You'll be okay

I woke up in a hospital bed and Tony was in the room with me. He was sleeping with his legs propped up on the chair next to him. His head leaned back on the wall and he was facing me with phone in hand. I found the closest object to me and threw it at him. He jolted awake and rushed to the bed. "Oh my god, I thought I lost you." He kissed my forehead and sat on the edge of the bed, trying his best not to move my weak body around. "How long have I been out?", I asked. "Only three days.", he replied. He said it as if it were nothing. As if it could have only been hours instead of days. His hair was messy in a few places. He had dark circles around his eyes due to lack of sleep. He looked like a complete wreck. "Where's Mike? I wanna apologize for my pissy mood." He looked at me for a few seconds and put his head down.
"He's at a rehab center slash mental facility. After you left and I chased after you, he slit his wrists and tried to hang himself. Your dad found him with blood all over him and he was in the middle of tying the noose.", he said. Oh my god. Mike tried to kill himself because of me. I began to cry and laid back down in the bed, soaking the pillow with my tears. Tony rubbed my back and said that everything will be okay. I hate it when people say that to me. They say it when they know it won't be okay. I'm just hoping that Mike is okay, though. God only knows what will happen after they release him.
Mike's POV
They put me in a room with a roommate. A roommate that I kinda don't want, but I kinda do. He has lots of tattoos, which are covering up self harm scars. He has this dark brown hair that seemed almost black. His eyes were brown and he was, dare I say.......cute. Did I mention I was gay and that I might have a serious boner right now? He stared at me for what seemed like forever, and then he held out his hand for me to shake. "Hello, my name's Oliver Sykes, but you can call me Oli. Everybody else in this hell hole does." He held onto my hand a little longer than expected. He just smiled and made room for me to sit next to him. Sadly, there wasn't a second bed in the room, and the floor was really nasty, so I guess I was just gonna have to sleep next to him tonight. We talked for hours and we told each other why we're here. Apparently, Oliver is a drug addict, and he wants to get sobered up and clean before his band's album release. When I told him my reason, he tsked at me and shook his head. "Don't do that to yourself. Don't blame yourself for stupid little things. I did that and look where it got me.", he said. I looked down at the grimey floor, and to my surprise, he kissed my cheek. "Come on, Mike. Lunchtime.", he said. I got up and followed him to the cafeteria. We got our food and sat down. "Why did you kiss me?", I asked. He looked at me and blushed a little, but quickly shook it away. "Maybe it's because I really like you, and I was hoping you felt the same way." He looked at me with his big brown eyes, and it reminded me of the way I used to look at Vic when we were kids. I looked at Vic that way when I wanted something really badly. Maybe Oliver might be telling the truth. Maybe he really does want me. I got up from my chair and led him back to our room. We talked a little bit more and eventually fell asleep. I didn't feel like I should be falling for him just yet. I just met him and now's not the time to fuck him. I really like him, but I wanna know him a little more.
*Vic's POV*
I woke up next to my bandmates and my daughter. I'm really hoping that Delilah and Tony get together. She says that she doesn't have time for relationships because of the constant touring and moving around. She says the schedule is really complicated and that she doesn't have time to really do anything for herself. Maybe if she and Tony get together, she won't have to worry about it. I want her to be happy. I didn't want to have to worry about all that, so I just got together with Jaime. We've been together since Delilah was around ten years old. She doesn't know yet, but we'll tell her sooner or later. I'm not sure if I could have the guts to tell my daughter that her dad is gay and has been since he was seventeen. I love Jaime and Delilah with all my heart. My band and my daughter are all that matter to me.
I rolled off the bed and onto the floor. I guess Jaime heard the thud, because two seconds later, he was right next to me, staring intently at my bare upper body. "Morning, babe.", he said.
"Morning.", I sleepily replied. He moved a little closer and kissed my cheek. "Wanna go get some breakfast?", he asked. "Of course I want to get breakfast. I'd love to get fat with you guys.", I said. He chuckled and we stood up. He cupped my cheek and pulled me close to where there wasn't any space between us. I looked into his beautiful eyes and pushed him to the wall. I crashed our lips together and our tongues fought for dominance. He was so close to winning, but I immediately shoved his tongue to the back of his throat with my own. He choked a little, but kept on going. He slid his hands into my boxers, putting his hand around my growing errection. He pumped faster and faster until I came all over his hand. He pulled away, trying to catch his breath. "Damn, Fuentes. That is the very reason I fell in love with you." We hadn't noticed Mike was awake until he walked past us saying, "Damn, son. If you two were lesbians, I would've made some popcorn." We laughed and put on some skinny jeans and headed downstairs. "We're going to get some breakfast to bring back, OK?", I said. "You two already had your breakfast.", Mike said sarcastically. If he weren't my little brother, I'd hurt him right now.
We were on our way to McDonalds, where the line to the drive-thru was beginning to extend onto the street. We went in anyways, hoping we wouldn't die trying to squeeze in. It was half an hour before we were able to get any food, and rush hour traffic was starting. My phone buzzed in my pocket, so I answered to Tony's Star Wars ringtone. "Sup, turtle?"
"You n-need to get to the h-hospital, right now."
"Why? What happened?"
"Delilah f-fell in a ditch, and a b-beer bottle cut her stomach up pretty badly." He was crying to the point of not being able to breathe. I was in shock as he explained everything that happened after we left. I was shocked not only to hear that Tony loved Delilah, but also to hear that my daughter was yet again in the hospital. I put on my emergency turn signals and sped past the cars to go pick up Mike and drive to the hospital.
We pulled up in the driveway and I opened the car door and ran inside the house. I looked around calling for Mike, but he wouldn't answer. I looked in the kitchen and saw blood in the sink. There was a bloody trail leading from there into the bathroom. Oh god, what the hell did he do? I opened up the bathroom door and saw Mike tying up a noose that hung from the light fixture. He had cuts on his arms with blood dripping from his elbows. He had tear streaks running down his face. He tried to commit suicide. Of all the times he's done something stupid, this takes the cake. He looked at me with fear in his eyes. "I'm sorry. Oh my god, I'm so fucking sorry." He balled up in the corner and proceeded to cry even more. I didn't know what to do.
"I'm gonna get you some help, Mikey. Everything will be okay, I promise." I started to cry and he just nodded in response.

Notes

Of course I listened to Pierce The Veil while writing this chapter. What am I, a weirdo?