Colors// Mike Chang Glee

Just Like A Pill

All morning Dad, Mike, and I all stayed at the hospital with Andy. Even after I offered Mike a ride home, multiple times that morning, he still stayed with Andy. He did stay because of Andy right? The whole time we were with Andy it kept getting interupted by doctors coming in and out of the room to check on him, and the occasional question being bounced around the room weather or not anyone was hungry or not. 

I mean Andy should be hungry. He loves food and he loves eating it. He's been getting what he needs to survive without food and all but I was expecting him to ask for food as soon as he woke up.

"Are you sure you don't wanna eat before you go back to sleep, Drew?" I asked him using his childhood nickname.

"No thanks. The food in hospitals are always either expired or nasty" Andy explained. He knew this because of when our mom was in the hospital we stayed a long time in hospitals. I sighed and sat back in the chair as I watched Andy fall into sleep.

"I'll drive you home now, Mikey. You've already missed school and your parents are gonna kill me as it is so I better get you home" I wasn't sure if he heard everything since my voice was cracking and giving out in a few places, it was so embarrassing and unattractive.

"Okay... they aren't gonna kill you. Yell at you in Chinese maybe. But not kill you" he said getting out of the chair that was sat on the other side of Andy's bed and making his way to the door. He held it open for me as I said goodbye to my dad before driving Mike back to his place.

"I am so sorry for how... dramatic this week has been. I've just been... so upset with myself for allowing Andy to be in such a rush. I told him he could take a nap, and I was stupid enough the text him-" I was cut off by Mikes hands on my shoulders as we exited the building."You. Are not stupid" he said sternly.

"This wasn't your fault" he dropped his hands away from my boney shoulders, realizing I was shocked by his touch.

"It's no ones fault. He was tired. You cannot blame yourself Autumn" he said furrowing his eyebrows as we approached my dads car.

"Yeah it is" I mumbled.

"No it's not" Mike mumbled louder than me mumbling, making sure I heard him. I smiled and we were off to his place.

"So is that what your used to? The whole anxiety attack thing?" he asked me sincerely. I held in a painful breath as I drove down the highway.

"Uhhh. I guess" I stalled. I hated talking about my feelings and I hated when people knew I had them. I really didn't want to answer his question. But it's Mike. The Mike who helped me wash Slushee out of my hair on my 2nd day, the Mike that brought me up to the roof, the Mike that snuck me out to the movies when his bike was stolen so we had to walk until 4am. I've only know Mike for a couple of months. But it feels like he's been there for me the whole time.

I sighed and pulled over. I shut the stereo off and I turned to look at Mike.

"Ever since Andy was 10 and I was 8 I would always blame myself if he got hurt, or got in trouble, or even got bad grades" I explained."I know none of it's my fault" I gulped past the huge lump in my throat that felt painful."But it always feels like it is. I started getting anxiety attacks when I was 12. I was watching Andy wrestle in middle school and he got a black eye and... with Andy being Andy he is, he knocked his tooth out and everyone stared to crowd around him and the kid" I stopped to take a breath.

"I tried to get to Andy because you know. He's my best friend and my only friend at times" I confessed. I looked over at Mike who was watching me intently. That's something I loved about Mike. He is always listening to what I have to say, even if it is clique. Wait. No. I said love. There's more I love about Mike. A lot.