In My Remains

Everything is my fault

A/N: This was hard chapter.  Not really to write but more to publish . Dunno. After today, the EP, I just feel so weird. Loved the songs but then again they made me super sad. So 'Robot Boy' would be my next one to write but I won't be writing anymore today so it falls probably on Saturday. I hope. Love you all <3

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When Mike woke up next day to the annoying jingling of his phone the first thing that crossed his mind was why he head a headache. But then it all came crashing down and he felt like drowning. He rose quickly, folded the shirt back hoping that Brad wouldn't notice and decided a cup of coffee with a painkiller would do as a breakfast. Groaning he pulled his clothes on wanting to be at the hospital as quick as he could, grabbed the clothes with him and got to the kitchen.

"Hey... Anything?", he called for Rob while he was pouring the coffee on a take away cup.

"Nope. The shrink came. He had apparently answered some questions but only cause he was forced. Then I got a serious talk from the shrink which I will share with you later. The doctor that treated him yesterday has a surgery or so and won't come but another will of course", the drummer spoke quietly.

"Okay. I will be there soon", Mike answered not feeling any better.

He drove to the hospital way faster than he should have but he considered it as an emergency. As in his heart was trying to burst out from his chest. The doctor was already there talking with the drummer.

"I assume you're Mr. Shinoda? I just was about to get to the wound care. They need to be cleaned daily. He also needs help in shower since the cast shouldn't get wet and he isn't allowed to move the shoulder", the doctor greeted him when Rob turned around and gestured him to get closer.

"How... How long? The cast, when you will take it off?", Mike swallowed feeling the chunk in his throat just getting bigger.

"We can't know the exact date yet but since it was severe I would assume two months is pretty close", the answer was like a slap on his face.

Rob glanced at him looking worried but probably not as heart broken as he himself. The tour, the fans... He certainly wasn't ready to play instantly after the cast comes of anyway.

"So here is the prescription and then a list for wound care items that you should purchase also. He is allowed to leave now, but if there is any issues just contact his own doctor or get back here. He is scheduled for X-ray in next month but... we don't need to talk about that now", the doctor nodded and shook his hand before leaving.

They stood there in silent for a while, Mike staring at Rob and Rob staring back at him. Mike realized there was lots of things he wanted to say, but same time he didn't want to say anything at all. And some were things Brad shouldn't hear, but some were things that he needed to hear. He inhaled and walked to the bed. The whole time Brad had laid still not saying a single word.

"I brought you some clothes. The police took yours and... guess the hospital gown isn't something you would want to wear in public", Mike said placing the clothes on the bed.

Brad stood up and walked next to the clothes. First he looked lost but then Mike realized that he couldn't dress up himself.

"Mike... Do you....", Rob started but didn't know then how to say it without revealing Mike's feelings.

"Could you?", Mike mumbled turning around. He didn't want to see Brad naked. Not yet like this.

Rob dressed the guitarist quickly and soon they headed out. Brad slouched slowly, not at all like him. Mike was trying not to be so worried but the guitarist hadn't still said anything. His facial expression was blank too. They get in the car and picked up the items from pharmacy before dropping Rob off.