Mick/James { Hawkins :: Remenissions }
Mick had stormed off to his room after his fight with Jimmy, his throat fucking hurting like hell and it was making it hard to breathe. Every inhale stung like a bitch. Not to mention, the back of his head was pounding from where he was slammed against the wall and he fucking hated it. This wasn't the pain he liked to get off on, and that pissed him off.

It was only ten minutes after sitting around in his room that he decided he was going to talk to James. If anyone would care, it'd be him. As much as he didn't want to be told he was a disappointment for forgetting whatever James had helped him with before, he really had missed the doctor, and he didn't know who else he could turn to. Syn wouldn't necessarily give a shit.

So there he was: standing in front of James' office door, staring at the number on the door before he let his eyes slip shut. His chest was tight and his headache had doubled over, but he still lifted his hand and knocked lightly on the door. He just hoped he was here after all this forcing himself to come here.