Michael Part II

I'm Not Just Going to Leave Him

"Michael, go wake Ezra up. Dinners almost ready," mama said to Michael whom was busy staring into Mika's eyes.

Michael tried to move, but Mika had him pressed against the counter.

"Nope," Mika said grinning.

"As much as I wish we could stay like this..I'm really hungry..for food!" Michael pointed out trying to avoid any smart comments from Mika.

"Haha..you know me all too well love," Mika said before kissing Michael and allowing him to move.

Michael looked back at Mika smiling as he made his way to Ezra's room. Ezra was still passed out. Michael sat next to him and gently tried to wake him up.

"Come on Ez. Time for dinner," Michael said nudging his son. "Let's go. Up."

Michael continued to nudge Ezra, but he didn't move. He stood up and patted Ezra's face.

"Stop messing around Ez. Wake up!"

Mika walked in after a couple of minutes.

"Mika he's not waking up," Michael tried to say calmly as he continued to nudge Ezra and pat his face.

"Michael calm down," Mika said as he gently pushed Michael out of the way. "Ezra let's go. Get up," he said as he shook Ezra gently.

"Mika! What's wrong with him?!" Michael shouted drawing attention to the room.

Mama and Paloma walked into the room.

"What's going on?" Paloma asked looking at Michael whom was having a slight panic attack.

"He's not waking up. Call for an ambulance," Mika answered as he continued to try and wake Ezra up.

Michael sat on the floor and tried to catch his breathe.

"Michael come to the living room," mama said as she drug Michael out of the room.

"Mika, is that blood?" Paloma asked as she point to the pillow under Ezra's head.

Mika moved Ezra's head and saw all of the blood on the pillow.

"Get Fortune here. Now!" Mika said angrily.

Paloma exited the room and tried to call Fortune, but he wouldn't answer.

Michael walked back into the room. He was calm for a second until he saw the blood.

"What the hell!" Michael shouted as he grabbed the pillow. "If you're fucking brother hurt Ezra I'm-"

"Michael stop. We don't know what happened, so don't."

Michael sighed and sat next to Ezra. Ezra's hand started to twitch causing Michael to jump. Just as the ambulance arrived Ezra started to have a seizure.

Michael was a wreck in the car on the way to the hospital. He would go from being angry to upset. From crying to wanting to kill Fortune. Mika tried to calm him down, but it was pointless. Nothing was going to calm him down.

They sat in the waiting room with Paloma for an hour.

"Mr. Scott?" a doctor asked as he walked into the waiting room.

Michael stood up.

"You're son has a severe concussion. He's going to have to stay for a few days , so that we can monitor the swelling in his head. You can go in and see him, but he needs to get some rest," the doctor said before exiting.

"Ez!" Michael said as he ran over and hugged his son.

Ezra hugged him and then Paloma and Mika.

"What happened Ez?" Michael asked as he sat in the chair next to his bed.

"I don't remember. I remember you leaving the house, but the rest is a blur. What did Fortune say?" Ezra asked.

"He won't answer our calls. He said he was going to see a friend earlier, but never said anything. Just that you were sick," Mika answered.

Ezra sighed as he placed his head back onto the pillow.

"We'll stop by the apartment to see if he's there. Okay?" Michael asked as he stood up.

Ezra nodded and closed his eyes. Michael kissed his forehead before they left him to sleep.

Mika and Michael knocked on Fortunes apartment door for five minutes. They got tired of waiting, so Mika used his key to unlock the apartment. They stepped inside.

All of the lights were off. Mika struggled in search of the light switch, but eventually found it. They then took a few more steps into the kitchen area.

Mika placed the keys on the counter and sat down. He rubbed his eyes. Michael patted his back as he continued to search the apartment.

"Fortune?" Michael asked as he walked through the apartment.

He stood in front of his bedroom door and knocked. The door opened slightly on its own, so Michael walked in. He flipped on the light and found the room a mess.

"Mika?" Michael asked standing in the middle of the bedroom.

"Yea?" Mika replied as he walked into the room. "What the..."

They both stared at the trashed room. The window was smashed. Glass was shattered all over the floor. The bed was flipped over with the blankets and sheets twisted and everywhere. The nightstand laid on its side with the lamp shattered next to it on the floor.

"Is that?" Michael asked as he pointed to a needle on the floor.

"I hope not.." Mika answered as he walked over to it. He left it on the floor not wanting to touch it.

"Where is he?" Michael asked as he looked around the room again and stepped further in.

Mika glanced over to the closet that had its door slightly opened. He walked over to it and heard a faint noise.

"Fortune?" Mika asked as he stood in front of the closet door.

"Open it," Michael said as he stood next to Mika.

"You open it." Mika said as he took a step back.

"No, it sounds like there's a monster in there.." Michael said cracking a smile and stepping further back than Mika.

Mika rolled his eyes, "yea. That monster is probably...hopefully Fortune."

"He's you're brother," Michael said with a smile as he pushed Mika towards the closet.

Mika placed his hand on the door handle. He hesitated before opening it. And there sat Fortune.

He was sitting on a pile of clothes and shoes. His back was leaned against the wall. He kept swatting at the air and groaning.

"Turn it off," he said as he covered his eyes.

"Fortune..." Mika said as he knelt in front of his high brother. He looked at the marks on his arms and shook his head. "Come on. Let's get you back to the house."

Mika tried getting Fortune on his feet, but he just sat back in the closet.

"Michael help me," Mika asked as he tried to get Fortune up again.

"Maybe we should just leave him," Michael suggested.

"Leave him? He's my brother. He needs help. I'm not just going to leave him," Mika snapped.

Michael threw his hands up and exited the room refusing to help.

"Where are you going?!" Mika yelled.

"Making a sandwich," Michael yelled back from the kitchen.

"Make one for me?" Mika yelled cracking a slight smile.

Silence.

"Okay," Michael finally answered causing Mika to giggle.