“Hey,” Mickey said quietly as he entered your room. He had been avoiding you since you got released from the mental hospital. It wasn’t until Debbie showed up and shouted at him that he got his act together and fully realised you needed him.

He spoke again when he saw your eyes open. “Sorry I’m late”

He hated seeing you like this, hated knowing you were miserable, flushing your meds. He just wanted you to be happy. With him.