The Monkees Part 2

Chapter 8

Mike put his hands up in defeat. His knuckles on his left hand were bruised and  bleeding. "Sorry fellas. I can't take this anymore. I can't take any more running around. I am so tempted to kill every single one of our enemies so they will leave us alone!"

"Take it easy. No one is killing anyone. Not even you Mike. Stay calm and we will get through this. Right now, you are stressed out." Micky said trying to calm his friend down.

"Of course I'm stressed! We can't go on running from guys who are trying to kill us!" Mike realized he was raising his voice at his friends and he lowered it a bit trying to calm himself down. "Sorry guys. I didn't mean to raise my voice."

"Its alright Mike. We understand you're frustration. We are frustrated too." Davy said patting Mike on the shoulder.

Mike was now sitting on the arm of the couch trying to come up with a solution. He came up with nothing though. Mike put his head in his hands and let out a soft groan.

"Look, we have beat these guys before. We can do it again. Nothing in this world can beat us. We have a pretty darn good friendship that no one can break. Not even people trying to kill us. We have always been strong with each other by our sides ready to help." Peter spoke up.

"Petah's right. When no one came looking for one of us when we went missing, the rest of us did. And we didn't give up because we still had hope. We had hope that our friends were alive and well. We may have walked out of being killed multiple times, or" Davy pointed over to Micky. "having a bomb strapped to our chest, we still walked out alive. The most we were hurt was having a broken wrist and a couple bruises."

When Mike heard Davy mention about the broken wrist, he couldn't help but rub his wrist. It had a brace on still trying to heal from what happened. Mike was able to take it off in another few weeks or so but to him, it seemed like a very long time before he could take off that brace.

Mike just listened to the words of his friends. He knew it was going to be okay. Nothing bad could ever happen to the quartet. As Davy said, the most that they were hurt was having a broken wrist and a few bruises on their faces but that was it.

"We need to take this one step at a time." Micky spoke up as he stood from the couch.

Mike just kept quiet while he listened to everyone else speaking. He didn't want to raise his voice again and he was afraid that would happen if he spoke up so he kept quiet.

"Got anything to add Mike?" Davy asked curious as to why Mike stayed silent.

"No. I got nothin'." Mike said still trying to keep quiet. He didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings when he spoke. He needed to ride out the anger he was feeling and the best way to do that is for him to keep silent so he didn't say anything that could hurt anyone.

Mike took another glance at his left hand that he had punched through the wall. Then he looked at the huge hole his fist created. He began to feel a bit bad about that but he couldn't help it. He needed to let off some of his steam.

"Hey Mike, why don't you get that hand taken care of."

"Its fine Micky. Its just bruised a little." Mike said trying to avoid eye contact because of how bad he felt showing off his anger.

"Yeah you failed to mention that its still bleeding. Peter, go fetch the first aid kit for Mike so he can deal with his hand."

Peter got up from his seat and walked over to the kitchen and pulled out the first aid kit and brought it over to Mike and handed it to him. "Here ya go Mike."

"I honestly don't need that Pete."

"Mike, don't make me come over there and treat you like you're five." Micky said as he was standing up and he pointed his finger at Mike.

Mike rolled his eyes. He had managed to calm down a bit. Which is just what he needed too. Now, his friends are trying to get him to take care of his hand. It doesn't even hurt anymore. It stopped hurting about 10 minutes ago.

Mike reluctantly took the kit and as he was fixing up his hand everyone else continued to come up with ideas.

"Okay. Back to the conversation, As I said, we need to take this one step at a time." Micky said reminding the others what he said.

Mike put some alcohol on his knuckles which all of a sudden began to burn pretty bad. Now he wished he never took the kit from Peter.

"Hurt much?" Davy said.

"No not at all." Mike said trying to hide the pain he was in. His voice was a bit high pitched due to the pain he was feeling.

The pain finally receded and he took a deep breath and continued to fix up his hand and to stop the bleeding.