biological 》ian gallagher

seventeen

"They send you up here?" Ian asked, quietly, looking at Rosie, as they both laid on his bed. Rosie nodded.

"What's wrong, daddy?" Rosie asked, wanting nothing more than to go back to the way things used to be. To go back to the first day she arrived.

"Nothing." Ian tried his hardest to assure her, but he seemed to fail, as he saw the look on her face. Defeated. "I just don't feel well." He added, but changed nothing. Rosie had heard, over the last couple of days that he simply 'didn't feel well', yet, he wasn't going to the hospital. He refused to.

Downstairs, the family further conversed, even Mickey, who was starting to accept that Ian needed help. Ian hadn't eaten anything in days, and he hardly was getting any sleep.

"Maybe we have some extra lithium around? From Monica?" Lip suggested, but Fiona looked doubtful.

"Shock therapy." Carl added, with a small grin on his face, to which Mickey glared at.

"No, Carl." Debbie was always the one to scold Carl, when needed. As the two younger kids made disgusted faces at each other, Fiona sighed.

"You think you could convince him?" She asked Mickey, who looked at her, with a doubting expression.

"Rosie can't even get him out of bed." Mickey stated, wanting the entire situation to go away.

"Are they talking about me?" Ian asked Rosie, who stared at him before nodding her head, slowly. Rosie had started to catch on to small patterns, such as this. They would have her go do something, just for her to leave the room. Ian noticed this, too. Whenever Rosie came upstairs, he could hear several voices downstairs.

"We should go downstairs." Rosie suggested, hopeful that Ian would sit up from his laying position, which he's been in for far too long. Shaking his head, Ian went back to pulling the blanket over his head.

"We gotta get him -" Fiona cut herself off, hearing the small patter of footsteps as Rosie approached the scene. Sammi walked over to Rosie, making Mickey stand up, almost immediately.

"Rosie, I have to tell you something." Sammi spoke, making the entire family scowl at her. Mickey being the first to push her, lightly.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Lip glared at Sammi, who looked at the rest of the family in disbelief.

"She deserves to know." Sammi argued, as Mickey picked Rosie up from the ground.

"You breathe a word about what you think you know, and it'll be the last thing you ever do." Mickey threatened, holding Rosie close to him, protectively. Rosie's eyes wandered around, looking fearful as the tension rose. After a few moments of silence, Mickey started walking, with Rosie in his arms, towards the living room.

"Where are you goin'?" Fiona asked, as everyone watched him make his way to the door.

"We're fuckin' leaving. She ain't stayin' here with that psycho bitch around." Mickey scowled, gesturing to Sammi. Surprisingly, none of the Gallaghers stopped him. They all hated Sammi, and the only reason she was staying was because Fiona couldn't be around all the time. A substitute - that filled in when needed.

"Where are we going?" Rosie asked, as Mickey carried her down the porch steps.

"Wanna go to my house?" Mickey asked her, already on his way there. Rosie nodded, excitedly.

"Well, what about daddy?" She asked, finding sudden interest in Mickey's feet, as he walked along the side walk.

"He'll be okay. We'll come back tomorrow, when Sammi leaves." Mickey playfully rolled his eyes when he spoke of her, making Rosie laugh.

"She's a psycho bitch." Rosie imitated Mickey's words, making him laugh. Knowing that Rosie wouldn't even be in earshot of the shit talking Gallaghers and Sammi, he felt at ease. Though, he didn't feel well when he thought of Ian. Mickey hoped that Rosie would keep talking to keep his mind off of it.