Help Me

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Mikey

His head felt way too heavy. There was a dull pain that seemed to ricochet all over his body. Mikey tried to moan, but nothing came out. He felt far too warm aswell. There was something nice and cool in his hand though, so he gave it a squeeze.
He couldn't move his hand.

Mikey focussed all his effort on squeezing, and it took all of his energy away... He felt himself float again, and couldn't stop himself from slowly drifting away...

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Voices brought him around the second time, and were hard to hear over the constant ringing in his head. They seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't really care. His knee twinged painfully, and he groaned, not knowing if he was actually awake or not. The pain kept increasing, heightening and building until he felt himself get far too warm.

The darkness that he was in was white, oddly enough. It was like he couldn't see enough... But at the same time he was seeing far too much. His eyes hurt, even though they were closed. Fire ignited in his veins, and he moaned again, feeling his head turn to the side. Again, far too much effort. Something sharp pricked his arm a while later, but he was in too much pain, and he was too weak, and still too asleep to protest.

It felt like ice was flooding his veins, and he felt the fire in them slowly dwindle and die. Mikey breathed heavily, before he slumped down again, burrowing into the covers that seemed to cover him.
He wasn't too sure though. All he knew was the darkness, and that the cold thing was in his hand again. He found squeezing easier, but this time it squeezed back. He felt himself slip away again... He was so close...

The white faded back to black, and then all the colour bled away, leaving Mikey feeling oddly naked, and cold... And tired... And so so tired...

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The third time he felt much more lucid. He was groggy, and his limbs felt far too heavy, but the annoying ringing in his ears had faded altogether. Where was he, anyway? The last thing he remembered was getting in the ambulance, and then...

And then nothing.
No colour, just black and white, and the feeling that he had been away from somewhere for too long...

Mikey felt his whole body twitch, and then a voice spoke, clear as day.
"Mikey?"
Rye. Of course it would be Rye. But why was Rye beside him? Where was he?
He felt his heartbeat quicken, and before he could stop himself he was breathless.
"Brook... He's awake! Go and get the others!" Mikey heard him shout.
Awake? Had he been asleep? What had even happened?

And then he remembered. He remembered the late night walk. Being followed. Being attacked. Calling for help. The blood. The pain. It had hurt, he remembered... It had hurt so much...

"Mikey!" A hand gently ran through his hair, and immediately his breathing slowed down. Now he knew that Rye was close by, and so was Brook, somewhere.
He turned to face the sound of the voice, but found that he couldn't open his eyes.
He was so tired...

"Are you awake?" Rye asked, and Mikey found that he couldn't answer. Instead he squeezed Rye's hand firmly.
"Squeeze my hand if you can hear me."
Mikey squeezed. The darkness had surrounded him again... He couldn't see... The man could be anywhere...
"Mikey... Mikey listen to me! You're safe, it's just me here. It's Rye." He soothed, running his hand through Mikey's hair again. In response he squeezed his hand. Rye squeezed back.

"Can you open your eyes for me?" Rye whispered. Mikey breathed heavily. He tried to get them to open, but they felt so heavy. He tried to shake his head, but he couldn't make his body move. He resorted to gripping Rye's hand.
"Mikey you can do it." Rye encouraged. He wasn't sure that he wanted to. But he knew that he had been asleep for far too long.

How many dates had they had to push back?

Mikey forced his eyes open, blinking slowly as the world came into focus. Black spots danced in his vision, and he weakly raised a trembling hand to rub them. He let his eyes wander on the white. It was so different from the white that he had been engulfed in for the last... How long had he been asleep?

"Mikey." A voice spoke softly from his right. He turned his head, making eye contact with Rye. The first thing he noticed was the dark circles beneath his eyes, which made Mikey frown.
"No, don't worry about me... Let's focus on you for now." Rye murmered, and Mikey felt his eyes fill with tears, much to his shame.
The boys had worried about him... Rye had stayed with him... Rye had lost sleep because of him... All the boys had.

"Mikey, look at me." Mikey, in his drowsy state, looked deep into his eyes, feeling his own begin to shut again.
"It's not your fault okay? Just focus on getting better now, yeah?" Rye said, and he blinked slowly at him, feeling the heaviness and blankness return.

He felt Rye stand up and knew that he made to move away, but he stopped when Mikey's hand quickly shot out to grip his hand tightly, eyes wide, breathing heavily from the exertion.
"Don't leave me alone." He whispered, blinking a few times again before feeling his body fall limp.
"Okay... I promise." Mikey heard softly, and Rye made to sit back down again.
As much as he could manage, Mikey shuffled over slightly, at the same time weakly patting the empty space on his bed.
"Stay." He mumbled, slurring as his eyesight began to fade. Mikey felt his bed dip slightly as Rye joined him, and he curled into him slightly, letting his head fall onto Rye's chest. He felt Rye's arms wrap around him gently, and pulled him close. Mikey rested his hand on Rye's waist, gripping his shirt tightly, in fear that if he let go Rye would fade away completely. He didn't fully comprehend that Rye had kissed his forehead.

"Go to sleep Mikey..."
"Tell the boys I love them..." Mikey murmered, not hearing the rest of Rye's words.
The last thing he felt was Rye rest his head on Mikey's, before Mikey let the exhaustion overcome him again.

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WolfGirl.