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michael didn't think about it twice. he was going to that hospital even if he had to drag himself there. he was grabbing the loose change from his drawers, his phone was shoved in his familiar jacket and he's making his way downstairs. he wasn't the best dressed at the moment, wearing some grey sweatpants and bright red shirt. not to mention his slides and the jacket. he was sure that lucas would probably vomit at the sight but he really didn't have time to waste. he didn't even bother making his hair manageable.

he's quiet down the stairs because his mom is finally home from work and holly is soundly sleeping. or at least he's trying. he can hear the television and he knows that his dad is wide awake. for once, mike's actually thankful.

in another circumstance, he would've walked to the hospital. probably taken the bus. but it's late and he can't miss this chance. he rushes to ted, whose watching whatever on the screen and he doesn't even know why he's asking. maybe it's because he misses a time where they didn't argue all the same or a time where he actually liked hanging out with him.

"hey dad. i need to borrow your car. is that cool?"

the voice doesn't register at first. at all.

"i'm sorry. what? you're talking with me?" ted questions and he's in genuine surprise. mike would rather swallow a tennis ball than talk to his dad. (or so he's heard him say.)

"yes, i am. dad, i really don't have time for this. i need your car." he pleads.

"are you in trouble?"

"no, i'm not -- god, dad. please the car."

"michael, i need to know." he's stern, standing up from the sofa.

"el's in the hospital and i have to go. please. i'll talk to you later. i promise."

he hesitates. and he's looking for any trace of snark. any type of attitude but there's nothing. nothing at all. maybe that's why he says yes.

"please call me when you get to the hospital."

"oh my god, thank you." he thanks and he's rushing to the kitchen counter.

he feels like he's lost so much time begging for the keys. he grabs them instantly and he doesn't catch how ted's now leaning on the wall. mike's caught up with having everything with him that he only hears his words once he opens the door.

"do you hate me, mike?"

that makes him freeze.

"i don't hate you, dad. i'm just... angry. but let's talk about this later."

with that he leaves.

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