Stay Together For The Kids - Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Hospital.

I should be feeling something. I should be crying, to be screaming, to be begging for her. But I'm not. I'm just numb.

Mum is staring at me from the seat next to me. The waiting room is a dull white and it doesn't help my thought process. It doesn't spark anything. It doesn't feel real.

The doctor walks out of the door I've been staring at for the better part of an hour.

"We need you to come identify for us." He says in a hushed tone to me. His look towards me is understanding, but I know he doesn't. This was one of those things you saw on the news but never wanted to think of the possibility of it happening to you.

I stand up, and mum grabs my wrist as I do.

She doesn't need to say anything, but I know what she is asking.

"I'll be fine." I say. My voice is flat and it should terrify me if how much I'm disconnected from it all right now, but it doesn't.

My body has gone into a silent prayer. My only thought right now is to just hope what I find on the other side of the door doesn't haunt me forever.

The door pushes open and I follow the man into the room.

The first thing that hits me is the smell. There is a stench of blood in the air that makes my stomach clench.

I turn my body, weary of what I will find from the source of the smell.

And I see Michael.

In a coat of blood. There are currently three doctors wiping him down right now, soaking up the blood from his stomach.

He doesn't look hurt, and he looks fine. Just, sleeping. My heart stops for a second. He isn't, is he?

Then I notice the beeping noise, and the machine wired to his body, and the more I focus the more I see his chest rising and falling ever so slowly.

He is just sleeping after all.

My mind suddenly has started working again.

Who's blood was that?

"Where's my daughter?" I snap to the doctor, turning quickly to him.

He looks taken aback.

"Ma'am, is this your husband?" He says softy.

"Where's my daughter?" I repeat, my voice sounding dangerous.

"I need you to confirm that this is Michael Clifford." He says, trying his hardest to use a soft tone with me.

"Yes, it's Michael. Now where's my daughter?" I yell. Tears have formed in my eyes and anger has taken over. But the anger only masks the fear I am really feeling.

In that moment I don't care about Michael. I don't care about his blood stained body or whether or not he will survive. I just want Ruby.

"Mummy?"

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My updates have become shorter and shorter but I swear I'll update again sometime today with a longer chapter.