Michael stayed by his brother's side, not wanting to lose him as well and wanting to make sure he would be alright. He watched his brother go into a haze, most likely remembering the last time he was here, while he, Michael, was here only a few months ago getting a cast taken off of his arm.

"Miche? Miche, are you okay?" He asked before his brother vomited, "Shit!" He cursed and held his brother, feeling bad for him, "Everything will be okay." He promised his brother, remembering that the last time his brother was here the mother had died.

Miche felt his brothers arms go around him and he feebly grasped at them as the door opened. He stood haphazardly, left the elevator and went to the restroom. Someone would clean up the mess in the elevator. He was sure they were used to puke and blood, right? It was a hospital. He ran cold water and ran his hands through it and then washed his face, his complexion pale.

"Ew." He muttered and finished. He shook his head, dried off everything and looked down, amazed he hadn't hurled on his clothes. He smiled. "Thanks Mikey." He whispered and groaned. He walked back out and down the hall. He smiled at a nurse behind a desk. "I'm Miche Cartwright." He said and the woman looked over at a sheet and smiled. "Yes, your daughters room is right in there. Stay there and I'll send the doctor in." She said and he went to the room. He entered and smiled as he saw his daughter laying in a bed. She was alive, she was breathing. She also had IV's in her arms and she was sleeping, she looked clean now, but cuts were everytwhere and stitches were placed all over her body.

"Oh... my god. Calee!" He ran to her bed and gently touched an unhurt part of her cheek. She jerked awake. "Da-ee" The tubes runing through her nose and the asthma compresser on her mouth made it hard to understand what she had said.

"Yeah sweety, daddy's here. So's Unkle Michael... Where's Grandma?" The girl shrugged and smirked. "Loo- Da-ee. Boo-Boo's." He laughed, amazed she could pronounce the word boo-boos.

"You may take the compresser off if you'd like." A man behind Miche said and the boy did as told. He smiled down at his bruised and battered child and turned to the doctor. "What happened?"

"Calee and her grandmother, according to our records, were in a car crash. I'm guessing you two are the woman's sons?" Miche nodded and the doctor continued. "Calee came out with minor injuries and a broken rib and a sprained ankle. Your mother is in a coma... She..." The doctor seemed to eye Miche and then moved and laid down the other bed in the room. "Lay down Mr. Cartwright." He told him and Miche did as he was told. He hated hospitals, but he wasn't stupid.

"She's in a coma with an 11% chance of coming back to her normal self. It's small but there's hope." The doctor said and Miche stopped breathing for a second as he stared at the ceiling.

"Mikey?" He whispered. Now was one of the few times he needed his brother. He needed to hear him. He needed to know that not everyone was leaving so quickly. Calee flicked through channels on the TV, landing on Sesame street. Smart kid.

Michael helped clean his brother up in the bathroom, "This isn't the first time you've puked around me." He chuckled a bit, taking a paper towel and wiped his face for him.

Michael kissed the unhurt part of Calee's forehead, "Hey sweetie, looks like you got hurt." He smiled and froze at the doctor's words. He quickly moved to Miche's side, "She'll make it hun, you know she's strong enough." He held his brother's hand, trying to comfort him and hide the fact that he was scared as well.

Miche felt his brothers hand. "Yeah. Can he go see her?" The doctor flipped through his clipboard and nodded.

"Yes, can you stay and fill out the paperwork?" Miche nodded and took the papers handed to him. He smiled at Calee and nodded to Michael. "Go. Go say hey for me." He said and moved to gently climb off the bed. The doctor nodded, excusing himself. Always the barren of bad news.

Miche began filling out paperwork as he moved a chair close to Calee's bedside. The girl seemed normal other than the physical aspects. She didn't understand. Miche sighed, going through all the annoying insurance problems.

Michael nodded, "Call me if you need anything." He smiled and gave his brother a reassuring hug before leaving the room and asked the nurse for directions to his mother's room. The nurse was nice and looked it up through her computer, "Down the hall and to the left." The nurse smiled up at him. He thanked her and soon walked into his mother's room, sitting in the chair next to her bed.

"Mom..." He couldn't help the whimper that escaped. She, too was covered in stitches and bruises, though she looked like she was in a peaceful sleep. He kissed her cheek, "Everything seems to be going downhill today." He bit his lip refusing to let the tears fall.

His phone rang and he tilted his head. He picked it up, finishing the paper work and then set it aside. "Hello?"

"Hey Miche, this is Tanner? I was wondering if you and your daughter wanted to meet me at the mall today? Sorry about last night, I know I seemed a little off..."

