Glancing up from his food, Ian saw Mickey staring back at the medication. Like it was the solution to all of their problems. And maybe it was, but he wasnāt sure he even wanted to try. Didnāt want to know what it was going to do for him. Never mind that the doctors seemed to think it would fix him. Mickey and Fiona seemed to, as well.
He sat there for longer than he probably should have, going back and forth. āAlright, Iāll take it.ā He finally said, holding out a hand. āJust.. give me whatever Iām supposed to take.ā
He wouldnāt do this for anyone but Mickey. Mickey, who had watched him and taken care of him, stuck with him despite everything that had already happened.
Ian hadnāt gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnāt see it. Sheād called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heād be lying if he said he wasnāt upset over it.
Heād stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heād fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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āIan, what you and I have makes me f r e e.ā
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Ian was all too happy to oblige; beginning to eat the food Mickey had brought for him. It was like when he started eating, he realized how hungry he actually was.
Out the corner of his eye, Ian saw the medication bottle but didnāt acknowledge it, wanting to put off taking it if he could. Maybe if he didnāt bring it up, Mickey wouldnāt either. Because the only reason Ian was even considering taking it was for Mickey.
āWhere we going to look for houses?ā He asked in between bites. āWe still gotta be close enough to my house that I can easily come by and help.ā He thought aloud.
Ian hadnāt gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnāt see it. Sheād called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heād be lying if he said he wasnāt upset over it.
Heād stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heād fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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Ian couldnāt help but laugh at Mickeyās comments. The way Mickey talked about cooking made Ian wonder if heād ever even done it before.
āIs this your first time cooking, Mick?ā He asked, reaching over to grab a piece of bacon for himself. Even if it wasnāt his first time, it was still extremely thoughtful for Mickey to do what he had. There was no reason he had to make Ian breakfast, but he did it.
Ian began eating some of the pancakes, tilting his head against Mickeyās. āEither way, youāre a damn good cook.ā
Ian hadnāt gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnāt see it. Sheād called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heād be lying if he said he wasnāt upset over it.
Heād stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heād fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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Seeing the plate of food and orange juice, Ian couldnāt help but smile as he pushed himself up, looking between the food and Mickey. āWhat is this, hotel room service?ā He leaned over to kiss his boyfriendās cheek, in awe of him. āGod, Mick. I fucking love you.ā
Ian fully sat up, pulling his legs in to cross them. The food actually smelled amazing. āWhat are you, a chef now?ā He leaned over for a kiss, slipping one arm around Mickeyās back. āThis for me?ā
Ian hadnāt gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnāt see it. Sheād called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heād be lying if he said he wasnāt upset over it.
Heād stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heād fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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Ian was quick to crawl beneath the covers and curl in close to Mickeyās side, taking in a heavy breath of his scent. It always comforted him.
Once heād closed his eyes, it wasnāt long before Ian was fast asleep, his hand rested on Mickeyās chest.
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Ian opened his eyes, unsure of what time it was the next day when he woke, seeing the sun peeking through the curtains.
Stirring, Ian reached up to wipe his hair from his face, lifting his arms above his head to stretch, rolling over to face Mickey.
Ian hadnāt gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnāt see it. Sheād called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heād be lying if he said he wasnāt upset over it.
Heād stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heād fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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Ian couldnāt help but laugh about the comment Mickey made about the hot tub. That actually sounded so nice, and thinking about having sex with Mickey in it just made it sound ten times better.
He was happy to keep hold of Mickeyās hand. The fact that Mickey kept him so close made him feel better aboutā¦ everything. Everything that had happened, or everything that would happen.
He didnāt want to hurt Mickey and seeing the hurt look on Mickeyās face when heād brought up not taking the medication was enough for Ian to at least be willing to try.
When they got back to the house it was quiet, so Ian assumed everyone was asleep. He was quiet to close the door, tugging Mickey in gently behind him.
Ian hadnāt gotten out of bed after being sent home from his EMT job the afternoon before. Rita had given him no choice but to go home, insisting that he was spiraling, despite the fact that he didnāt see it. Sheād called Fiona to come pick him up without even warning him first. It was hurtful, embarrassing and heād be lying if he said he wasnāt upset over it.
Heād stayed in bed since he got home, only bothering to roll over to get a cigarette from the bedside table a couple of times through the afternoon. Eventually, heād fallen asleep.
When he finally woke up, he rolled over to look at his phone and check the time. 9 AM. Setting his phone down, he turned his head to see Mickey rolled the other direction. Assuming he was asleep, Ian laid his head back down, folding his hands over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling.
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