Gas Runs Thicker

By the time Mike arrived I was fairly sure I was about to be handcuffed and sent away inside. Which is honestly terrifying considering I don't like porridge. Vic was still sprawled out on the floor. He hasn't got a mark on his body. I could be a gangster. No! I can't think like that. My boyfriend - the man I love - could possibly be dead. That makes me a murderer. Or maybe he's in a coma - ha. Now isn't that ironic.
I heard someone open the door and walk up the stairs just as I was considering hiding the body. Joking. I think. Mike walked into the room and looked me up and down. His eyes widened and he scratched the back of his neck nervously. "You-" he stuttered. "Navi, you-"
"Yeah?" I asked.
"It's you." he stated plainly.
"I think so."
"How? You were in hospital! They said you'd never wake up." Mike rushed.
"I did."
"Obviously." he rolled his eyes.
"They said I'd never wake up?" I asked.
"I mean, yeah. Vic was . . . He was in bits. He felt so guilty."
"Why guilty?" I frowned.
"After what happened-"
"What happened? I can't remember any arguments."
"You know where is Vic?" Mike asked quickly. I narrowed my eyes at him but gestured to the other side of the bed on the floor.
Mike walked over and looked down at Vic and sighed. He got down onto his knees to look at him. He started touching his chest and put his head by Vic's. "Have I killed him?!" I asked anxiously. "Will he start to smell?! Do we need to bury him in the back yard?! Shall we wait until it goes dark?!" I rushed.
"He's breathing, genius. Although your willingness to bury my brother in his own back yard is refreshing if on the psychotic side."
"He's breathing?!" I asked excitedly.
"All your time in hospital and you didn't pick anything up."
"I was in a coma." I snapped.
"Really? I hadn't noticed." I rolled my eyes.
"You're still annoying."
"You're still a jerk." I retorted.
"This isn't right." He shook his head and stood up.
"Why?" I frowned.
"You've been gone for eleven years. You've been in a coma."
"I know." I looked down.
"I didn't mean that. I know it's not like you had a choice. But I can't just go back to how things were years ago. Anyone who can has something in it for them." Mike told me.
"Vic did."
"What?" he muttered.
"Vic and I are together. Just like before I was in hospital." I explained.
"Tell me you're joking?" He asked hopefully. When I didn't answer he sighed. "You really don't remember anything from before you went to sleep, Navi?"
"No." I admitted.
"You're still short." he buried his hands deep in his pockets.
"You're still tall." I smiled.
"Mike?" Vic asked. "Where's Navi? What did you say?" he rushed. I saw him sit up and look around. Then he saw he and sighed in relief.
"I said nothing. Neither did you. That's kind of he point." They exchanged a look and I looked between them, feeling completely confused. What was going on? "I'm going. If you get concussion call me." Mike eventually said and walked right out of the room.
"What did he mean?" I asked Vic.
"Nothing." he smiled back at me. "Now how about we go out together for something to eat. Really talk and get you up to speed."
"Okay." I smiled.
Vic got up and put his hand out for me. He took me downstairs and then outside. We went to his car and he started to drive. I didn't know where we were headed. Honestly it could have been anywhere. He could have been leading me to my death. I suppose it'd be better than what I've been used to.
We parked up outside a little place. Vic took me inside. I was expecting waiter service but I got nothing. Vic took me to a table right at the back away from everyone else. That really doesn't help with the leading me to my death theory I've got in my mind.
"I thought we could do with some time to just talk." Vic said.
"We couldn't have talked at home?" I asked.
"Somewhere where Mike can't find us."
"I don't get it." I frowned.
"Just a lot of stuff has happened with me and my band and I want to be the one who tells you." he explained.
"Oh, okay." I smiled. Just those few words seem to put me more at ease.
"Some things you'll be surprised by."
"You don't still get an allowance from your mom. Do you?" I asked.
"No, no! I promise." Vic laughed. "You know all those dreams I had? All those things I wanted to do with my life?"
"Yeah." I nodded. How could I forget? It was all he ever spoke about. I'm going to be this big huge rock star who won't have to worry about money or my parents losing the house or finding jeans to fit my little legs.
"They came right. Everything clicked for me."
"You mean you made it?" I asked. To sum up how I'm feeling right now I'd go with confused.
"Don't sound so surprised." he laughed.
"Are you like Madonna status?" I teased.
"Totally. Why do you think I still have the hair? I need a pony tail."
"That I'd love to see." I pulled a face. "So, before you tell me how cool and great you are do you want to drop any bombshells? If there anything bad you need to tell me?" I asked.
Vic didn't say anything. He looked at me for a while and smiled. He shook his head at me and took my hand. He squeezed my hand and looked at me in the eyes, the smile on his face slowly start to get bigger and bigger.
"Nothing. Not a thing, babe. I promise." he told me easily. But for some reason I didn't quite believe him.

Notes

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