I held Michael as he finally slept. He kept flinching and having like these mini panic attacks in his sleep. He clung onto me for dear life. I held his head, kissing his head. I couldn't sleep, I just wanted to hold my husband. Michael let out a deep breath then woke up again. "Sleep baby." I said. He shook his head no. "I-I can't." He said shakily. His body was so exhausted, I know he wanted to rest but whatever drugs were in his system weren't letting him sleep for long. It's 4am, "I love you." He told me randomly. "I love you too." I said tearful. "Even after this?" He asked like he didn't believe me. I nodded, "through sickness and in health. I love you no matter what." I said. "Do you want to get up and go to the house and pack some clothes?" I asked. He nodded.
I got him up and got myself dressed and we left. As we arrived to the house, I saw Michaels car was back at the house. I looked to Michael and he seemed really confused. "How'd that get back here?" He said scratching his head. "Wesley brought it back." I said getting out. As we got out we noticed dents and scrapes on the car. "Did I do that?" Michael asked sadly. "God damn it!" He shouted mad. "Hey it's okay. It's fixable. The car can be replaced." I said dragging him into the house. He stopped. "What?" I asked. "I have stuff in the car." He said. "Stuff? stuff you need to bring with you?" I asked confused. He shook his head. "Stuff." He stated again. "Drugs?" I asked. He nodded. To me, this was another sign he actually wanted help. He was telling me where it was. "Okay let's get your clothes together real quick and we'll leave." I said.
He followed me up stairs and did his best to help. But I could tell he was getting tired. He laid on the bed and finally slept again. I finished packing and we still had time before we had to leave. I crawled into bed with him. He was snoring, he was exhausted.
"Let's grab something to eat real quick." I said as we were making our drive to the rehab. He nodded, "I'm starving." He yawned. I grabbed his hand holding it as we drove. I had him covered in a blanket in the passenger seat, hopefully getting him to sleep a little more but he refused to go back to sleep. "I won't be mad if you leave me. I'd leave me." He said, beating himself up over everything. "God damn it Michael! I'm not fucking leaving!" I said losing my cool. "I'm here. Forever. Stop pushing me away!" I said getting upset. He nodded. "I love you and we're going to get through this. Together. I'm not leaving." I said taking a deep breath. He took a deep breath, "we're not going to have sex for 6 months." He sighed making me laugh. "Really Michael?" I laughed. He smiled softly. "I got a picture of you though so i guess that'll have to do." He said. "Oh my god," I giggled. "I want you to see a therapist while I'm gone." He said. "Okay." I agreed. "Usually when one addict has a set back the other one does too." He said softly. I nodded, "I'll see a therapist. Whatever you guys want me to do." I said. He nodded.
"I never thought McDonald would taste so good." He groaned. "When's the last time you ate?" I asked. "I honestly don't know." He said devouring the food. Neither of us like McDonalds but it's the only thing open. "Did I get fired?" He asked randomly. "You realize Will can't fire you, you own part of the company." I said. "True. Is will mad?" He asked. "No one is mad baby, we all are just scared for you." I spoke honestly.
We pulled up to the rehab and I knew that look on his face. The same look he had last time. He was scared of this. "Hey." I said to him. "You're so strong, you've got this." I said. He nodded. Dr. Taylor and Angel quickly met us outside, helping me get Michaels things. I helped Michael out of the car. He was still shaky and was starting to nod out. "Can I get him to his room. He's nodding out." I said. "Yeah, 34 is his room number." Angel said.
I quickly got him to the room and got him to bed. He was out again. I left him there getting his stuff. "How are you holding up?" Angel asked. "Better now that's he's here and safe." I said. We entered his room as he slept and I started to unpack his things. "We'll have to wait till he wakes up to sign the papers. Here's a couple I need you to sign." Dr. Taylor said handing me papers. "Dre." Michael groaned. "What baby?" I asked. He still had his eyes closed. "Come over here." He requested. I sat on his bed and he just wanted to be touching me. I read through the papers and signed them and by that time Michael was awake again. "Baby we need you to sign papers." I said helping him get situated.