Miche just stared at his phone as if it was talking instead of someone on the other line. "Yeah... I really can't Tanner... I'm sorry. There's been an accident. I'll call you when I can, okay?"

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well, call whenever, I'd love to hear from you. I had such a great night." Tanner and Miche hung up and Miche just sighed.

"Calee, who do you like more. A sexy english newcomer or Tas?" He asked and the girl giggled befor esquealing out 'Tas!' and groaning when her face was overcome with pain. She immediately calmed and Miche held her hand gently. "That'd what I thought..."

Michael tried to call Tas, only getting his voicemail, "Tas...Mom and Calee got in an accident, mom's in a coma and Calee is stitched up...Please call back." He closed his cell phone and rested his head on the rail of his mother's bed, tears streaming down his face as he muttered how sorry he was for everything.
(Dare I go into detail of Tas and his downfall?)

[[Please and thank you! I love downfalls of sexy men who you know will feel better after awhile... DRAMA!]]

Miche moved slowly when Calee went to bed and he walked out of the room and towards his mothers after a nurse gave him the room number. Calee would be fine in a hospital room and she was asleep, Miche was assured she'd be fine.

He knocked lightly and entered quietly. He put his hands on Michaels back and sighed when he saw his mother. "You'll be alright... Right?" He said, not sure to whom. It applied to both.

(okay, everything the father says is nothing I believe. I actually know a few anti-gay people who have said these things.)

Michael looked up with red eyes, "I don't know...I can't believe mom got hurt... Just think how dad is going to react..." He sniffled and kept his hand holding his mother's, not wanting to let go in fear that she could die at ant moment.

Tas finally headed home and found his father sitting on the front porch with an angry expression, "Hey dad, what's up?" He asked a bit curiously as he hopped out of his car and walked up to his father.

"Yeah, you and me need to talk. Your buddy, Chris, came by and told me a something a bit interesting." Tas blanched as soon as he heard Chris's name.

"He's not a buddy of mine. He lies, cheats, and hurts people." Tas took a step back as soon as his father stood up from his chair.

"Really, you little faggot? I should have realized there was something between you and that Michael boy that wasn't natural! We are a Christian family and I will not stand to have you ruin our name!" The father shouted and charged at the teen. Tas turn and ran, but seeing how his father was a college football player and never stopped working out, he easily caught up with Tas and tackled him onto the ground, straddling his waist and started to punch his squirming son.

"Get off! Please!" Tas shouted, squirming and trying to cover his face with his arms. He didn't want to hit his father and just wanted to get away, "Dad, please don't make me hit you." He cried and started to swing at his father now.

"I'll stop when you are the son you were before you fell to Satan's ways." His father shouted and gave Tas a black eye, breaking his nose and causing blood to stream down into his mouth.

Tas winced in pain, seeing stars now as he swung a fist, making contact with his father's jaw and heard a sickening pop. His father swore and stood up, kicking at his side and his head as hard as he could until the boy lost consciousness. He spat at his body and headed back inside, cleaning the blood off of his face and hands.

It was three hours later that Tas woke up and whimpered, tears streaming down his face with all the pain that shot through him. He wavered as he stood, heading into his house and froze when he saw his father sitting at the kitchen table with his crying mother, "Mom?"

His words were responded with more crying from his mother, "Get out of our house, you don't live here anymore." His father sneered at him and stood up, "Get your shit and leave." His father growled before turning to comfort his grieving wife.

Tas nodded heartbroken and headed down the hall to his bedroom, finding that there were a few boxes already packed for him. He sighed and grabbed his duffel bag, filling it with clothes he needed and set it at the end of his bed, grabbing a blanket and pillow before leaving his room, "I'll come back for the rest in a few days." He told them and avoided their stares as he headed outside to his car, finding the classic firebird had been keyed and the words, 'faggot' and 'fairy' were spray painted all over the car.

He wiped away the tears that were falling again and set his stuff he had grabbed in the back seat and drove to the park, not knowing where else he could go at the moment.

{{Awh. Uhm. *sniffle*}}

Miche moved to stand, kissed his mothers temple. "I'm going to go see when Calee can be taken out, then I'm going to the house. I'll call a cab." He said and hugged Michael lightly. "Are you going to stay the night? If so, I'll see you tomorrow morning." He said and stopped at the door, pulling out his phone.

Tas... It's Miche... Mom and Lee's in the hosp. I'm leaving now... I want to talk to you. You make me happier. Please reply.

