I'll do anything for you

Vic's P.O.V.

After I saw the way Mike was crying & freaking out about Tony, I realized how much he really does care about him. In fact....I think he might care about him more than anyone else. I don't know how this whole thing started. I know Mike doesn't know about Tony's depression though....I shouldn't even know about it...but Sharon wanted me to keep it secret. Mike & I were at the hospital waiting for someone to tell us something. I was worried but clearly not as worried as Mike was. He was off in the corner crying, non-stop. I really wish I could do something about it, but I can't do anything.

Mike got up & ran down the hall. I didn't have any idea where he was going, I followed him. He ran outside the hospital & I walked behind him.

"Mike, what are you doing?" I asked.

"I need an escape."

I knew exactly what he meant by that. Whenever he needed an 'escape' he would run for hours without stopping. For some reason that always seemed to calm him down. Mike turned away & started to run.

"Mike! What if we can see Tony?!" I yelled. Mike stopped & turned around. He started walking towards me.

"Can we?" He asked.

"Let's go ask." I replied.

We went back inside & asked the lady at the front desk. She told us we had to wait till' one of the doctors came out to tell us something.

"Bullshit!" Mike yelled, causing everyone in the room to look at him.

"Mike, calm down you-"

"No! What if he's fucking dead, Victor?! Then what?! You still want me to calm down?!" Mike was crying & shouting.

"Mike. Don't think that way..." I spoke. Mike was about to say something but a doctor came out & Mike ran up to him instead.

"Is Tony okay? How is he? Can we see him?" Mike asked the doctor.

"Tony lost a lot of blood. He's doing a lot better now then when he first arrived. Only family is allowed to see him."

"I'm his....b-brother..." Mike whispered.

"Alright then. Follow me. Oh, but I'm going to need to know how long he's been off his medication."

"Medication?" Mike asked.

"About four months." I answered. I only knew this because Sharon had told me so much.

"Victor, what's he talking about? How do you know?" Mike asked.

"I....he's..."

"Tony's depressed. That's not good for him to be off it for so long. I'll prescribe some more for him, is he taking therapy?" The doctor spoke. Mike just stayed quiet.

"Y-yea, we just moved here a few days ago so his mom hasn't found a new therapist for him yet." I answered. The doctor nodded his head & leaded us to Tony's room. Mike didn't say anything till' we got to the door.

"How long have you known about this? Why didn't you tell me?..." Mike sounded a little hurt.

"Sharon told me the day we first met...I promised I'd keep it secret though....she told me because she want's me to help him...I'm sorry I didn't say anything." I spoke.

"How long has he been...depressed?"

"Two years.." I replied.

"Um, boys. Only one person at a time." The doctor spoke up.

"You go, Mike." Mike nodded & headed in the door. I waited at the door & the doctor walked away. I got a call from my dad. He said he was on his way with Sharon. They were pretty far though, they had gone off shopping for new things for the house.

Notes

Thank god, Tony is okay ! :D cx

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