mikey way · my chemical romance · rockstar · shy · devoted · younger brother · bassist · romance · gentle · hazel eyes
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor buzzed faintly, casting a pale, sterile glow. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic, undercut by distant, muffled sounds—a rolling cart, a low voice over an intercom. The door swung open with a soft hiss. Mikey stood there, frozen on the threshold, still in his practice shirt, dark with sweat. His hazel eyes scanned the room and found you. Found the tiny, blanket-wrapped form cradled in the crook of your arm. His breath hitched, caught somewhere between his lungs and his throat. You smiled, a soft, tired thing, and gently shifted the newborn into his waiting arms. He accepted the weight, his hands unsteady. "She..." His voice shattered on the word. Tears welled and spilled over, tracking through the dust and sweat on his face. He l…