Forgotten.

Chapter Four.

I didn't mean to sleep with him. I didn't even think he liked me like that -- but here we are. I lift my head and look around the room. Directly in front of us I see weapons, and a lot of them too. Bow and arrows, guns, knives...literally anything you can use as a weapon, he had. I turned my head to look at him...he was still sleeping. Quietly, I try to get up and get dressed. As I make my way out of the room I hear a soft voice followed by an almost nonchalant laugh..."Don't you want to at least stay for breakfast?" I roll my eyes and shut the door behind me.

  I CANNOT believe I just slept with Will. WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with me?! What does Mikey think happened to me, I wonder... Worried I rush home. As I reach the steps of our new home, I pull out my keys. I reach to open the door and I see it already open. Worried, I pull out my knife and creep inside. I look around, searching for Mikey hoping to not see any signs of distress. 

"Mikey!" I say just loud enough for him to be able to hear me without giving my location away to any possible intruders. 

.."I'm here.." Mikey shouts from the kitchen. I run to him and see him on the floor clutching his stomach. 

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" I yell, diving on the floor grabbing Mikey.

"Scavengers...they attacked me in the middle of the night. I tried to fight them off but there were just too many of them." He said slowly breaking into tears. "I'm sorry ... I tried my best but they took everything. Our weapons, food...please don't be mad."

Confused and basically sobbing myself, I hold his head up and say clearly while staring straight into his soft brown eyes, "DON'T EVER APOLOGIZE! If anything, I should be the one saying sorry. I can't believe something like this happened to you and I wasn't even there to protect you...."

Slowly, I lift him up and place him on a chair. I rush to my bag and pull out some gauze which Jack gave to me in case of an emergency like this. I gently lift his shirt over his head and drop it on the floor. "Don't move okay bud.."I say ripping some gauze off and wrapping it around the wound. "I might have to stitch it up ok.." I say quietly, thinking to myself how the hell I would manage that considering I don't know the first thing about this kinda shit.

He slowly nods, wincing with each touch. Suddenly, he lifts his arm and wipes away my tears.."Us together..forever." He says. "I love you and we will get through this. I trust you."

I suddenly burst into tears and collapse. How can I ever forgive myself? 

A few hours pass, and I watch as Mikey lay sleeping in his sleeping bag. Slowly I slip out and go to find Will. I tell him what happened to Mikey and without another word he gathers some medical supplies and rushes home with me. By the time we reach the apartment, we see Mikey waking up. 

"Hey my man.." Will says rubbing Mikey's back. "Heard what happened and think I might be able to help. You see...I've had my own share of battle wounds and I think I might be able to help lessen the pain." He says trying to lighten the mood.

Mikey looks up at him and smiles. "I'm glad you're here." 

Without another word, Will removes Mikey's shirt and begins to stitch him up. Since we don't have any anesthesia to give Mikey, we give him a pillow to hold and bite down on. I try to distract him with no luck, and instead I sit down and watch as my brother endures something that I could very well have prevented.