Misfit

Mike kissed Drew's cheek.
"Imma go get your mother, let her come she her grand daughter." Mike muttered as he slowly left the room and found Mrs.McIntyre.
"You can go see your grand daughter." He tried to smile.

When his mother walked in tears were rolling down Drew's face.
"Baby what's wrong?" She cooed.
"Mike... he doesn't want the baby. I can tell. Because it's not his. He's upset..."
She sighed.
"It'll be okay Drew. You do what you want Mike will come around. She is too adorable. She'll grow on him."
"But mom, you never saw the guy. Those are his eyes exactly..."

Mike had went to the top floor of the hospital where it opens, he stood on top of the building and looked down at the streets and up at the sky. He sat on the edge of the building, not scared of falling, his cradled his head in his hands and tried to make himself want the baby for Drew.

Drew's mother held the baby as Drew cried.
The little girl tilted her head ever so slightly in concern for her mother. She reached out a tiny hand and touched a teardrop as it made its way down Drew's face. She blinked, looking shocked as the wetness appeared on her finger. Drew chuckled.

It began raining, thunder boomed and lighting lit up the sky. Now most every one knew Mike had Brontophobia or an Irrational fear of thunderstorms. He got up quickly as he heard the first loud clap of thunder but the door h had come out through was locked from the inside, Mike was trapped out side. He stood there, tears of fright pouring from his eyes as it began to rain. Hard.

Drew became very alert as soon as the thunder started. Well first, the baby burst into tears along with every child on this floor. Then Drew panicked. Mike was alone. Drew had no clue where he was. The doctors yelled at him when he tried to leave the room and look for him.
"Mom. Call Mike. Now." Drew insisted. She did as he asked.

Mike had left his phone in the car and he was to scared to stand and beat on the door. The wind had picked up, he was sure it would blow him off the building and the rain came down harder, it was so dark. Thunder rang in his ear as lightning light up the sky. Mike hugged his knees to his chest as he sat in a corner, pressed against the building.

"He's not answering." She sighed, snapping her phone shut.
"Please go look for him." He begged.
She stood, handed Drew the child, put on her jacket and walked out the door without another word.

The wind could cut you in half where Mike was, the rain came down side ways, hitting Mike like little bullets as he curled up and sobbed.

Mrs. McIntyre searched the entire building for Mike. She eventually asked around, asking if anyone had seen a teenage boy, with blue eyes and brown hair. Possibly crying. Someone said they'd seen a boy who fit that description going up on the roof. She thanked them and quickly found a door to the roof. She opened the door and took off her one shoe. She placed it in between the door and the frame as a doorstop.
"MIKE!" She screamed to be heard over the thunder.

Mike looked up, he had been huddled in corner with walls blocking him from all sides. He thought he had heard some one call him but the call him be taken off by the wind and rain. Mike put his head down and prayed.

She had a feeling he was up here. She just knew it. She began walking around the roof, getting drenched from head to toe by the rain. Finally she glimpsed him.
"MIKE!" She called louder.

Mike knew he heard something, he lifted his head and saw Mrs.McIntyre. He was so happy someone one had come to get him, he stood up quickly and the wind hit him, knocking him off balance, he stumbled and slipped off the roof, almost. His hand was hanging onto the ledge as he dangled there, holding on for dear life.

She darted over to his side. She was afraid of heights like Mike was afraid of thunderstorms. But she knew her son would never forgive her if she let Mike fall. She would hate herself. So she clenched her jaw and extended a hand to Mike. She didn't know if she was strong enough but she could try.

Mike looked at the hand that was extended to him. He was so scared but he couldn't, he would pull her off and they would both be gone. Drew would be alone with the child. Mike shook his head as the rain pelted him and the wind whipped him harshly.
"GO! ILL PULL YOU OFF JUST GO!" He yelled so her, maybe he could pull himself up or she could get more help.

"NO YOU WON'T! TAKE MY HAND MIKE!" She screamed reaching out yet again.

Mike refused, he would fall before he took her hand. He would drag her down too.
"GO GET MORE HELP! I AM NOT TAKING YOUR HAND, WE WILL BOTH FALL AND DREW WILL BE ALONE, GO!!!"

She ran off to get more help. She found a nice, muscular man who came up to the roof with her. She extended her hand back to Mike while the man held onto her waist to keep her from falling.

Mike reached up, his fingers almost reaching but they were too far. He was going to die.

"LOWER ME DOWN!" She shouted to the man. He nodded and held her down lower so she could grip Mike's hand firmly. She pulled as hard as she could but it wasn't getting anywhere.
"PULL! HURRY!" She felt Mike's hand beginning to slip from hers.

Mike was falling, his hand was slipping. His looked up with tears in his eyes but you couldn't see them, the rain mingled with them.
"TELL DREW I LOVE HIM!"
His hand slipped.

The man shoved Mrs. McIntyre out of the way and practically jumped off the edge, grabbing the young man's hand. He liked to play the hero and he couldn't let him die. One hand clutched the ledge firmly while the other held Mike. He was a fairly large man but this was hard even for him.
"GRAB ONTO MY FOOT!" He yelled.

Mike quickly as he was told, his leg go of the hand hand clung to the man's foot. The rain was going on, wind picking up.
Mike jumped as a loud clad of thunder was heard and lighten struck right beside them.
He left go of the foot for one second, slipped down, and was not hanging by nothing but four fingers.

The man cursed, he had to hurry. He quickly clawed his way back onto the building, dragging Mike along. When he reached the top he lifted Mike. He then slung the young boy over his shoulder, making sure he wouldn't slip again. He slung Drew's mother over the other and carried them back down into the hospital.

Mike was in shock. When that wore off he was a sobbing mess. They took him and gave him his own room so they could evaluate him.