Two Of Them: JereMike

Push!

Mike's POV

It was the early hours of the morning. Snow was pelting down from the black sky above my head, making it almost impossible for me see two feet in front of my face. I gripped my steering wheel and bit into the inside of my cheek. I had to get to the hospital. I had to get to the freaking hospital. Doll was about to give birth to her freaking children! Sure, they were only around six or so months old, yet she somehow went into labour at an extremely early stage. When I asked the doctor that was calling me up about it, he said that the early labour had something to do with her body being so ill that it wasn't able to carry on looking after the children inside of her. I sighed loudly and leaned forward, trying to focus on the road again. All I could see was whiteness and darkness Nothing apart from those two colours hit my eyes. White was covering the road, white was falling down from the sky, and up in the blackness above my head was a pure white moon poking out of the clouds. I hoped that her children were going to be okay. They were, what, twenty or so weeks old? I have heard stories of twenty week old babies surviving being born yet they were extremely rare. Babies who were born at twenty weeks rarely lived. That's why it's so big when it does happen. 

The hospital came into view. Good. I wasn't too far away from it now. I would only have to wait a few more minutes and I would be inside of that building, looking after Doll as much as I possibly could. I glanced over at Jeremy. He was running his fingers along the bruise that the rope gave him on his neck. I'm so glad that I managed to save him. I don't know what I would do without him to be honest. He may be shy, quiet, and extremely passive at times, yet when you spent a lot of time with him you saw his funny side. I looked back in front of me to see that the hospital was approaching us rather quickly. I turned into the parking lot, parked my car as fast as I could, got out, and started to run towards the hospital with Jeremy trailing closely behind me. As soon as I walked through the doors I made instant eye contact with Scott. He looked like he had gotten straight out of bed and walked out the door right now. He was wearing a plain black shirt with a pair of scruffy jeans alongside some random untied, scuffed up trainers. His hair stuck to his face with swear and he looked like that he was going to throw up over himself at any moment. 

A doctor walked out into the 'lobby' where we were standing and looked up at us. I recognised his face. He was one of the doctors that pushed Doll into the labour ward. He walked over and quickly told us that we could go and see her, yet we had to wait outside of the ward itself until we were called in. It was just like last time, really. At once all three of us started to speed-walk towards the ward. With each step my heart started to pound harder and harder. With each step more and more questions, thoughts, and fears made their way through my mind. What if she dies? What are you going to do if she dies? What if the babies die? What if the babies live? How are you going to look after the babies if they live? If Doll lives and the babies die what will you do to stop her doing from what Jeremy did a few days ago? How are you going to stop her from killing herself? No matter what you do she will die. 

I rubbed my forefinger and thumb in between my eyes, trying to get rid of the stress that was making its way through my entire body. All I could think about was Doll and her children, and their safety. Were they going to survive or lay down and die? I didn't want her to die. If she died then there was a chance that I would never see my parents again. Doll was always their favourite, and they came up mainly for her. They spent all of their time with her. Most of the time they would completely ignore me, mainly because they think that I'm some sort of psychopath who can't control their actions! Sure, my brain injury causes me to loose control sometimes. Yet doesn't everybody loose control of their actions from time to time? Just because I have a brain condition doesn't give my parents the right to abuse, ignore, and blame my 'unspeakable actions' on a thing that I couldn't control. I didn't ask to be bitten by an animatronic and loose the front part of my brain! I didn't ask for that at all! All I asked for is to go to my friends birthday party at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria and that was it! That was all I asked for on that day!