One Thing Right -Sequel to The Best of Our Love(Colby Brock)

Chapter 29

-Brooke-

"It's that bad?" Kat questioned. I was sitting in the waiting room off the hospital. Colby was still with Mikey, he still hasn't woken up. 

I nodded sadly. "Yeah. I didn't realize how bad it was until this happened. If I had just...I don't know..."

"You did what you could, Brooke. You can't save everyone you know."

I rubbed my face. "Yeah."

"Keep me updated. I'm sure he's going to be okay."

"I know. Well, physically he'll be okay, but mentally...I don't know what to expect from here."

"Try not to stress about it, remember, focus on what you can control right now." 

I nodded. "Right. Focus on that."

"I love you, go see Mikey and let me know how he's doing."

"I will, thank you Kat."

"It's what I'm here for."

We hung up and I walked back to Mikey's room. Colby looked up from his phone and smiled at me. I sat beside him and leaned my head on his shoulder, looking at his phone.

"More poetry?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, I've been wanting to get back into it again."

"I love your poetry," I smiled at him. "You know your fans want to read some of your work."

He smiled a bit looking at his phone. "I've thought about releasing a book of it."

"I think you should, you're really good."

"Thanks, love," He chuckled and kissed my head. "Maybe I will."

"I know a publisher, I can convince her into publishing you."

He laughed. "Take it easy, I'm not diving into this right now."

"Fine," I sighed. 

"You're obsessing again," he commented. 

"And...?" 

He kissed my lips this time, and let it linger a moment. "Relax." His hand went to my lower stomach. "No need to stress."

As we talked quietly we heard movement from Mikey and both of our heads shot up. Mikey slowly turned his head as he took in his surroundings before he stopped to look at us. He had some color returning to his face and was looking more like himself. Well, a more depressed version of himself. 

"Brooke?" He questioned weakly. I stood up and got to his side, taking his hand in mine.

"Hello gorgeous," I greeted. He smiled at the nickname and looked at Colby as he approached.

"Hi Colbert," He greeted.

"Hey Mikey," Colby said softly. 

"So, wanna tell me how I ended up here?" Mikey asked, looking between us. 

"How about you explain why we found you almost dead by your pool," I glowered. He blinked once before sighing and leaning his head back against his pillow.

"Of course you were the one to find me," He mumbled.

"What the hell is going on Mikey?" I asked. "You've been so distant and unresponsive for weeks. Then suddenly I found you by your pool, reeking of alcohol, and almost dead. Can you please tell me what's going on now?"

He didn't answer.

"Mikey," I snapped, trying to get his attention. "The doctors are talking about referring you to their psychiatric unit. And sending you to rehab. You can either tell them what's going on, or you can tell me."