After telling Frankie that Mikey couldn't find anything out, and unintentionally getting into a little make-out session, we both went back to see how Mikey was doing. I froze by the corner, and stopped Frankie as well, when I saw him hugging Milly and crying. Then I heard a little voice - a little girl's voice. The same one I'd heard on the news about seven months ago.
"I'm sorry, Mikey,"
Mikey looked up a little, tears still dripping out of his eyes, just as I grabbed Frankie's arm.
"Did you hear that?"
"Are you sure?"
"How are you sure?"
"Because she spoke!"
"That...doesn't answer my question,"
Frankie pushed past me, down the hall toward the pair, and knelt down next to them. I hurried after him, but decided to let him do the talking. For once, at least.
"Mikey...is she okay?"
Mikey nodded, but seemed to grief stricken to explain anything.
"The...the baby? How's the baby?"
He shook his head and let out a sharp breath, then started sobbing again.
"Oh, no...." Frankie whispered. "I'm so sorry, Mikey."
I couldn't decide who to stare at; Milly or Mikey. Not that I could consciously decide that at the moment, with my mind flooded in shock. My gaze ended up on my brother, whom we were here for in the first place.
Eventually he calmed down a bit, and stood up with a determined look on his face.
"I need to see her,"
They said they had to do some tests, to see if there was something that caused the miscarriage. Other than that, they said, Mikey could stay with his wife. After a couple of hours, Mikey let Lyn-z visit with her per Alicia's request. Meanwhile, I stayed with Milly and tried to absorb everything.
She hadn't said anything since she'd spoken to Mikey. I kinda wondered if she knew I heard her. Or maybe she just didn't want to talk much. Like when she first hugged me, she didn't want to always touch people. I guess it would've been a little creepy if she did.
To pass the time, and not pressure Milly to speak, I let her rest her head on my shoulder, and I sung to her.
If there's a place that I could be,
Then I'd be another memory,
Can I be the only hope for you?
Because you're the only hope for me,
And if we can't find where we belong,
We'll have to make it on our own,
Face all the pain and take it on,
Because the only hope for me is you alone,
How would you be,
Many years after the disasters,
That we've seen,
What if we learned,
Of all the people burning,
In purifying flame,
I'll say it's okay,
I know you can tell,
And though you can see me smile,
I still think of the guns they sell,
Her muscles were relaxed enough I figured I might as well try to get her to talk.
"So...girly," I started. "You getting tired?"
She only looked at me for a few seconds, then nodded.
"You want me to take you home, or you wanna stay here a little longer?"
She nodded again.
"Yes you wanna stay here or yes you wanna go home?"
Her mouth twitched a little.
"I stay a little longer," she murmured.
I smiled at her and rubbed her back.
"Gee," I heard Lyn. "They're letting more people see her at once."
Milly and I both stood up, and headed toward Alicia's room.
A/N: Whoo! Second update today! But I won't be able to update for quite a while. I have a volunteer program to do. Sorry, won't have a good Christmas unless I make sure 200 poor families do, too.