Michael

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Mika slammed the front door and stormed to his bedroom ignoring the questioning looks from everyone in the living room. He threw Michael's suitcases on the bed and began to furiously throw Michael's things in with tears flowing down his face.

Paloma entered the room and questioned her brother, "Mika? What happened? Did he say no?"

"Nope. I never asked him. He told me he had cancer and I didn't react right," Mika answered as he continued to throw Michael's things in the suitcases.

"Where's Michael?" Paloma asked as she walked closer to her brother.

Mika shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed, "I don't know. He took off after we got into an argument." Mika slid off of the bed and sat on the floor with his head buried into his hands. "He said we were over. He left. He left me."

"Mika..I'm sure he didn't mean it. Call him. Apologize and make it right."

Mika nodded his head and pulled out his phone. Paloma left him alone and shut the door. The phone rang once and then went to voicemail. He tried again. And again.

Mika started to hyperventilate. He tried again. No answer. Once more, no answer.

He stood up and raced out of the house. He drove off in a hurry with no destination. He drove, drove, and drove, ignoring phone calls from his worried sisters.

Mika's eyes became more and more blurry from the tears. He went to wipe his eyes when he suddenly hit something, making him come to an immediate stop.

Mika sat in the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel. He took a deep breathe before exiting his car. There were no other cars in street. It was 11PM on a Wednesday.

He cautiously walked to the front of his car and stared at the dark figure that laid ten feet in front of him. There was no movement. He slowly approached the body and soon realized who it was.

Mika fell to his knees. He continued to stare at Michael's motionless body on the pavement. He crawled over to him and slowly turned him to his back.

The side of Michael's face was covered in blood. Mika touched his cheek and broke down, "I'm sorry Michael. I'm so sorry," he cried out.

Mika cried for thirty minutes over Michael until a car approached. They called the police and for an ambulance. Mika had to be pulled away from Michael. He just continued to cry as he was placed into the backseat of the cop car.

Paloma, Ezra, Fitz, and Fortune raced to the hospital when they got the phone call about Michael. They were in the waiting room for two hours before they heard any news on Michael.

"Michael Scott?" A man in scrubs said as he entered the waiting room.

Ezra stood up and the doctor approached him, "is he okay?"

"Yes, he is. He suffered some internal bleeding and has a serious head injury. And as of right now he is in a coma," the doctor answered.

Ezra sat back down. His face went pale. Fortune rubbed his back as he fought back tears.

"You can go see him if you'd like. He's on floor three, room 316. He's lucky to be alive," the doctor finished before walking off.

"Lets go Ezra," Fortune said as he helped Ezra up and guided him towards the elevator.

They sat with Michael for an hour before heading home. The drive back was silent, other than Ezra crying.

Mika's mother went to the police station to try to get Mika out, but he told her to leave him. He didn't want to. He said he deserved to rot in jail.