Adopted by Delirious|Watty's 2019

Hospital

Brian's pov
The hospital is decent and now all I have to do is find room 308. It's somewhere on the third floor.
"Here it is," Jon said going in. We all see Carter laying in the bed hooked up to multiple machines. We stood in silence until the doctor came in.
"Hello, now which one of you is Carter's guardian?" The doctor asked
"I am," I said walking forward.
"Well, it seems he had another 'episode'. We recommend putting him in a-"
"Can we talk outside?" I asked.
"Sure." We walk out of the room, then he continues.
"Based on his past, I recommend putting Carter in a mental ward. He might be safer there. Has he been seeing his therapist?" The doctor asked making my blood boil.
"That asshole. I won't let him go back until we can find a new one. And, he will be staying with me no matter what. No mental wards. Do you hear me?" I asked treating him like a child.
"Yes, I do. However-" he started.
"Save it. Now, I'll go see my nephew." I said walking in the room punching the wall.
I walked back and the guys look like they wanted to ask what happened but decided against it. I walk over and sit next to Carter's bed.
"I'm so sorry, Carter. This is my fault. I knew I couldn't take care of you. But who would I be if I turned my back on you. I know you need help, but I just don't know how to help you get better. All I ask is that you don't leave me." I said burying my face into my hands. I heard someone walk up to me and hug me.
"Thanks," I say wiping my eyes. I look over and see Carter shifting.
"M-Mikey.." he whimpered in pain. Sadly, the doctor has to keep him for a few days. I looked around the room to see where Mikey was only to find that she wasn't here.
"Mikey!" Carter yelled. I needed to find her, so I texted her.
B-Mikey. Where are you? He needs you.
M-The cafeteria. Why does he need me?
B-I don't know. He won't talk. He wants you. Clearly I'm missing something that may have happened.
M-I can't. I don't like being in hospital rooms. I also don't like hospitals in general.
B-Please, Mikey. For him?
M-Fine but someone is going to have to come and get me. I ain't walking through this place alone.
B-Be down in a minute. Stay put, okay?
M-Okay

Mikey's pov
Brian walk over to me then walked me back to the room. I look around the room and saw how depressed everyone looked. My eyes soon met Carter's and he looked happy to see me.
"Mikey," he said. He held out his arms like a little kid wanting his mom to pick him up. I walked over to him and sat beside him and hugged him.
"Kitten.." he said. I looked at him wanting to respond and talk to him, but I couldn't. He kept saying 'Kitten' over and over. He grabbed my hand and held it. I realized that we were both so broken that we could help fix each other.
"Hungry," he moaned. I listened to his stomach growl. I silently laughed at his childness and looked at the guys like 'go get him food'.
"Doctor says he can't eat yet, though," Brian said. I looked at him with a blank expression.
"Mikey, please. Talk to me. I can't handle two mute kids," he pleaded. I looked at him and gave him the bird. He put his head in his hands as the doctor came in.
"Hello, Mr. Hanby. I see that Carter has asked for food. Well, he can't eat yet. We have to do more tests, get a head CT, and we'll go from there. Sound like a plan?" The doctor asked.
"Yeah." Brian said.
"Good. Carter may need speech therapy if he doesn't speak more. It may be best to put him in a mental institution where he can be around people like him. People with his same disabilities," the doctor said.
I finally stood up and walked in front of the doctor and gave him my best 'bat glare' and shook my head no.
"Who are you?" The doctor asked looking at me like I was stupid.
"This is Mikey, his friend," Brian said.
"Well, I'm sorry.....Mikey. You have no say in what happens to Carter. If you could kindly sit over there and let us adults talk, that would be wonderful," he said pointing to a chair in the corner.
"Oh hell no. You ain't gonna talk to my daughter like that," Jon said.
"Who's this!?" the doctor asked surprised.
"He's my boyfriend... who do you think he is? He's her dad," Brian said.
"Well, sir. Can you please take yourself and your daughter out of the room so I can talk to this boy's father?" the doctor asked.
"Um, I'm actually his uncle," Brian said.
"I, honestly, don't care. This boy needs help, look at him. He's in here every couple of months and I think he needs a 24 hour mental hospital to live in. She doesn't know what is best for him and neither do you," the doctor said obviously testing Brian's patience. I got up and grabed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote this down.
'YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THOSE PLACES WORK. BUT I DO AND TRUST ME WHEN I SAY THIS THEY DON'T HELP. THEY MAKE THINGS WORSE.' Once I was done I handed it to the doctor.
"Sorry, I don't really care. Things were probably different for you. He is going," the doctor demanded. I just gave him the bird and sat right back down next to Carter and let Brian handle this.
"Listen, Doctor-who? I don't care what you think is best for my nephew, but I will not let him be put away. If Mikey says no, it's no," Brian said. I looked at Brian surprised because not a lot of people see that I am right on stuff.
"Very well, we are taking him to get a head CT now." The doctor wheeled Carter off. I got up and and gave Brian a hug knowing he would need one.
"Mikey, can I vent to you?" Brian asked. I nodded my head 'yes'.
"Ever since I got Carter, he has been in the hospital every few months. He has major panic attacks and ends up here. He may have had a conversation with you earlier, but he doesn't talk as well as you think. He's never gone to school-well, I tried once but he started having seizures and foam came out of his mouth. I didn't have the heart to send him back. I tried finding teachers that could homeschool him, but no one would. He really only knows simple words, but he knows a few big ones. The reason he would only say one word is because when he gets like this...he shuts down. Everything just stops. He's 19, yet he has the mentality of a 10 year old. Which is perfectly fine, because he knows more than that but he just can't process certain things the way we do. Certain things trigger his memories, and I know that happens to you too, and he hides. Screams. And stops talking. Sometimes I feel as if I failed him," Brian admits with tears strolling down his face. I got another piece of paper and wrote 'You didn't fail him. Some people will be broken till this one person can come and fix them. Sometimes you need more than one. Jon fixed me a little but I am still broken, it takes time to fix what has been damaged so much.'
"Will you help him?" he asked with sincerity in his voice. I wrote again 'Always.' Just then Carter was being wheeled back into the room.
"Mikey," he mumbled. Brian walked up to him holding his hand and just talking. He talked about cake and music.
"Mikey....cake," Carter said. He held out his hand. I walked over and sat next to him again and held his hand.
"Kitten..." was all he managed to say before falling asleep. Brian looked at me as if he'd seen a ghost. I gave him a look as if to say 'what'.
"He's never called anyone kitten before. He always said he wanted one and I said I'd think about it. I didn't know that this was what he meant," Brian said with a startled look. I tilted my head to the side still a little confused. He sat there and stared at me. I wrote on the paper again 'I don't understand.'
"He thinks you're his kitten. He always said how his kitten was sweet and adorable but I thought he meant a pet not you," Brian said. I looked at him suprised and then looked at Carter. Suddenly, the monitor flatlined and everyone was rushed out of the room by nurses.
"No, let me back in there! That's my nephew!" Brian yelled.
"Sorry, sir. You're not allowed in there," the nurse said. I watched Brian start punching the wall and then start crying. I started to walk out the hospital and down the street. I walked untill I found a nearby park. I went over to the swing set and sat down. People looked at me with pity, but I didn't care. It started raining, which i was happy for.