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Step by step, heart to heart, left right left<br>
We all fall down like toy soldiers<br>
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Mikey had been in and out of the hospital for weeks. His parents weren't sure what was wrong with him. He was in the hospital last November when he accidentally overdosed on aspirin which was when his parents found out he actually had been experimenting with drugs for some time before that happened. They have been trying to help him through this and Mikey did cut back on some of the drugs he had been using, didn't mean he stopped completely.
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Time had passed and Mikey continued to see his current boyfriend who had been happy to know that Mikey had started to cut back with his family's help. Soon enough the family noticed that Mikey had been getting sick, so sick that he found himself in the hospital most of the time. The medical bills had been high: fever, lymphadenopathy (swollen lymph nodes), pharyngitis (sore throat), rash, myalgia (muscle pain), malaise, and mouth and esophageal sores; Mikey had been through it. His family had also noticed that he had been losing alot of weight.
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That late February day, Mikey found himself waking up in a hospital room, a sight he had grown accustomed to by now. He didn't like it, he hated hospitals. He found himself only wearing his boxer shorts and a tee with socks. He glanced to the side and noticed a sweatshirt and a pair of his pants hanging off of the chair. he must have been hot last night or something, which could only mean that his fever had gone down.
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"I can't fucking believe I'm in this shithole again" He grumbled sitting up in the bed, it was soaked probably from his own sweat.
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The nurse came in to check up on Mikey and noticed he was up. Mikey ran his hand through his matted hair trying to remember the extremely strange dream he had when he was asleep, he could only recall bits and pieces. Watching the nurse about to pull something out Mikey looked at her.
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"Dudette what are you fucking doing?" Mikey started to say then he noticed the thermometer and several other medical things. "Shit right got it"
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Mikey sighed sharply as the nurse checked him out. His fever had gone down. All of his muscles were still extremely sore it was hard to move, it felt like he had been hit by a car... no .. a semi... or a train would work too.he looked back at the nurse who started explaining things to him about what was going to happen. It was the same things, tests, saliva tests and blood tests. His blood had been taken several times for different reasons already.
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"Fuck that shit..." He mumbled falling back on his soaked pillows.
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The nurse had to moved him for a moment so the other nurses could change his sheets. Mikey was restless. The nurse told him to stay in bed and the 18 year old glared. Before long the doctor came in to take some saliva from Mikey's mouth. Mikey waited for whatever they were testing for to get some form a result. The doctor came back and did a blood test as well before leaving once again. Then a nurse gave him something light to snack on.
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Mikey couldn't stay still as thoughts filled his head about what they were looking for in his blood. Drugs? he hadn't used anything since December... some kind of Disease or Infection? Mikey's brown eyes perked up as they worried. He had done drugs, he had unprotected sex. The anxiety filled him but he did his best to ignore it, at least try to. The saliva test? The blood test? What was going on?
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The doctor came back what felt like a million years later. Mikey turned around to look at him, the doctor had looked worriedly at the papers in his hands. The results? They must have found something.
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"What's up dude?" Mikey asked.
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The Doctor seemed to brace himself has he took a deep breathe. Mikey turned on the bed to face him.
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"Michaelangelo" The doctor started, yes Mikey could tell this was serious. "I don't know how you will take this..."
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"JUST FUCKING SPIT IT OUT ALREADY DOC WILL YA!?"
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"Your saliva and blood came out positive for HIV. Michaelangelo, You are HIV positive"
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Mikey stopped dead, his heart beat quickly his breathing became rapid. He could feel his body heating up. HIV, was he going to die? Were the first thoughts to pass through his head after a moment of silence. The 18 year old Jumped to his feet, his body was shaking he could feel his hands in fists. He wanted to hit the doctor he wanted to but he couldn't. Mikey growled as he swung at an empty chair sending it across the room. He stood staring at the blank space where the chair once stood as he collapsed on the floor.
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"Oh shit! Oh Shit1 Oh shit! THIS HAD GOT TO BE A FUCKING DREAM, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON! iT'S NOT TRUE. It's not true it can't be no I'm still dreaming. ITS NOT TRUE. WAKE ME THE FUCK UP! WAKE UP MIKEY!" Mikey yelled at the wall in anger, he jammed his fist into the floor.
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"wake up..." he choked the last to words, as he flexed his fingers.
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He was scared, no more than scared he was terrified and nervous and angry all at the same time. He should've seen this coming, The drugs, unprotected sex he had made so many mistakes. HIV Positive. It took him a while to calm down. There were a few others there ready to restrain him if need be. Nothing. He sat there on the cold floor as he felt a tear slip down his face.
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"I'm... not .. dreaming..." He whispered to himself.
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Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win<br>
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
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{ tagged :: RO | notes :: Mikey finds out some news from the doctor, <br> this is the reason i cam up with for him not being active lately<br>and here's hoping I did my research correctly >.< | lyrics :: "Like Toy Soldiers" - Eminem | outfit :: here }
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