Michael

Emmett

"H-help.." Emmett struggled to get out of his mouth. He was laying on the ground next to a tree. Someone sat next to him.

It was dark. He couldn't make out the figure, but they were sobbing. Andy.

Emmett reached his hand out and touched his shoulder, "H-help, please."

Andy freaked out and stood up quickly. He picked up a shovel and continued to dig.

"N-nooo, please help," Emmett begged before blacking out again.

Andy hopped out of the shallow 'grave' and walked back over to Emmett. He sat next to him and stroked his cheek. He started to breakdown again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I didn't want to. I'm so sorry!" Andy shouted as he stood up.

He grabbed Emmett's feet and began to drag him towards his grave. Andy pulled him into the hole and sat next to him. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of Emmett.

He then texted the location and the picture to Mika. Andy jumped up and walked away. He couldn't go through with burying Emmett. And he hoped that they would find him in time

It was now 6AM. Mika and Michael were still at the hospital. Fitz and Ezra were at the house sleeping. Mika's phone still laid on the nightstand in his and Michael's room.

Emmett laid all alone in the woods. Cold. Damp. Barely conscious. He had lost too much blood. Soon he'd be slipping into a never ending sleep.

Mika and Michael checked out of the hospital at 11AM. Mika's mother had driven them home. They both tiredly walked into the house and flopped down onto the couch. Fitz and Ezra were still passed out of the couch.

"Try calling Andy, Mika. Please?" Michael asked Mika.

Mika nodded and made his way into his room to retrieve his phone. When he looked at it his mouth dropped open, "Michael! We need to go now! Fitz wake up!" Mika shouted as he ran back into the living room.

He began to shake Fitz awake, "what is your problem!" Fitz shouted half asleep.

"Emmett, Michael, he's alive!" Mika turned to Michael and showed him the picture.

Michael shot up. "Let's go."

The three of them jumped into the car and drive towards the address. When they arrived, they had to walk a mile before they would reach Emmett.

As they got closer Michael saw the shovel leaned against a tree. He began to run towards it. He soon stumbled upon the hole in the ground with his son laying in it.

Michael jumped into the hole and scooped up his son. He then placed him gently on the ground. Fitz ran over and searched for a pulse. He left his hands there for what seemed like forever.

A tear began to fall down his face as he looked up at Michael. Michael shook his head 'no' and began to search for a pulse himself.

"Michael," Mika said as he tried to pry Michael away from Emmett's lifeless body.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Michael shouted as he scooped up his son and began to walk back to the car.

They soon reached the car. Michael carefully placed Emmett on the back seat and then sat on the ground and finally broke down while Fitz called the police.

Mika sat in front of Michael, "Michael, I-"

"Don't, Mika. You said he was alive. You told me my son was alive. He's not Mika! He's dead! And it's all your fault. I should have never come to London."

"Michael, please.." Mika said as he began to cry.

"I wish that I never had met you. I hate you!" Michael placed his head in his hands and began to rock back and forth crying.

"Mika, give him some space," Fitz told Mika.

Mika got up and stormed off down the deserted road. He then dropped to the ground and broke down.

The police soon arrived with an ambulance. They questioned the three, took pictures of the scene, and soon drove off with Emmett's body.

The three of them piled back into the car silently, and drove off.