Undesired

Mike shrugged, taking out his phone and snapping pictures.
"If anything its good black mail."

Chris smirked.
"Nice idea. You've got some bad in ya." He chuckled

"Good boys are bad boys who never get caught." He winked as he pocketed his phone.

Chris chucukled.
"So we gonna talk to him when he wakes up?"

"As soon as he gets up if I dont wake him up right now."
But maybe he should let them sleep.

"You wanna wake him up?" Chris asked. "Maybe we should.."

"Yeah, come on." He crept over to the bed and lightly shook David's shoulder.

David grumbled but didn't wake up.
"This is how ya do it." He winked before shaking David hard.
David slowly opened his eyes and looked up at them.

Mike looked at him.
"Don't wake Dewayne up, we wil be in so much trouble..."

Chris nodded
"Um, yes?" David raised an eyebrow as he woke himself up, blushing lightly when he looked at his gelled hair which was a mess.

"What are your actions toward your son?"
He was not beating around the bush.

"Um, what do you mean?" He asked as he stood and tucked Dewayne in before leading them out of the room.

Mike's eye twitched as he watched, following the man.
"What in the hell are you wanting with him? You dont treat all your patients like that."

David sighed.
"You're right. I don't. There's just something about him. I'm sorry if it bothers you. I'll leave him alone..."

Mike rolled his eyes.
"What are your intentions with him? Do you like him like that?" Mike eyed him critically.

"Sir, I don't know what my intentions are with him. I don't know if I feel that way about him. I just liked spending time with him and he wasn't feeling well..." David bit his lower lip.
Chris chuckled at Mike.
"Damn, take it down a notch? We playin good cop bad cop?" He whispered.

Mike looked at Chris.
"Sure, which are you."
His eyes burt holes through David.

"I suppose good since you seem like you're about to murder him." Chris smirked.
"Mike, I really don't plan on hurting him. And I'll leave him alone if you want me to."

Mike rolled his eyes.
"Well then you can't be with him. Im not looking to much into it but you can't really like him that much if I have you cowering and telling me you will leave him alone in a matter of seconds."

Chris shook his head, smirking.
"DAmn..."
David looked confused.
"He's your son. I'm old fashioned. I'd need your blessing before I did anything anyways. And I just met him, I need to sort out my feelings."

"Okay fine then, your weird. What year were you born? When did you die? You were a doctor your whole life? What your momma's name? Where are you from? Are you over eighteen? Where did you meet youir last lover? If he dead?"
Dewayne wondered out of the room, his eyes wide and his jaw slack as he watched his mother.
He would kill him.

"Alright, I will answer your questions, just one at a time." David said, only hearing a few of the questions he was bombarded with.
Chris chuckled as he watched Mike, then he saw his son. He nudged Mike and nodded towards him

Mike swallowed hard before looking at David.
"Ummm.....Maybe later, I think I need to hide." He inched away as Dewayne stepped forward.
"Momma....."
"Bye!" Mike took off, he hid under the couch Dustin was on. Dewayne cursed.
"Damnit! If my chest didnt hurt Id chase you!" He grumbled as he stalked off.

David chuckled softly, looking over at Dewayne.
"Let him go. He wasn't doing any harm." He smiled. "Oh and I was twenty two when I died and that was about three years ago. So I'm probably around twenty five."

Dewayne smiled at him.
"Well im eighteen."
He had never even lived so he had just been dead for that long. He had kinda just stopped aging when his father died.