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Micah sat in bed, staring at the ceiling. Weird, when did he get here? This wasn’t his bedroom… right? He sat up and looked around him. The bedroom had everything that basically screamed ‘Micah’, but Micah didn’t remember walking in here to sleep. He sighed and rubbed his head, which was weirdly bumpy, maybe he could do with a cup of coffee. He looked at his desk which had his journal open with random sticky notes. Why was he- welp, he lost his train of thought.
He slowly got dressed and started his way to the kitchen, when he suddenly seemed to forget where the kitchen was. He stood in the hallway for a good long while, blinking hard. How did that happen? He was quick to sliding into an empty storage closet and just sat on the ground. He wasn’t panicking, or maybe he was, he didn’t know. His eyes were just wide with confusion as he stared at the ground. He pulled up his knees to his chest and started rocking himself unconsciously. Suddenly he felt like he was suffocating, but he wasn’t being squished or anything. He didn’t remember the closet being this tight either, was it always this small?
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“Guys, I went to check Micah’s room. He wasn’t in there. But he had a journal covered in sticky notes and scribbles.” Judah explained as he walked in.
”What?” Elijah sat up from the couch, very confused. “Show me.”
The two brothers walked into the green Nelson’s room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for the very obvious journal open on the desk. Elijah went to check and sure enough, it was filled with scribbles. He then went to check Micah’s bed to see his headboard slightly cracked. He ran his hand along the top and felt something crusty on there.
”What is it??” Judah asked as he leaned over his older brother’s shoulder.
”Dried blood…” Elijah mumbled. “I think Micah has a concussion but he’s gone! We have to find him.”
Judah nodded sharply and ran out. “I’ll tell the others!”
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Everyone was quick to start searching the agency, shouting for Micah’s name and going into every room they could.
”Where could he have gone?” Shiloh shouted as she ran back to the lounge.
”I don’t know, he couldn’t have just left the agency can he?” Lila wrung her hands worriedly.
”That’s assuming he can still think properly.” Elijah pointed out.
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Michelle opened a storage closet and looked down to see Micah buried underneath cleaning supplies and random stuff. He stared at her with wide eyes, though he didn’t look scared or angry.
”Uhhh guys? I think I found him.” Michelle shouted down the hall.
All the other agents ran and peered into the closet, also baffled by the odd sight Micah was in.
”Hey Micah… how are you?” Michelle said slowly, getting down on a knee to not tower over him.
”Who the hell are you?” He said flatly. “Who the hell are all of you?!” Michelle flinched at Micah’s sudden shrillness and took a step back. Micah slowly stood up and stared at them. “How did I get here? I don’t remember walking in there right? W-What are all of you doing?”
Elijah slowly walked up to him. “Hey buddy, how about we just bring you to the medical bay and get ya checked out alright?”
”Don’t touch me!” Micah basically hissed as he yanked his hand away from Elijah’s.
All the agents had a quiet ‘woah’ at Micah’s reaction. Elijah gave a small huff but could guess as to what happened with Micah. “No, we are going to bring you to the medical bay. Now come on!”
Micah slapped Elijah’s face. Everyone stood in stunned silence before Micah started sprinting down the hall. “EVERYONE AFT-.”
Elijah was quick to shut Judah up. “No no no, if we chase him it’s going to stress him out even more. We just have to wait for him to calm down then grab him.”
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Finally around dinner time Micah returned to the kitchen since he was hungry.
”Hey there, we got burgers for dinner. You want one?” Elijah grinned as he held out a burger for Micah to take.
The Nelson in green stared at the burger for a long while before giving a hesitant no. “I-I’m good…”
Shiloh glanced to Judah. “Should we bring him to the medical bay now? I kinda noticed the back of his head is matted down.”
Judah gasped. “He does have a concussion then! It must be a bad one too.”
Shiloh gasped before looking up to see Micah staggering around a bit. “I… I needa go somewhere. ‘Mmm tired.”
Michelle glanced to the others before slowly standing up and grabbing Micah’s hand. “Come on… maybe you should go to the medical bay.” Micah tried to resist but seemed to be too tired to struggle.