Roadtrip Fanfic: 5th Wheel

7: Dont hurt yourself

Mikey's POV:

I can't do this anymore. I can't. I can't.

Rye brought me to the hospital strait after and during that trip I told him how I liked Brooklyn but he was dating Jack. I could see how worried he was for me. I've not acted this way since my gran passed away who I was really close to and i was really struggling with this. At the hospital I was told that I had class deep in my knuckle and I had broken almost every bone in my hand and wrist. I was also told that I had been over working and not eating and sleeping enough.

Rye had phoned Blair to come in and when I was seeing the doctor he told him what had happened thankfully he never mentioned that fact that I liked brook and that he was dating jack but instead just told him my history and that I just needed some time. Blair was pretty angry when he first found out but after he spoke to me about it and he eventually supported that it was a mental issue and that I'd need some time and support to get through it.

I was told to stay at the hospital over night and although I'd stayed many nights before I couldn't bare the thought of being alone tonight. I knew that when I was in this state if I were to be left alone with my thoughts I would drive myself into a deep dark hole of depression.

Rye had offered to stay the night but I felt bad for all I had put him through already so I told him to leave. I soon regretted this choice however because the second he left the feeling of depression swept over me.

A few hours had passed and I felt so lonely. I couldn't bare it much longer. I just wanted out. I just wanted to leave. Leave everything. Everyone.
I was laying on my back still agony from my hand and the feeling in my heart when my thoughts were abruptly interrupted my the most unexpected person.

"Brooklyn what are you doing here!?"I said in astonishment as he snuck into the room.

"Rye told me what happened...I'm so sorry Mikey for everything" he hugged me and I instantly felt warm everywhere. I almost felt loved.

"Brook I-i think you should leave..." I murmured sadly not making eye contact. I didn't want him to leave but I knew if he stayed if just get worse.

"What why I just got here?" He said quickly

"Why did you even come here Brooklyn? Why did you really come here?" I questioned.

"Because I wanted to make sure you were alright..." he admitted confused.

I sat up hastily hurting my hand in the meantime. I could feel my eyes fill with tears but I fought to hold the back I as I said "you just found out that I'm in love with you! Why did you come to see me?!"

He looked shocked. His eyes wide and mouth ajar. "Wait what?! You...love me" he said

I nodded shamefully as a tear rolled down my cheek. There was an awkward silence as he tried to wrap his head around things.

"Well rye clearly didn't tell me everything then..." he said almost inaudibly.

"Wait rye didn't tell you?" I said in regret.

He shook his head and I just cried into my hands. He sighed and sat down on my bed next to me putting his hand on my back.

"Mikey I don't hate you or blame you for liking me but I'm in a relationship and I'm happy... I'm sorry" he said shyly.

"I know I'm sorry it's just hard." I confessed.

He half smiled at me and pulled me into a hug causing my sleeve to role up...

He pulled away hurriedly after spotting my not bandaged wrist.

"Mikey what is that!"he said grabbing my wrist.

I tried quickly to pull my sleeve down and free my hand but failed miserably.
"It's nothing Brook..." I said defensively but unconvincingly.

"They aren't nothing" he said pointing to the scars on my wrist.

"Look they are old" I sighed.

"Why?" He asked.

"Before the band I got badly bullied and I guess they just never faded" I admitted.

He sighed pulling me into another hug and I finally felt safe. We fell asleep with my head on his chest and his arm wrapped around mine.