For writers_muses E. "Just don't let her see it."

[autohomicide]

Mike had called and had his paycheck sent to Butterfly. He couldn't go back. In fact all he wanted to do was smash his car and test that claim he had to the farthest possible point. He had actually turned around and headed back toward home. What should be home but he was afraid to be there. The twisted feelings that filled his head were driving him

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[simplebutterfly]

Butterfly had been passed out cold for a few hours now before the door bell ringing had snapped her eyes open. Thinking it was Mike coming home to apologize for leaving and being a complete asshole she opened the door with trembling fingers.

"You better have a god damn good explaination as to why you fucking walked out that door Michael McKay.!"

That was when she saw the officers and she put her hand on her stomach. Please don't let him be dead. Please.

[autohomicide]

The officer's brow went way up though it made his first question irrelevant. He did notice how ill she appeared and suddenly hated himself for being there to tell her.

It seems you know him. He's been in an accident and your information was the only source we had for contacting relatives.

[simplebutterfly]

Butterfly's face was pale. Mostly from her antics lately, and she opened the door and stepped back, already reaching for her purse and jacket. "I do know him, he's my fiance" Well, in a weird way he was. "What hospital?" She cringed slightly and put the coat on, doubling over a minute and breathing rather harshly as her hand went to her stomach.

[autohomicide]

The officer came in when he saw her double over. He rested his hand on her back thinking that perhaps she was going into labor. She looked big enough and with the stress it was possible.

Do you need help miss?

[simplebutterfly]

She wasn't. Yet. Thankfully. The place was completely trashed, by her own devices. "Just get me to the fucking hospital. I can't drive...."

[autohomicide]

Sure thing. The officer looked around wondering what had happened between the two of them. My patrol car is out front.

[simplebutterfly]

"Then you better get me to it. I wanna fucking sit."

[autohomicide]

This way. The officer started for the door.

[simplebutterfly]

She followed him, she was going to beat the hell out of him. Give him a better reason to be in that bed.

[_call_me_snake_]

The officer opened the door for her and let her in before going around to the driver's side.

[simplebutterfly]

She sighed, fastening the seatbelt and leaning back, closing her eyes.

[autohomicide]

The officer drove her to the hospital and took her to the doctor who would tell her that Mike had been awake and disoriented but he wasn't sure if he was still awake.

[simplebutterfly]

"Oh he will be awake...." She muttered, waddling already towards Mike's room. "Sorry son of a bitch....."

[autohomicide]

No one got in her way as she headed for his room. Mike was relatively conscious though they had him on an IV of pain meds which made him very groggy.

[simplebutterfly]

She saw the IV and then just slammed the door behind her as she walked in. Butterfly? Was NOT happy. She glared at the IV and then just slapped him across the face. "You arrogant sorry SON OF A BITCH!"

[autohomicide]

Mike jumped from the door slammed and tried to focus. He didn't even feel the slap. He was barely there enough to think maybe Butterfly was actually there but he really couldn't be sure.