where's Emil?" Sara asked, confused.

Michele didn't respond.

"Michele, where's Emil?" Sara asked bitterly as she got up to face Michele. "Answer me!"

"I don't know, okay?" Michele snapped.

"What happened? What did you do?" Sara spat.

"I am convinced that I did absolutely nothing. Emil's the one who was being a stubborn little rat. I was asking him about something I was worried about, and he refuses to say anything even though it's obvious that it's my business too? I mean, come on!" Michele ranted.

"But where is he?" Sara asked.

"I don't fucking know! He ran out of the restaurant and has been gone for about two hours!" Michele yelled.

"Well, you have to go find him!" Sara insisted.

"Nuh-uh. I'm sure I'm the last person Emil wants to see right now."

"Too bad, you're coming with me." Sara said as she took Michele's hand and dragged him out of the apartment. She took an umbrella and the car keys, and soon, they were calling out Emil's name in the rain.

"Sara, we've been driving for thirty minutes. We're not going to find Emil." Michele complained. But then a thought came to him. What if Emil had another panic attack? What if it was even worse this time? "SARA STEP ON THE FUCKING PEDAL AND GO FASTER!"

"What?"

"Go faster!"

Michele and Sara would get of the car every. Ow and then to check every street and alley. But they still couldn't find anything. Michele wasn't going to go home until he confirmed that Emil was ok.

"What about downtown?" Sara asked.

"That's a 40 minute drive from where we're currently at."

"It's worth a shot."

The ride was very silent, mostly because Michele was anxious to see Emil. The thought of something bad happening Emil terrified him.

"We're here. We'll have to walk." Sara said as she parked the car. Michele nodded.

Sara and Michele walked in the rain frantically looking for Emil.

"Wait, that might be him!" Sara pointed out.

All the streets were empty. No cars, no bikes, no people. Well, all besides one who happened to be sitting in the middle of the very street, looking distant.

"Emil, what the fuck?" Michele yelled as he ran up to him. "Get up! Get up, Emil!" Michele struggled to pull Emil's arm up. Emil had no reaction whatsoever.

"Emil, are you hurt?" Sara asked. Still no response from Emil.

"Emil! Wake up!" Michele yelled as he shook Emil violently. Emil was panting harder and his eyes were wide open. Michele slapped Emil. "Snap out of it!"

Emil gasped for air similar to the other time and coughed. But this time he was coughing up a scarlet red fluid.

"Shhhh.... Calm down." Michele said as he rubbed Emil's back.

"How can you tell him to calm down if he's coughing up blood?" Sara asked. "Get him to the back seats of the car!"

Michele lifted Emil up by the arms and dragged him to the back of the car, laying him down on the seats.

* * *

Emil's consciousness came back a few minutes after they arrived at the apartment. He took a bath, and in the meantime, Michele and Sara discussed where Emil would sleep.

"I feel like I shouldn't really be around him right now. He needs the bed to himself. He's not okay." Michele explained.

"But where are you going to sleep, then?" Sara asked.

"In your walk-in closet." Michele stated.

"No." Sara said, but then she thought about it. "Fine. I'll get you some pillows."

Everyone was on their own. No words were said, and Michele didn't even think he could say anything.

Who are you, Emil Nekola?