Mick quickly snorted some lines of cocaine of the vanity and pulled on his jacket as he smoked a joint while putting on his sunglasses. The circumstances were awful, he felt bad for Christine being in hospital for what seemed to be a suicide attempt but he couldnt deny he was excited to see Stevie again and finally try to reconsile with her, without her he felt like his little light in his life was missing, he knew she had the key to his heart now and he wanted her back with him.
He hadn't really wanted more children because he felt like a bad father to Amy and Lucy with all the touring and the extremely odd schedules but he couldn't stop his mind wondering about his child with Stevie, he hoped her and the baby were alright and thoughts flickered through his mind thinking how cute the baby would be if it took after Stevie, he couldn't help smiling at the thought.
He soon left the hotel in his car, calling into the hospital first and finding Christine's room. After talking to the staff and getting her room number, he found her room. She was laying in a bed with a bandage around her wrist and hand and she was hooked up to an IV asleep. John was sat beside her, holding her uninjured hand and it was obvious he had been crying "How is she?" Mick asked entering the room with bagfulls of clothes and bathroom supplies for them.
"She needed some stitches, she lost a fair amount of blood because it nicked one of her main veins! I cant believe my wife tried to kill herself, why Mick, why!" John cried more, shaking his head "It must be my fault, I broke her heart, she's here because of me!"
"Johnny!" Mick cooed and quickly went and hugged his friend "Its not your fault!"
"Yes it is, why else would she be so upset to do this, its my fault, I fucking hate myself!" John exclaimed and Mick couldn't stand to see his best mate blame himself.
He gulped and decided to tell the truth "It's my fault John, so don't blame yourself!" Mick stuttered and John looked up.
"What, how can it be, don't bullshit to try to make me feel better!" John sighed.
"Christine and I got pissed and high a few weeks ago, tried some pills from Lindsey and we fucked. Now she is worried I knocked her up and she knows I was shagging Stevie too, its my mess and I feel fucking awful about it, so punch my lights out if you want, I fucking deserve it, but Chrissy loves you, you were all she rambled about the night we did it!" Mick sighed heavily and looked away at the white wall, feeling like he just beared his soul, but him and John had always told eachother everything and he didn't want John to blame himself.
John stood up "You fucked my wife and knocked her up!" He asked angrily and shocked.
"I fucked her, unsafely, we both regretted us and weren't thinking at all! I could barely recall it the next day! Stevie caught us though, now she is in rehab because she is pregnant to me and wants the baby, its a mess because I love her and couldn't keep my drunken tusk in my pants!" Mick explained running his hand through his hair and feeling like a complete asshole.
John shook his head and crossed his arms, begging to pace the room "Was it love, lust, what?"
"It was friends John, two heartbroken, very high friends, nothing more!" Mick sighed heavily "I feel like she tried to kill herself because she regrets it so much!"
"Who did, where am I?" Christine suddenly exclaimed, beginning to panic as she glanced around.
"Babe, calm, you are in hospital!" John soothed, hastily rushing to her side and grabbing her hand.
She looked at him confused and then tried to recollect the night "Did I overdose?" She asked confused.
"You tried to kill yourself over me, your wrist was slit!" Mick exclaimed and walked closer "I am sorry Chrissy!"
She looked even more confused at them but then remembered and started laughing "You dumb fuck, I smashed a glass, as if I would try to kill myself, I'd rather kill you for knocking up my best friend!" She exclaimed and then glared at Mick.
