Author's comments: Hi there ^-^ this is a new story from me, obviously xD just an idea I had and wanted to write down...hope you like it.

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I felt the eyes behind me burn a hole in my back with their deathly glares. They knew I was the cause of all this trauma, they had even told me they wished I was in his position.

All four men behind me would refuse to speak, only letting me come with them because they knew it’s what he would want.

Their hostile comments that they tried to pass quietly, hoping I wouldn’t hear, were like daggers to my heart. I had enough guilt to live with. I had ruined my life aswell as his.

The stench of disinfectant and sterilisation filled the air of the bright corridors in the large building. People in long, white coats passed every now aswell as people in a more casual uniform.

“In here.” I heard one of the four say, shoving past me and going into a small room. I sighed as the other three followed his lead, treating me like some tramp in the street.

My mind told me to turn away, to run but my heart told me to stay, to go in, to see him.

Stupid heart.

The room contained more sets of eyes, meaning more burning glares.

Anna sat, holding his hand. Her cheeks were tear-stained and she refused to look at me.

I felt a chilling vibe come from behind me were my wife sat. The divorce hadn’t been completed yet, so we were still technically married.

The room in total, had eight people, all upset, crowding around the man who lay, sleeping peacefully.

“Why did you bring him?” I heard somebody ask, that somebody was my wife.

There was no reply.

My heart ached as I looked at the sleeping man, he looked like an angel.

His slumber had been three months long, the most painful three months of my life.

The night had been so clear, I remembered it so freshly even to this day.

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“Chester, no!” he cried out, trying to drag me away from the car.

“I’m not drunk, dickhead.” I laughed, pulling his lips to mine, he kissed back obediently before pulling away and grabbing my hand.

“We can go in Phoenix’s car…it’s safer…” he said, his eyes begging me to listen.

I stumbled slightly, my short nails digging into his wrist. He gasped in pain as I pulled my hand from his, “I’ll go on my own…” I slurred, spitting at him.

Luckily it missed him and Mike shook his head, “I wouldn’t let you do that…”

Grinning, I grabbed his arm, swaying over to the sports car, “This’ll be fun…” I laughed, not making eye contact with the only-tipsy man.

“P-Please…be careful…” he whispered, climbing into the passenger seat.

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But I wasn’t careful. I was drunk.

“He will probably be brain dead…if he wakes up.” a voice muttered. I looked up, glaring at Joe, “Of course he will wake up!” I felt myself yell.

Anna broke into a quiet sob, “H-He wouldn’t be….like this…if it wasn’t for y-you!” she cried.

I felt my heart drop, I was so unwelcome here.

“Why do you bother anyway?” Brad asked, staring at me with hatred in his eyes.

“Just…leave.” Talinda hissed.

I felt tears prick my eyes as I ran from the room. It didn’t take long before they began to stream down my face.

I ran out of the building, stumbling a few times, now sobbing. I had made the biggest mistake of my life and couldn’t face living with it.

Falling to the ground, I hugged my knees, bawling. I couldn’t take this anymore.

There was a cool breeze blowing over me and everything seemed dull and dark. I just wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

My body shuddered as I felt a warmth wrap itself around me. Who would want to even know me now? I was worthless…a mistake.

“I-I want to cry too…” a small voice said. There was a little kid comforting me.

I looked up to see two large, chocolate brown eyes staring at me, they matched the eyes of the man whose life I had destroyed completely.

“O-Otis?” I choked out, hugging my Godson and sobbing harder. He must’ve been playing in the small playground outside of the hospital.

“D-Don’t cry…” he whispered as I let go. I could see tears streaming down the little boys face. If I ever thought that my life was difficult, what must his be like?

What would it be like at five years old, seeing your dad in a coma? Seeing your mother cry constantly? Seeing everyone around you be so cold? It must’ve all been overwhelming for the little boy, and now he’s seen his ‘Uncle Chezzy’ break down in the middle of the street.

“D-Daddy…he’s….he’s gonna be okay…” Otis forced a smile, wiping his eyes, “He’s…just…tired.” he assured me.

I nodded, playing along, “Yeah, your daddy’s always liked to sleep.” I laughed, causing a more genuine smile to form on the little boys face.

I had a son, Tyler, who was just a little older than Otis. The two had grown up together, becoming the best of friends. I guess I destroyed my own life with that crash. One stupid car accident that nearly killed me and probably killed my best friend, it made me lose my wife, my friends, my family.