He flipped his phone shut and smiled sadly at his mother, then his eyes moved to his brother. He ignored the instinct that made him want to cry FOR his brother, he had been forced upon, dumped (kinda) because of it, and now this shit. Terrible timing. "See you." He whispered and walked out the door.

Flicking through contacts, Miche found Chris's name and pressed talk. "Answer you son of a-" He started and realized he was in public and withheld the curse. He knew whose arse he wanted to kick across the U.S.

"Yeah...I'll stay tonight, make sure dad doesn't go crazy for me, will ya?" He asked with a sad smiled, hugging his brother back before turning his attention back to his comatose mother. He looked up briefly at the sight of a nurse coming in to check on his mother and left, soon coming back in with a pillow and a blanket, "Here sir." She smiled.

Tas's phone was still turned off from when Miche had turned it off, he cranked up his radio, wanting to numb the pain he felt. He lay in his back seat, curled up with his pillow and blanket, not wanting to move anymore.

"Hola young Miche." Chris purred after the second ring, "Is there something I can help you with? A good time, hook you up with one of the guys I know, or something?"

(sorry if Tas's downfall was horrible...and he'll check his phone soon.)

[[I hate men who smoke, but I'm trying to get Miche's character to have a darker backstory]]

Miche glared. "Pick me up you sick son of a bitch." He said as soon as he exited the doors and stood by the bus stop. "I'm at the hospital. I'll pay. And bring SOMEthing for me to smoke because if I don't, I'm going to rip your head off." He said and bit histhumbnail as he waited for a reply. He decided it wasn't worth it, and hung up, knowing he'd either show with something for him to inhale, or not show at all.

Chris's style seemed to be 'WTF I Want To Do' and it wasn't to be questioned. Miche pocketed his phone, wishing Tas would just reply, because if things went bad with Chris, he wanted someone to come and save him.

Chris quickly called him back, "You never told me where you are, honey buns." He hung up after he got his answer. He was finishing some 'business' so to speak, since he sold himself to any male he deemed good enough. He didn't care about age, and was only grabbing those who were handsome to him.

"Who was that?" The muscular man who was with Chris asked with a bit of curiosity.
"Just a kid I need to go take care of. He has a bit of an attitude that even you'd think was adorable." Chris told him and kissed his neck.

Tas finally grabbed his phone, deciding that he was going to tell Miche what happened, but saw he had two voicemail messages and listened to them, feeling more like shit now than he did before, before calling Miche back up, "Miche? I got kicked out of my house. My parents don't love me since they found out I'm gay. It's all Chris's fault." He said as soon as either Miche picked up or if he got voicemail.

[[I said I was at the hospital. Teehee]]

Miche sighed and waited for Chris. He looked down at his phone and saw Tas was calling he pressed talk and held it up to his ear. "Shit... Uhmmm... I can't really talk right now, Tas. But, got to my house and go to Mikey's bed, Mikey is staying at the hospital tonight. I'm sorry Tas... I wish I could make them believe we're not all bad, but... I don't know how. Just get to my house Tas, I'll be there in an hour." He said and hung up. He sighed, turned off his phone so he could get no more calls. He sat down on the bench and a bus stopped, picked up some stragglers and rode on.

Miche didn't know what to feel anymore as he stared out at the streets he once thought he knew. Everything had changed and it had done so, so quickly. He knew he wanted to cry but he withheld and instead moved to lean against the wall of the covered bench. "Damn it Chris where are you!?"

(TT_TT My bad... My eyes refused to see it....Well... let's just say Chris wasn't paying attention to what he said.)
"I've got to go...I'll make up for it tomorrow night?" Chris smirked over to his companion as he got dressed, grabbing his keys and getting a quick kiss and feel from the other man before he left to the hospital, stopping at a gas station and grabbed a pack of cigarettes before pulling up in front of the bus station in his truck, "You coming?" His smile just as inviting as it deceitful.

"Yeah. Thanks Miche." Tas said before hanging up and starting his engine, wincing to the sound of it stalling for a second before it roared back to life. He let out a sigh of relief and headed over to Miche's house, parking his car in the driveway and took his bag inside, heading downstairs to set the bag down before heading up to the shower, wanting to rise off all the blood and dirt that was on him.

