"Aye, Gallagher." Mickey walked into his bedroom, opening the curtains and cracking a window open to let in fresh air. He was holding a plate of chocolate chip pancakes and set them down on the bed next to the sleeping boy. "Ian, hey, man wake up…it's almost eleven…" Mickey spoke in a soft voice, taking his time as he moved the sheets down from Ian's face. Ian was pale and dark circles were formed under his eyes. It had been days since the Gallagher's and Milkovich's found out what had been going on with Ian, and Mickey was determined to get the Ginger out of bed. The Thug wanted to prove that their love was enough for Ian to get better.

Ian's eyes were open but were staring up at the ceiling. They showed no sign of attentiveness in them but Mickey reached forward and thumbed Ian's cheek gently. "I made pancakes….You need to eat… it's your favourite." Mickey tried his best to smile but seeing Ian like that made his heart break. "It's chocolate chip. Chocolate always makes you feel better." Ian didn't move one muscle. Mickey focused on Ian's chest rising and falling gently. "Com'on, a couple bites…please?" Mickey didn't mean for his voice to crack the way it did but he needed Ian more than he knew. Ian was supposed to be the strong one out of them. Mickey always loved how Ian was so put together and took care of everyone. Mickey wasn't used to having to take of someone.

Ian eye's shifted towards Mickey and he blinked a few times. He slowly licked his chapped lips and shook his head slightly. "I need to sleep." His voice is rough and raspy. "Go away, Mickey. I need to sleep." He tried to cover himself again with the sheets, but Mickey refused, stripping off the sheets completely onto the floor.

"No, fuck. You're gonna eat these damn pancakes I made you. A couple fuckin' bites so I know you got some food in your damn belly then I will leave you alone to goddamn sleep. Even though you've been sleeping for days, I will let you sleep even more. Jesus." Mickey huffed, pushing the plate closer to Ian.

The Ginger just stared at him, emotionless. He blinked a few times before he slowly moved his body up to sit against the backboard of the bed. When Mickey saw that he was getting up, he quickly moved closer to help sit him up. The Thug put a pillow behind Ian's back for more support. The younger boy cursed under his breath a couple times and his eyes drooped shut but he quickly opened them again.

"Shit." Mickey cursed back when he realized that Ian wouldn't be able to feed himself. Ian was so helpless. "Hey, don't worry. I'll help ya okay? I'll cut some small pieces and feed em' too you? Just let me know when you're full." He cut the pancakes into small pieces as he spoke and brought the fork up to Ian's mouth.

Ian opened his mouth and chewed slowly, staring at Mickey. The Thug had never fed anyone in his life and felt awkward about doing it. But Ian needed to eat. He waited for a couple minutes before he brought another forkful of breakfast to Ian's mouth. The Red Head took the fork into his mouth and again chewed slowly.

"It's good ya? I added extra chocolate chips in there for ya. I know you like em' sweet." Mickey played with the fork in his hand and felt relieved when Ian's lips tugged into a small convincing smile. "Need anythin' else man? Water? You must be thirsty…Hey, let me go get you some water okay?" Mickey helped Ian put another piece into his mouth before he got up to get water.

Mandy was sitting at the kitchen table talking to Svetlana. The Russian had her baby in her arms and both looked up when Mickey returned. "So?" The sister asked.

"He's eating. He needs water though." Mickey reached into a cupboard and took out a mug, filling it to the top with water from the sink. "He's talkin' a bit. Still looks tired, but I'm getting sugar in his body. So hopefully he'll have a bit more energy later." Mickey looked over at the two women around the table who were giving him an unconvinced looks. "The fuck you two starin' at me for?"

"Mickey…he's sick. He needs to see a doctor." Mandy said looking into her own pancakes.

"The boy see's doctor, gets the medication and then he better. Back to normal butt fucking." Lana rocked the baby in her arms. Mickey rolled his eyes.

"He just needs to get out of bed and he'll be okay!" he shot over his shoulder. "Alright, Firecrotch, got you some nice cold water. Should wake you right-" Mickey stopped in his tracks when he saw Ian lying in a pool of his blood. "Fuck!" Mickey dropped the mug of water and rushed over to Ian's side.

He had slit open his wrist with the knife Mickey used to cut the pancakes with. The cut was deep and blood was spilling out. Ian's eyes were closing again to sleep and Mickey was covering the wrists with his own hands. "Fuck! Mandy! Call 911!" Mickey choked out, avoiding looking Ian directly.

Mandy and Svetlana came rushing in a few seconds later, hands covering both their mouths and Mandy quickly left the room to call an ambulance. Mickey leaned over and grabbed a towel that was on the floor and tied it around Ian's wrist and pulled the body in closer to his to hug him. "Fuck. Ian." He was doing everything he could not to cry but a few tears left his eyes and fell on Ian's blood.

"Ambulance is on their way. I told them to hurry." Mandy rushed into the room, standing where Lana was. She quickly reached over to hold her hand in comfort and the baby started crying.

[*I haven't been adding onto my other story because I sort of lost my muse to it….so I started this one. I didn't mean for it to get so depressing. It sort of just happened. I'm curious to see where this will take me!*]