Bubbles up.
It took a little while for Mickey to get out of the truck. Mickey stared at the Gallagher house contemplating whether he should go inside or maybe run as far away as possible. But he was so tired, too tired to run. He felt too tired to even walk up the stairs of the porch. He slowly made his way to the door. He hesitantly opens the door, no one was in the living room thankfully. But he hears someone call out from the kitchen, or he thinks he does. Everything sounded like it was underwater, muffled by a faint buzzing sound in his ears. He just goes upstairs. He's tired and covered in blood, some of which isn't his, he doesn't have the energy or want or will to explain anything. Shit he'd be surprised if he could even form a sentence.
Mickey doesn't go to his room. No. He goes into the bathroom, runs a bath. The water was warm. Mickey just sat in the water. He leaned back to rest against the back of the tub. He couldn't tell you how long he sat there. He couldn't tell you how long it was till he felt himself drifting off. He couldn't tell you why he didn't stop himself from sliding down till his head was under the water. He felt calm as bubbles drifted to the surface of the water. And even after the bubbles stopped, he still felt calm.
A banging snapped him out of the moment. He sits up gasping for air. He hears Ian yell from the other side of the door "Mickey?! Are you okay? You've been in there for a hour!" the words still sounded mumbled. Mickey wanted to answer but he couldn't. He couldn't speak. He tried but he couldn't. "Mickey we're coming in if you don't answer!" He hears Fiona yell. He tried again, tried to answer but he couldn't. He hears something else said but this time he couldn't make it out. Then he sees the door open.
Ian and Fiona didn't know what they would see when they opened the door. They didn't expect to see Mickey panting, curled up in the bathtub, gripping the sides so tight his knuckles were white. Ian went straight to Mickey's side. He grabs Mickey's face making him look at Ian. "Are you okay?" he asked. Mickey didn't know how to answer so, he just shrugged. "Oh Angel-face." Fiona said giving a sigh, she reaches out to grab Mickey's hand, trying to pull it off the side of the tub. She sees the fresh scratches on Mickey's arm "Angel-face what happened?" She asked. Mickey stayed quiet. "Did you have another 'episode'?" She asked. Mickey nods. "Okay, okay." Fiona said. She turns to her brother "Get him out of the tub while I go get him so clothes.". "Okay.".
They got Mickey out of the tub, into new clothes and into bed. He was so tired he passed out almost immediately.
Mickey woke up probably no more then three hours later. He's still exhausted. "Mickey." he hears from the doorway of his room. He looks to see Lip standing in the doorway. "Lip.." Mickey mumbled. "You okay dude? Ian was freaking the fuck out." Lip said coming over to sit on the edge of Mickey's bed. "I- i'm fine." Mickey said. "Mickey you're a shit liar sometime." Lip said "What's up? For real. Did you relapse?". "No." Mickey said "I didn't relapse.". "Then what is it man?" Lip asked. "I-" Mickey takes a deep breath in "I fucked up. Like big fucking time fuck up.". "What did you do?" Lip asked. "I can't tell you. I can't.". "You can tell me anything Mickey." Lip said moving to sit closer to Mickey. "This- i cant tell you. It's- it's- I just can't" Mickey said. Lip sighed. They sat silently. Lip puts his arm around Mickey's neck, Mickey puts his around Lip's waist. They sat there for god knows how long.
It bubbled and bubbled but it has yet to bubble over.