Mike swings open the door pushing a wheelchair.. shit.

"Hey. I didn't know if you'd be asleep." He whispers.

"Well I'm not."

"Look I know you didn't want to tell me about the wheelchair but I just want you to understand that this isn't going to change us. Nothing ever could."

I shake my head but Mike sits down next to me and squeezes my hand.

"Everything is gonna be ok." He smiles.

Just as he's about to leave I call his name.

"Mike?"

"Yea?"

"Are you going home?"

He shakes his head abruptly.

"Everyone else has and I can't leave you. I'll be outside so just shout if you need me."

"You can sleep here if you like." I pat the bed beside me but I can't seem to move.

"Sorry I can't budge up." I laugh as he squeezes in beside me.

"That's okay." He chuckles and I rest my head on his shoulder.

I've just been discharged from the hospital. Things could be.. better. Mike is wheeling me out on my wheelchair although he doesn't know I've been practising and am capable myself.

"Mikeeeee."

"Yeahhhh."

"You know I can push myself?"

"I know but I just want to make sure you're okay. That's all."

"I think I can manage." I smile and begin wheeling myself to the door where my Aunt, Uncle and Max are waiting for me.

"Well I'll see you at school." Mike smiles. He kisses my cheek and i get drove home. I watch him as he waves but can't bring myself to wave back.

Mike hasn't been the same since I got my wheelchair. He hasn't kissed me like he used to or even hug me. He awkwardly bends down and pats me like I'm some old person and treats me like i am 3. Things just aren't the same...

I lie on my bed, my aunt has installed a ramp so I can get myself up and down whenever I please which is pretty handy. Things are also looking good, the doctors say in just a few more weeks I should be able to walk again with crutches and then eventually on my own.

Im just lying on my bed reading a comic when I hear rustling from my window, it's Mike.

"Hey." He awkwardly climbs into my room and stares at me.

"Uhm.. hey."

"I just wanted to see you." He plonks himself beside me and we just wait in a weird silence.

"Mike."

"Yeah."

"Why are you even here?"

"I don't know okay. It's just I don't know.."

"Well I feel like you haven't been treating me the same since everything happened, even though you said you would."

"Y/n.. cmon man!"

"Don't call me man!"

"What do you expect me to do?! It's just.. weird!"

I gasp in horror. I don't even know what to do. I can't just leave the room, and I can't just shove Mike out. I can't believe he'd say such a thing.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean that!" He tries to reason but luckily Max saves me.

"Mike? What are you doing here?" She asks as she enters with two bowls of ice cream.

"He was just leaving actually." I try to hold myself together as I watch Mike contemplate whether to leave through the window or the front door.

"The doors that way dork." Max laughs and he leaves uncertainly.

"Guess what!" I snap as soon as he leaves.

"Uh what?"

"Mike said I am weird because of my wheelchair! Is that true?"

"What an asshole! He's so rude!" Max yells and almost tosses the bowls through the air.

"Exactly my thoughts."

"Who would've thought he'd stoop so low!"

"Not me."

"Not me either! Well that's okay because who needs him. I've been telling you this all along."

"You're right. Maybe we should just break things off. What if something even worse happens to me? I bet he'd dump me straight away."

Max nods in agreement.

"I mean I literally would take a bullet for him! I've been in hospital before because of him and he doesn't even appreciate me!"

Just as Max was about to reply the phone rings. My phone is not reachable from my bed so Max gets it for me. I bet it's Mike. He's probably wallowing in self pity right now and has a big apology planned.

Max looks concerned.

"It's Eleven.."

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