TW: Mention of blood and injury, fights and stitches, reference to abusive parents and... truma?
  (Jeremy's POV)

     It was a little more then concerning to wake up a large thump accompanied by heavy and panicked breathing and small sobs. I sat up, still half asleep and tried to get up more.

    "Di-did-d I wake-wake yo-ou up? I'm sorry-sorry! I c-can-n g-o!" Michael studdered. My eyes shot open to see a very beat up looking Michael. (Isn't he just precious?) That woke me up. I shot off the bed and was next to Michael in seconds.

    "What happened Michael?" I asked him as I helped him up and sat him on the bed.

   "C-connor- Evan ca-came do-own- la-later." Michael stammered as I helped him control his breathing some.

    "Ok, that's fine mike." I replied gently. "I'm gonna take off your shirt so I can cheek your injuries alright, it that ok?" I asked him.

    "Y-yes." He said back with a sniff. I nodded softly and inched off Michael's shirt so he knew what I was doing and didnt panic more. Once it was off I saw a lot of shit.

    He had bruises everywhere. And I'm going to describe his face cuss it didn't do it earlier. He had a cut below his eye, his glasses were broken and the pieces of glass were in places of his face. Then I noticed.

    There was a huge stab in his arm.

    "Holy shit!" I exclaimed.

    "What?" Michael asked he followed my eyes and saw his arm. "Shit.." he muttered as I rushed to the door.

     "Mom! Dad! Get the car ready! We're going to the hospital!" I yelled getting Michael up off the bed.

    "What!? Why?" Mom yelled back.

    "I don't know what happened but Michael has a huge stab in his arm!" I fumed getting quieter as I got closer. Conmor and Jared were laying on the floor Evan was crying. I sighed.

    "Well Com'on I'm sure-" dad started I cut him off.

    "No dad it is necessary." I said blankly taking Michael outside, dad always tries to avoid making a deal out of things. We got to the car despite Michael and dad continously saying we didn't need to go to the hospital. Me and mom kept saying we do. Mom gave Michael a old shirt for the blood and an extra just in case while dad woke up Connor and Jared, along with getting Evan out here.

     "Ok what happened?" I asked again. Michael opened his mouth to try and explain I put my finger over his lips.

     "I don't know. I came downstairs and they were fighting." Mom replied. I sighed. "You could have Michael explan?" She offered. I looked at Michael he was still shaking slightly, looked like he was about to start crying again. I rolled my lip between my teeth in thought.

    "No, I'll find out later." I replied rubbing Michael back as a couple of tears ran down his face. "Its okay Micha." I whispered softly leaning in to his ear. He turned to me some and nuzzled into my neck sinking down in the seat to do so. I sighed and ran my fingers trough his hair and made sure he was keeping control of the cut.

    Connor, Evan, and Jared came outside Evan looked panicked and guilty Jared looks pissed and guilty Connor looked ready to kill. Jared and Evan got in the back while connor got next to me and dad got in the front. He looked at Michael and laughed. This bitch laughed.

    "We fucked him up good!" Connor said looking back at Jared. Jared looked down muttering a "stop Connor"

   "What do you mean? what happened?" I Asked.

    "Jer please don't." Michael begged.

     "Your previous Mikey kissed Evan." Connor said casually.

    "I didn't!" Michael argued. Connor rolled his eyes.

     "All that pinning to fall out of love with him hmmmm~" Connor teased.

    "No I kissed him!" Evan blurted. The car went silent. The sound that broke it was a sob from Michael. Evan's sob followed after and soon everyone but mom, dad, and me were crying. I focused on michael and managed to calm him down but he was still shaking and the pain in his arm seemed to be getting to him as the adrenaline left.

     We got to the Patients Frist clinic and walked Michael in. We talked with the workers on what happened filled out information. Michael and the girls there fangirled about suddenly Seymour. It was super cute to watch and Michael was oddly happy for someone who had a stab wound.

     We went back and they took Michael's weight and hight and all that shit. Connor, Evan, and Jared came back with us and Connor kept making fun of Michael for his weight so we all collectively kicked him to the waiting room. The nurse lead us to the room where he was gonna get stitches and we all sat there for a bit till.

    "Ok um so I'm shit at apologizing so, um I don't know sorry?" Jared stammered gilutily. Michael smiled a small bit.

     "Its, ok.... I mean if you or Connor would've-" I cut off Michael.

    "You would've cried and after you calmed down tried to see what happened then find put who to blame. And even then you would've just ignored whoever was in the worng for a couple of days." I stated. Michael looked up at me with a pout I giggled.

    "Yeah, Michael I dont know or care what you were about to say cuss Jeremy's right." Jared agreed.

    "You guys are mean...." Michael mumbled unhappily, causing me to giggle.

    A nurse came into the room and did some cleaning that got the cut to stop bleeding and after a bit an actual doctor came into the room. She said her name was Dr.Annie amd that she was gonna be the only doctor we were gonna see. She also introduced her nurse who's name was Mrs.Wyberakie. the doctor then got out a huge needle witch caused ME not Michael, ME to almost faint. Michael laughed and Jared put a hand on my back to steady me.

     "Ok, so this is just the numbing, it shouldn't hurt a lotttt, but if it does hurt tell me and I'll try to be more carefull."the doctor explained and Michael nodded. I knew he wasn't gonna say anything even if it did hurt. That was how he was, but the whole time he showed no pain. Only a little discomfort witch is rational having someone put a needle in your open wound and SQUIRTING shit into it.

     After she got out the needle and started getting it ready.

    "You ever gotten stitches before?" She asked. Michael thought about it for a second.

     "Yeah a lot if times actually...." Michael muttered anything past 'Yeah'. We had both gotten stitches before, Michael for his dad a couple of times and then the rest was from people ganging up on us. I mean Michael and I fell out if a tree once and I got cut on my arm he got his knee pretty bad. But otherwise it was all other people. Me and Michael have a lot of scares, though I like Michael's scares, it's how I know its Michael without opening my eyes, I just run my hands over the skin and feel the scars.

    "Oh! Why?" Dr.Annie asked.

    "A lot of resons...." Michael replied. "Dont wanna talk about it."

    Dr.Annie nodded in understanding and after getting and watching people get stitches so many times I still am not used to it. I basically acted like I was distracting Michael the whole time even though I was distracting myself.

    "Ok! All done! Dont move this arm much you can take the stitches out in two weeks." Dr.Annie told us she said not to put a shirt in till at least tomorrow but she would prefer we wait an day, we had to keep it wrapped up a day and she added to not put it under water we got antibiotics so it didnt get infected and we were off. Michael was noticeably uncomfortable with his shirt off but didnt say anything.

     We drove home, it was completely silent the whole time, no one dared to say a word. I just sat with Michael as he tried to hide his stomach.

     We made it home. And I took michael upstairs to lay down and cuddle. Michael stopped me only to go raid the fringe for any drink/food possible. We got Michaels old pair of glasses cuss both his usual and spare pair had been broken by Connor. And so.....

     With a stash of food we went into lockdown.

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AN: I'm sorry Connor I'm sorry Connor- I'msorryConnorI'msorryConnor I'msorryConnor-
There, please don't kill me-
It gets better... the worse...
Then so much worse-

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