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Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Brad barely could remember what happened. It was all a blur of events that kept muddling themselves up in his mind, and there was nothing he could do to sort it out into a rational order of events.
All he knew was that he was here now, staring down at Mike’s inanimate form, waiting for him - praying that he would come back round.
Mike had been in surgery for hours, coming out looking like an Egyptian mummy crossed with a Christmas tree with all the bandages and wires going on.
He had been bleeding so heavily from the wounds on his back and the rest of his body - his lung had collapsed and his ribs on his right side had all been fractured so badly that the doctors were all prepared to say that he might not make it through the next twelve hours. They had even gone as far to say that with the amount of blood loss, the band and their wives may have wanted to say their goodbyes now - and that if Mike did make it through - by some miracle, he would be permanently brain damaged or stuck on a ventilator or something.
No one wanted to believe it - after all that had happened - it just wasn’t fair.
Brad had said repeatedly that Mike had been going strongly for all that time - despite the blood and all of that shit - but the doctors wouldn’t listen.
“I’m very sorry Mr. Delson, but with all the blood loss and with all the injuries he sustained... It’s highly unlikely he will make a full recovery. People can hold out for a fair while with adrenaline, but it doesn’t last forever.” The doctor said in undertones that had reminded Brad of a counselor he had once known.
“You’re wrong! He’ll pull through!” Brad had shouted, he barely even thought he was - anger was so strong in him then he could’ve belted the man there and then.
But he didn’t - he knew he was already going to be in trouble for bashing those White Hoods like he did - but they deserved it - what they were doing to Mike...
Brad’s hands shook with rage just from the thought.
As for Joe - he was in surgery, getting that bullet removed from his shoulder... Having his shoulder braced and fixed...
Now that Brad thought about it he would end up on charges too - if any one of the White Hoods that he shot died... Would they let Joe off on Manslaughter instead? They would have killed him... They would have killed all of them if Joe hadn’t disabled them as quickly as he did.
Brad sighed deeply and sunk deeper into his chair.
His thoughts turned to how he had been trying to track down that girl - Gracie.
It was all stuck in ruts; stones constantly flew up and jammed the cogs, stopping the advance towards the location and the identity of the girl.
It was like wisps of fog that Brad was trying to grab - but constantly slipped through his fingers - all information evading him.
Now more than ever all he wanted to know was the name of that girl so he could have something happy to give to Mike - instead of all of this crap.
Every time Mike awoke from one disaster, another mountain faced him - Brad now barely found it surprising how Mike was feeling so out of depth.
“Brad...?”
Brad looked up sharply - amazed to see Mike looking back at him.
“Mike! Thank god you’re awake - you can understand me? Are you able to breathe alright?” Brad was cut off.
“What the hell are you asking me that for? Of course I understand - I’m fine!” Mike snapped indignantly.
“Sorry dude... It - it’s just been a rough day...” Brad waved his hand dismissively and sunk back into his chair.
“It’s okay. We’ve all hit a bit.” Mike replied softly.
There was silence for a little while.
“Mike...” Brad looked at the emcee pleadingly. “You’ve got to tell me more about Gracie... I can’t find her on my own... They won’t let me...”
Mike looked away and stared into nothingness for a long time before speaking.
“I don’t think she would know that I’m the same person.” He whispered.
“What do you mean?” Brad sat up.
“She was six years old when they took her away...” Mike went on to explain everything about Gracie all the way down to fine little details and little bits of information that only family could’ve known. “... But that was so long ago Brad; she wouldn’t know who I was. She wouldn’t understand.”
“What wouldn’t she understand? Mike - hell - it’s almost seventeen years ago! Of course things are going to change...” Brad sighed deeply.
“Hmph.” Mike replied.
They sat in silence for a while.
“What about Blue? Blue Theboron? You know anything about him?” Brad asked.
Mike hesitated.
“Not much. He was a bit of a mystery.” He said at last.
Brad shook his head.
“Is everyone else okay?” Mike asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah. Joe’s having surgery now for his shoulder. Everyone else is fine.” Brad replied.
“Send everyone my thanks...” Mike took a deep breath out of the oxygen mask he had taken off before continuing. “... And thank you dude. Especially.”
“That’s okay. You’re an iron bugger you know that right? If you can down that then you can do anything.” Brad shrugged with a faint smile on his lips.
Mike’s face however, became still and slightly sad.
“Only for a little while Brad. Only for a little while...” Mike murmured at last and put the mask back over his face, closing his eyes.
“What do you mean? Shinnizle - what do you mean?” Brad clutched Mike’s hand, his heart suddenly pounding.
“Leave. I wanna be alone for a while.” Mike said in a muffled voice.
“No - Mike - you tell me what you mean - tell me right now!” Brad choked.
All of this was getting too much for him - he had been slapped, punched and kicked and called a black lover and countless other insults, his balls were bruised and aching from being kneed so often, his mind was still reeling from the morning’s events - the sight of that White Hood fucking Mike - Brad was at the end of his tether - and now to the best of Brad’s understanding - Mike was saying he was going to commit suicide - it was just too much.
Too much!
Mike said nothing more; he merely tightened his hand around Brad’s in response, otherwise lying deathly still.
“Mike, please...” Brad choked on his words, barely able to speak. “You’ve come too far to give up now... Please don’t do anything stupid...”
Mike opened his eyes and looked at Brad with hollow eyes; slowly he removed the mask and opened his mouth to speak.
“You’re pleading for the life of a hybrid Brad. You’re a pure blood Superior... Don’t lose that privilege by trying to stand by me. It will only kill you.” Mike murmured.
Brad sat numb with shock.
“A hybrid? What the hell are you talking about?!” The guitarist stared.
“I’m a hybrid. You’re a pure blood. Don’t try to cross the lines... They’ll only have a reason to hunt you down.” Mike’s voice was soft.
Flat.
He had given in, the sad, hollowness in his eyes were like crumbling rock, collapsing down and down into nothingness.
He was more alone than ever, and he had given up on everything, knowing he couldn’t win, feeling that the White Hoods had closed him in around every corner and now held him captive - trapped in his own body.
“No. You’re part Japanese but that doesn’t mean shit - it’s what’s inside that matters - those guys are total loons - they’re wrong - no one’s any different from anyone else.” Brad retorted firmly, his voice was shaking from barely controlled tears.
Mike shook his head and closed his eyes.
“No hybrid deserves to live.” Mike whispered and turned away.
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