Five

                                    

                                          
Michael staggered out of the bathroom, feeling woozy and really weak after just taking a few pills, having downed them with some booze.
                          
He didn't feel very well.
                          
Michael was leaning against the wall, an emotionless expression on his face and his arms wrapped around his queasy stomach, his face paler than usual and bags under his eyes.
                          
Frank walked downstairs and saw Michael, immediately concerned. "Mikey, hey Michael." Frank repeated as he waved his hand infront of Michael's face, but getting no response.
                          
"Michael.....you okay?" He asked and Michael shook slightly, before he threw up all over himself and collapsed to the side, passing out completely and still shaking slightly. 
                          
"GEE! HELP!" Frank shouted and he called 911 as Gerard rushed downstairs, almost breaking down as he saw Michael out cold, he bent down and picked up his little brother, not caring that he was coated in vomit.
                          
Frank explained what happened to Michael and Gerard lost it, sobbing hysterically as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.
                          
"M-Mikey wake up....Michael c'mon! Michael!"
                          
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Michael was laying in the hospital bed and unconscious, Gerard right next to him and holding the hand that wasn't covered in wires.
                          
The doctors had run tests on Michael and the two boys were waiting to see if Michael was okay, Gerard was praying to god that he didn't overdose on something or get alcohol poisoning. 
                          
"Mr.Clifford-Way?" A doctor asked as she stepped into the room and Gerard looked up, letting go of Michael's hand and getting up as the doctor motioned for him to follow her.
                          
Gerard's palms began sweating as he looked at the nurse, waiting for an answer. "Michael, had taken too much Xanax, as well as drinking alcohol with it which caused a chemical reaction. But thankfull, the baby is fine and Michael will be too." She cooed and Gerard froze.
                          
Did she just say baby?
                          
"Did I hear you correctly? Baby?" Gerard asked, "Michael was born with a fully functional female reproduction system, so he is able to carry, so he is carrying and is about 2 weeks along." She informed and Gerard felt like he was gonna vomit.
                          
He was gonna be a fucking uncle.
                          
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Gerard amd Frank were in Michael's hospital room, waiting for him to wake up. "Is he really pregnant?" Frank asked, still in shock, and Gerard nodded, shocked as well.
                          
"I don't think mum and dad told him.....even if they did he didn't want anyone to know." He sighed and he heard Michael whine slightly, making him look up and see Michael barely awake, but he tackled him in a hug anyways and sobbed.
                          
"Oh my god I thought we were gonna loose you!" Gerard sobbed and Michael sniffled, putting his face into Gerard's shoulder and hugging him back tightly, beginning to cry too.
                          
"G-Gee?" Michael whispered and Gerard pulled away slightly, "H-help me pl-please?" Michael pleaded, and Gerard wiped his tears, "Help you with what darling?" He cooed, knowing the answer but just double checking.
                          
"Get better"
                          
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Michael was still in the hospital, scared that they were going to arrest him for using cocaine and Xanax, not wanting to go to jail because he wasn't gonna get better there.
                          
Michael sat in the room with Gerard, holding his hand and his pale hand trembling slightly, Gerard running his fingers through his hair to calm him down and Michael smiled weakly, tensing up as the door opened.
                          
"Hi Michael, I'm Dr.Stark." The male doctor smiled as he walked over, Michael giving Gerard's hand a small squeeze. 
                          
"Don't worry, we're not gonna make you go anywhere. Me and Gerard already discussed you going to rehab and everything." He cooed and Michael let out a sigh of relief, relaxing. 
                          
"Although, it may be a little difficult due to the baby, but it shouldn't take the whole pregnancy." Dr.Stark mumbled and Michael froze, "What the hell do you mean by baby?" Michael gawked.
                          
"You're pregnant Michael." He stated simply and Michael gripped his hair and started breathing heavily, Dr.Stark leaving the room. Michael let out of a scream, his chest heaving up and down as he breathed heavy.
                          
How the fuck was gonna raise a baby and get over his addictions at the same time?