What Next?

Zack stood and pulled Mike's ice cold hands away from his face.
"Look at me." He locked his eyes with Mike's teary piercing blue ones. "Why are you crying?"

Mike was silent as he squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away. He was Mike Mizanin, he did not cry and he did not take orders, nor did he get sacred of what people would think.
The why was he crying?
Why was he tempted to do what Zack said?
Why in the fuck was he afraid of telling Zack why he was cry?

"Mike, please." Zack whispered and turned Mike's head back to face him.

"D-Damn you..." Mike whimpered as he pulled his head away.
"Th-this is all your fault, you made me c-cry..." Mike's voice wavered and cracked as he whispered this.

"Mike, how did I make you cry. You said yourself, you don't love me. What did I do?" Zack asked softly.

"Y-You fucking made me love you, you ass! And then you send that fucking bitch to tell me hoe b-bad I treat you a-and rub it in my face that y-you would rather be with her!" Mike jerked away from Zack. He would never live this down.

"Mike..." Zack tried to push aside the fact that Mike just said he loved him. "I never said that. I don't know what Rosa said to you but all I asked her to do was hit Maryse for me."

"You fucker k-knew I was over there! W-What was I supposed to d-do! Let that bitch come in M-Maryse's room and beat her up while I-I was there to help! You f-fucking wanted this! Y-You were t-trying to hurt m-me!" Mike sobbed, he was between pissed and broken, not a good mix.

"I was not trying to do this Mike! Excuse me for being a bit jealous that that whore was trying to take you!" Zack exclaimed. "And you fucking let her..." He sighed.

Mike pushed him away and another sob tore from his throat.
"I-I didn't do anything! I m-moved some b-boxes and s-sat down, sh-she rubbed my sh-shoulder for me! Th-Thats it!"
Mike curled into a fetal position on the freezing cold concrete.

"Thought you didn't want anyone touching your shoulder. Ya wouldn't let me. So why the hell did you let her? Was she your bitch? Yeah, didn't think so." Zack said blankly. All the feelings he'd had inside were coming out now that he was not a bitch.

"FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!"
Mike was mean and he ordered Zack around but he did not treat him like a slave. He was not going to force Zack to act like a slave, he was his bitch not his prisoner. Mike didnt give a fuck about Maryse.

"No Mike. Fuck you." Zack snapped. "YOU are the one who let Maryse put her hands all over you. YOU are the one who struck me across the face. YOU are the one who said you didn't hurt women but then hurt my best friend. And YOU are the one who told me to leave! So why do YOU get to be the one crying?!" Zack screamed as tears fell from his own eyes.

"Your fucking friend! Well let me tell you, I GAVE HER FAIR WARNING AND I BARLEY DID ANYTHING! YOU FUCKING JUST GO THE HELL AWAY!"
Mike tried st stand but he couldn't so he just fell in his face. He had not let Maryse do anything to him and Zack knew what he was getting into.

"Fuck you. Fuck the french whore. Fuck Rosa. Fuck EVERYTHING!" Zack drug a hand across his face as he stormed off. He felt insane. All these emotions running through his mind. His limbs had a mind of their own. His legs ran across the busy street, without waiting for the cars to stop. The cars screeched to a stop abruptly, honking their horns at him.
He flipped them off as he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"FUCK YOU!" And he kept running. Kept running until he collapsed at least a few miles away, in an alley. No one was there so he dropped to the ground, curling up in the fetal position.

Mike hadn't moved, he was so far gone he was hoping he would freeze to death. And he would have had it not been for an off duty cop who had been riding by and saw him, he called an ambulance and they took Mike off. Mike was screaming at them to leave him alone so they simply gave him a shot to calm him down before getting him medical attention.

Rosa hadn't been too far away when the ambulance passed. She was eating at a local diner, forcing herself not to cry. She loved gossip so she drove to the hospital behind the ambulance, wondering to see if she'd recognize the person. And she sure did. She gasped when they carried Mike into the hospital. She ran in and forced her way into Mike's room.

Mike was out cold, that shot had just done it. They were talking about frost bite and having to amputate, they were talking about fierce pneumonia. They weren't sure if they should let Rosa in so they told her she could have ten minutes before she was forced to leave

"YOu can kick me out but his lover is coming." She snapped as she pulled out her phone. She dialed Zack's number.
Zack growled when he saw who was calling.
"The fuck do you want?" He hissed. She gasped, he'd never talked to her like that.
"Speak up!" He exclaimed, irritated.
"Mike is in the hospital jackass!" She pouted.
The line went dead. Zack was already on his way.

The doctors stared at her like she was out of her mind before shooing her out of the room so they could take care of Mike. They were sure he had hypothermia.

She was not in the mood. She shot them the finger as she strutted out. She waited in the lobby for Zack.

The doctors began panicking once they got in and saw how bad it was, they ran around the room gathering supply and trying to stop this, Mike was going into cardiac arrest.

Zack arrived minutes later. Rosa wordlessly showed him Mike's room. Zack burst in through the door.

The doctors were pissed, they called security to throw him out of the room while they worked.

"If you think I'm leaving this room you're insane." Zack firmly planted his feet on the ground and refused to let security take him away.