Miche let out a sigh of relief when he saw Chris pull up. He slid into the seat. He plucked the cigarettes from the console and pulled one out, groaning lightly as he fumbled fro a lighter. He pulled the dashboard lighter out and put it back in, letting it heat then used it to light the cigarette. "Thank you. Now, you've royally fucked up our lives you know that? I nearly had sex with the one man that cares about Calee but he's dating my brother who he thinks is cheating on him with you and I feel bad for Mikey because I KNOW you forced yoruself on him..." He was ranting. He caught himself and glaced at Chris. "Thank you, for the cigs and letting me have my chance with Tas. But do you have like... Twenty minutes to spare and a condom, because you've blown my day so out of proportion and you are the only one who can get it back on track. I think. Let me find out for myself why the hell Mikey hates you now."

"So..." He smirked as he looked over to the male, "You want to have a quick one because you are stressed out?" He drove away from the hospital and towards his apartment, a bit shocked that Miche wanted something from him instead of trying to get his hands on Tas, "If you ask me, go for the guy you like. If you can get your hands on him, then my chances of getting Michael back will be a bit better." He pulled a strip of condoms out of his pocket, "And I'm always prepared."

"You're doing good so far. Why DID you and Mikey break up?" He asked as he took one of the ackages and slid it in his back pocket. "You're the reason for all my stress and I can't. I can't go and deceive my brother, it's not right." He said and bit his lip, tilting his head. "And Tas is at my house, I don't know how to react. He's in trouble, just got kicked out. I want to comfort him and fuck him all at the same time, and my daughters in the hospital along with my now comatose mother. I don't know WHAT to feel. But I know how to feel during sex so... can you hurry up and get to wherever we're going?!" He said and frowned, looking around. He wanted out of the car or even in the backseat would be fine. He just wanted it. He knew what one night stands and good/bad sex felt like. He knew to like it, he understood those emotions. He needed something he could control like sex. Or hell, not control. Be without it for brief moments while he spasmed beneath the male. He sighed and licked his lips.

"Well, he couldn't handle me and decided that I wasn't good enough. Hell, he's the reason I chose the job I have, the older men know how to please somebody like and and they don't care how hard I bite, a few actually have a fetish for it... Tell me, do you like getting bitten?" He asked as they pulled into the front of his apartment. He got out of the car, and headed into his apartment, and left the door open for him to follow.

Miche followed him and nodded. "Sometimes, depends what mood I'm in. Right now, I don't think I'll mind." He said as he shrugged off his jacket and threw it on the males couch and looked at him. "Who's getting fucked in this scenario?" He asked and made sure he had shut the door behind him. The apartment was different from what Miche would have thought to be Chris's apartment. He looked around briefly and shrugged. "I'm due home in forty five minutes. How quick can we do this? I don't think I'm gonna last for very long. So foreplay is about out." He said and stepped closer to the male. "And I'm confused, he couldn't handle YOU or the sex?" He asked as he moved even closer, one hand putting the cigarette out as it neared the butt and he stuck it in a soda can he clicked to make sure was empty. His other hand moved to Chris's shirt and slid over it slowly.

Chris's smiled widened a bit more, wondering how easy Miche was, "Well, it's up to you, do you normally top or do you take it?" He took his hand and lead him to his bedroom, which was a modest one, with a very comfortable bed, "Only a few have been in here." He smiled and pulled Miche on the bed and on top of him, "Your brother couldn't handle both."

"I have to fluxuate. I'd rather top right now." He said and smiled lightly, pushing him down on the bed. There was only one issue with Miche, and that was he couldn't kiss a guy he knew he was only going to sleep with. He pressed his lips against his ear and gently opened and nipped at his ear. "Feel free to bite." He whispered and grinned, hands slowly moving down.

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"Fine by me." Chris bit his lower lip at the feel of the ear nip, "By the way, biting is one of my weaknesses." He kissed Miche's neck, biting from his neck down to his collar bone, "I'll bite as much as you can handle." He pulled started to pull off Miche's shirt.

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Miche moaned and nodded. "I can take more than that." Miche wouldn't lie, he was a determined masochist, but biting was a wierd point for him. If the biting was done at the wrong times and just HURT, with no good feelings to help mix with it, he didn't like it. Otherwise, he loved teeth. He nipped the males jaw and grinned his fingers sliding over the males chest, short, clipped nails leaving white scratches.

Chris sighed, "You are such a pessimist, even after a good time. You're such a fem, how cute." He got his boxers on and followed Miche to the front door, "It seems Tas likes his men to be in charge of him, hence the reason he went for your brother." He hoped that it would help him get Tas in his arms, leaving Michael for him.

"I'll help ya whenever you need it, just call and ask." He smiled from the doorway, hoping he'd split up Michael and Tas.