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Mick/Sid

According to the doctors, Joey was going to be okay. But he was tired. Due to the lack of sleep, and the amount of the alcohol he consumed.

Corey was restless. And everyone could see it.

He had gone back to his house and cleaned up. Dumping bottles, washing clothes, and throwing away anything that would bring him back into isolation. 

He was going to change, and everyone was relieved.

All of this was according to Shawn, though. And he looked exhuasted as he made his way back into the hospital

But during all that, Mick's thoughts were elsewhere. 

Joey was okay, and they all were relieved by that. But, they were still missing one thing.

Sidney Wilson.

Mick's heart ached at the thought of him, the hope and assurance he had had before slowly diminishing as the days passed before him. He didn't want to accept that Sid may never wake up. If Sid died...he would too.

Fuck it, he thought, getting up from his chair. If Sid was gonna die, he might as well visit the shell of his body. Mick grimaced at the gruesome and blunt plan, but continued down the hallway.

"Where are you going?" Chris asked, confusion laced in his words.

"Sid." Was all Mick said in response, and the group asked no further question.

As he ventured down the hallway, his confidence slowly diminished. And he became his vulnerable, breakable self. He had felt this way ever since the beginning of Sid's coma. And as fucked up as it was, he was used to the feeling.

"Get some help." Everyone told him. But help from where? The only person he could really talk to was Sid.

Mick ran a hand through his matted hair. He looked so different now. His hair wasn't stick straight and washed anymore, his face and body was frail and slender, and the muscle on his body had disappeared.

Mick was a shell of what he used to be.

Mick had memorized the exact location to Sid's room, due to all the times he had visited his boyfriend before.

Mick's heart clenched at that lable.

Sid wasn't his boyfriend. He had rejected him...

When Mick arrived, he pushed into the room, completely oblivious to the fact he might not be allowed in.

Even if he wasn't, he'd probably still go. Nothing could stop him from seeing his Sidney.

No matter how many times Mick saw Sid, he'd never get used to seeing his lover this way.

Cold, unmoving, and unresponsive.

Tears crept around the corners of Mick's eyes, and he let them flow. He didn't have the strength to hold back his emotions anymore.

"H-hey Sidney..." Mick said softly, "Sorry I haven't visited lately."

Of course, there was silence in return.

Mick made his way towards the side of the hospital bed, and leaned down so he was in level with Sid's face.

"So many things have happened lately, and I don't know what to do about it."

Silence.

Mick drew in a shaky breath. "I wish you could talk to me...I don't know what to do anymore."

Silence.

"I know I've said this before...but I'm sorry..." Mick balled up his fists, "I never meant to hurt you. I was just confused and I- fuck." Mick wiped away hid crocodile tears pitifully. "I love you Sid...so fucking much. I-if you die then..." Mick couldn't finish that sentence.

The guilt tugging at his chest was literally sucking the life out of him. He needed Sid to wake up. Just to know that he'd be okay. Even if he'd die in response to Sid's possible death, he'd still die knowing that he ruined someone's life.

"I love you..." Mick whispered again, tears falling onto the bed as he dropped his head, "Please..."

Please what? He couldn't ask Sid of anything now. The nurses can say he's in a coma all they want. But Mick knows he's as good as dead.

"I'm sorry." Said Mick, taking Sid's slender, cold hand in his. "I-I wish you'd wake up...so I could tell you how much I love you a-and..."

He felt Sid's hand clench his.

Mick looked up in surprise. "S-Sid?"