Otis reminded me of Tyler, I felt comforted when he was here, I guess he was the only one I had now.

Although everyone else seemed to hate me, they still stuck by me in court when I said I hadn’t been drinking, that the roads were dark and icy and the car had slipped, flipping. The case had been closed until Mike woke up. Of course if he died, I’d probably go to jail. Maybe I’d make some friends there.

I felt a small hand pull at mine, “M-Mummy….doesn’t like me anymore…” whispered the small boy. I raised an eyebrow, Otis was the most loveable kid I had ever met. With his big brown eyes and messily spiked brown hair, he was by far the cutest too. “I’m sure she does Otie.” I assured him.

His bottom lip began to quiver and his were becoming glassy, “She…she said she wishes….daddy was okay…and it was me who was in hospital…she said…it’s my fault…” the little boy told me, tears soaking his face.

I pulled him closer, tightly hugging his shaking body. My heart bled for the little boy, he was the only thing I had to remember Mike by. “Otis…I’ve had the same things said to me…” I explained, “I know how it feels….but…everyone is just…really upset….” I was sobbing into the little boys shoulder, he was sobbing into mine.

“Me and you will stick together…huh?” he smiled, breaking away from my hug, sitting on my lap. I nodded, “Yup, just you and me buddy.” I said, resting my head on his.

“Otis Shinoda!” I heard a female shout, storming over to us. The mini-Mike wiped his eyes, waving to his mother. “What are you doing with…him?” she yelled at the boy, grabbing his arm and trailing him to his feet. Anna lowered herself to her sons level, a stern look on her face, “Don’t you ever go near this man again!” she screamed at him.

I felt my blood boil as I watched her scream at him, unsure of what to say, “Anna…leave him be…he needs to talk to someone right now…” I choked, causing her to look away from Otis and up to me.

“What’s wrong with me?!” she screamed. I rolled my eyes, sighing. Her reaction spoke for itself. Anna looked back at the small child, her eyes like fire, “Otis, this man made your daddy like he is.” she told him.

Otis shook his head, “No!” he screamed in her face. I had never seen the quiet, shy little boy be so loud. “Y-You said the same thing about me! You said it was my fault! Stop blaming Chester…it was nobody’s fault!” he sobbed, pulling away from his mother’s grip and hugging me.

Anna glared, pulling Otis’s shirt and dragging him towards the building. He cried, screaming for me. Anna was so rough with the timid child. I jumped up, following her as I saw the boy be flung to his feet.

“Anna! Stop it, I know you’re stressed but you’re taking this all out on your son!” I exclaimed, lifting Otis off the ground where Anna had left him, he buried his face in my shoulder as I carried him, following his mother.

“Don’t talk to me…” she said quietly, walking on.

“I-I’ll take him for a few days…you need some rest…” I offered, trying to soothe the boy in my arms.

Anna sarcastically laughed, “Why would I pick a drunk driver to look after my son when there are like six more, sane people who I actually like?” she snickered.

Otis looked up from the wet patch on my shoulder, caused by his tears, “Because…I like Chester the best…” he whispered.

“Anna…I made…a big…mistake…and I have to live with that too…please, I need something sane in my life…Otis is like…my sanity…” I pleaded with her.

In the end she nodded, stroking her sons hair, “I-I’m…I’m mad at you Chester…of course, I mean knowing you are the cause of this…b-but I feel bad for you…Mike and you…were so close…and now you are alone…” she said sympathetically. I nodded, understanding what she was saying. “Chester, I can’t imagine how hard it is for you…all of this and know support….I mean you loved Mike almost as much as me….”

I laughed to myself, almost? Sure. I loved Mike way more than anyone, and I would show him that every night.

“C-Can I stay with Chezzy?” Otis asked, a smile on his face. Anna came up and kissed his cheek, “Baby, I don’t hate you…I…I’m just upset…I want you to know that I love you very much.” she told him, stroking his hair.

Otis nodded, “I love you too…” he whispered. Anna smiled, “Have fun with Chester, okay?” she said softly, “Thanks Chester…I’ll…try and get the other’s to lay off you a little…”

I nodded, hugging Anna, of all people she was the one to…forgive me.

“I’m so sorry…” I whispered, breaking away. Anna nodded, waving goodbye to us both and heading back to the hospital.

“Everything will be okay Chester…” Otis assured me, taking my hand, “I have you now…”

I nodded, smiling, “And I have you.” I whispered.