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Johnny watches as his fellow Saint retches violently into the small trash can he has given the other. Gat gives his back a gentle pat to try and comfort him.
"You're doing good, Mikey…You're a tough little shit."
The other male groans and spits the last bit of vomit from his mouth, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Grey eyes shift over to concealed ones, hidden behind Gat's signature sunglasses. He looked like absolutely shit. His golden hair was matted with sweat and some stray bits of throw-up, and his eyes look lifeless and sunken in. Mikey's stubble was overgrown and uneven, some bits shorter and others longer.
"Johnny….Johnny, just fucking kill me…" He mutters, coughing and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Mikey had shed his usual flannel hours ago, and he was shivering though his skin was coated in a thick layer of sweat.
Gat shakes his head, looping an arm loosely around Mikey's shoulders. "No can do. The Boss and I said we would help you through this, and we're gonna see it through with you until the end."
Mikey lets out a sound of distress and he pushes Johnny off of him, rising onto trembling legs that nearly give out underneath him. "Then just give me a little bit! I'm gonna fucking die!! Or let me out of this cramped fucking room before I fucking suffocate!!"
Johnny exhales and rises to his feet as well, crossing his arms over his chest. "Mikey, you told me and Zoo not to let you out or let you relapse until you're clean. Remember, the Boss said that if you can't get clean, you're out of the Saints."
The tall male paces, occasionally losing his balance but soon regaining it each time. He grips his short hair and clenches his eyes shut. "You're gonna fucking kill me…"
"Hey, it's not our fault, okay? You did this to yourself!"
Mikey looks at Johnny with a glare, pushing his own disgusting hair from his face. "Oh yeah, I'm the screw-up, right?! God forbid I was hurting and tried to forget! Sorry, I realize we all have to act like numb little fucking robots all the time!"
In just a moment, Johnny is gripping the taller male by his dirty tank top and has him pinned against the wall, glaring hatefully at his fellow Saint through his shades. "I'm hurting too! They took Eesh from me! You're not the only one who lost the one you loved and had to fucking watch them die! But you don't see me sticking a needle into my arm and being a useless pile of crap, I'm trying to fucking do something about it!"
Mikey grunts as his back hits the wall, and he listens to the other and laughs. "Wow, you're actually showing some fucking emotion! Was it your fucking fault though?! Did you lose her because you stupidly decided to gamble at one of the Ronin's casinos and got recognized?!"
Johnny brings his knee up sharply, kneeing Mikey on the gut and releasing him. The other Saint instantly doubles over and dry heaves some more, clutching his stomach. "Stop trying to make it sound like you have it worse than everyone else! You've been acting selfish and fucking stupid because you feel sorry for yourself!" Gat wipes his hands off on his jeans. "How the hell would Scotty feel if he saw you doing this shit to yourself?!"
Mikey glares at Johnny and licks some spit from his lips before he hangs his head. He takes in a shaky breath, then feels his eyes begin to well with tears. "I'm sorry….I'm sorry, I don't …I just don't know what to do without him…" He sobs, holding a hand over his face as the tears quickly begin to fall. "He would hate me if he saw this…it shouldn't have gotten to this point…" He slides down the wall until he is sitting down, burying his face in his hands. "Scotty didn't even do anything wrong…! He was the nicest, sweetest…."
Mikey trails off and Johnny sighs, his little burst of anger subsiding just as quickly as it had hit him. He turns and plops down beside the other, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "I get it, man…" He says softly. "Aisha, she…she was beautiful and talented…she kept me grounded…." He exhales shakily and lays his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. "Her and Scotty, they kept us dumbasses in line…."
It falls silent between the two men for a moment before they both sadly chuckle, and Mikey sniffles and wipes the tears from his cheeks. "They're both looking at us and wondering how the fuck we function on our own…."
Gat lets out a light laugh, sniffling and pulling his glasses back on to hide his teary eyes from view. "Fuckin'-A-right, they are….Aisha is probably gonna kick my ass once I see her again."
Mikey gives a nod and clears his throat, looking at Gat. "Scotty's gonna kick mine…"
Johnny sighs and wraps an arm around Mikey's shoulders and gives him a little hug. "I know this shit is tough, but you're gonna feel a lot better….He wouldn't want to see you putting that shit in your body anyways…but you got me and you got the Boss here for you, okay? You're gonna be alright…."
Mikey lays his head against Johnny's shoulder and smiles lightly, sniffling. "Thanks, Johnny…we'll both make it through this…and we'll fuck up those asshole Ronin…"
The door to the room opens and the Boss peers his head in. "Uhm…I miss something?" He steps into the room and groans softly. "Ugh, it smells like shit in here….anyways, I brought some Freckle Bitch's if anyone's hungry. And if you two are done with your little soul-bonding moment."
Johnny rolls his eyes with a chuckle and rises to his feet, helping Mikey up as well. "Hey, Zach? Fuck you."