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It had been a particularly quiet night. Michael had left fairly early in the morning, so you had been alone in the house all day. You didn't know when he'd be back, but then again, you never knew. Michael just had a way of showing up unexpectedly, usually scaring you out of your wits in the process. You never minded, though, as it was always worth it when you got to see those wild brown curls or feel his strong arms around you.
You were curled up on the couch watching a marathon of old movies that was playing on tv. It was your day off today, so you had spent most of it lazing around or as you liked to call it, treating yourself.
You nearly jumped out of your seat when the front door burst open with frightening intensity. You whipped around to see Michael staggering into your house, clutching at his arm. You jumped to your feet and rushed over, hastily shutting the door behind him and locking it. You peeked out your front curtains, hoping nobody had seen at large serial killer, Michael Myers, stumble through your front door.
You turned back to see Michael yank something from his arm, throwing it violently to the floor as he braced himself against the back of your couch. You walked over to him, placing your hand on his back. He didn't seem right.
"You okay, Michael?" You asked.
He shook his head, but the motion seemed too erratic to be a reply. It was more like he was trying to shake his head clear of something. You looked to the floor, eyes scanning for whatever it was Michael had thrown when he first walked in. Soon, you spotted it.
Leaving Michael's side for a moment, you bent down to pick up what looked like a dart of some kind. It was short, silver, and with a reddish tuft of feathers on the opposite end of the needle. It took you a minute, but the recognition registered soon enough. You knew what kind of dart this was. Concerned, you turned back to Michael.
"They tried to tranq you?" You said, incredulous.
You quickly returned to Michael, who was clearly struggling against the drug, or at least trying to. You wrapped an arm around his back, your other hand placed on his chest.
"C'mon, let's get you to bed while you can still walk," you said. "You're gonna be okay."
Michael gave no response of any kind as you draped his arm over your shoulders, gently guiding him from the couch. He was swaying, uncharacteristically clumsy on his feet. You hoped he wouldn't collapse halfway down the hallway. You knew there'd be no way you could drag him the rest of the way on your own.
Slowly, you led him out of the living room, directing him to the hallway. You mentally cursed that your bedroom was at the end of the hall in this moment. There was a close call right outside your door when Michael lost his footing and fell to his knees, almost taking you down with him. You thought, this is it. He's going down.
"C'mon, Mikey, you're almost there," you quietly encouraged him. "You can do it. C'mon, I'll help you. Let me help you."
You gently rubbed his back and that's when you noticed he was shaking. You thought that odd, considering a tranquilizer was supposed to knock you out. You chalked it up to the fact that Michael was fighting so hard against it.
A few long moments passed before Michael reached out for your hand. You gladly gave it and helped him back up to his feet as much as you could. It wasn't easy considering you were supporting most of his weight right now.
However, the two of you worked together and Michael managed to get far enough to fall safely onto your bed. You exhaled sharply, tired, but happy. At least now when Michael fell unconscious, he could be comfortable. You walked to the end of the bed, removing his boots for him so you could pull the covers over him.
"Mask?" You asked.
Michael nodded weakly, so you approached his side and carefully removed the rubber mask from his head. You placed it right on the bedside table so he could still see it. You were about to ask if Michael needed anything else when you suddenly caught sight of the look on his face.
You had never seen him look so scared.
Immediately, you knelt at his bedside, taking his hand in yours. His hands were shaking just as much as the rest of his body. You pressed a soft kiss to his bruised knuckles, watching him closely. He looked so childlike, so vulnerable. He was staring at the ceiling, struggling to keep his eyes open as his chest rose and fell with panicked breaths.
You wondered if he was having flashbacks to his time in Smith's Grove. You knew it hadn't been a pleasant experience there. Abandoned at 6 to a cold and strange place, he was soon labeled untreatable simply because nobody could be bothered to invest the work and time into helping him. For 15 years he was locked up, drugged to keep him "docile", and ignored.
Now that you thought about it, you were almost sure that's what was happening. Being drugged against his will was bringing back so many painful and terrifying memories for Michael and he was powerless to stop it. He was panicking. He was scared.
"Michael, look at me," you said. "Look at me. You're safe. You're with me."
Those heavy lidded eyes turned to meet yours and you could just see the frightened little boy that had been left at Smith's Grove Sanitarium at 6 years old. You gave his hand a reaffirming squeeze and continued to whisper gentle reassurances until Michael's eyes drifted shut, until his shaking stopped, and even long after you were certain he was asleep. He was okay. He was safe. He was with you. And you'd always be there. You promised that.
You stayed with Michael the whole time he slept. You stayed, holding his hand, whispering to him, comforting him. And when he finally woke, you were there to hold him when the tears came and the shaking started up once more.
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so more angst was requested so i hope this was angsty enough lol
lemme tell you it hurt my heart coming up with this xD
so i hope y'all enjoyed! i know updates are slow but i'm doing my best😬😬😬
thanks for sticking with me tho!
i'll try and get another os out soon💕💕
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