Mikey isn't awake when they pull him out the cell. He isn't awake in the van, and he peaks open as he's transferred from one car to the other. But he still isn't fully conscious until three that afternoon. Gerard is beside him. Mikey is in bed, blood soaking the sheets, and in too much pain to focus. Every part of him is in pain, he feels like hell. And Gerard is obviously worried. He's on his phone when Mikey squeezes his eyes shut and curls up, crying out.

"Shit, Mikey, are you okay?"

Mikey doesn't reply, everything is threading through his mind and the pain is so /bad/ for a moment he wants to die. He feels like hell. He can't talk, he can't get the words out. Gerard immediately rushes to his feet and leaves the room yelling for Frank. Mikey tugs on his hair, anything to distract.

And in that moment, he knows nothing will be the same again.