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I tried to keep my steps quiet as I walked downstairs into the kitchen, I was groggy, it almost felt like I had been sleeping for days. Lip went back to school and Ian was fully admitted to the psych ward. When I got into the kitchen, I overheard Fiona on the phone, "Yes, hi, I'm calling about Ian Gallagher," She said, she handed me a plate once I got to the counter so I could get some pancakes, "Yeah, he was admitted last night," I threw some pancakes on my plate and sat at the counter, "Yeah, what are your visiting hours? 2 to 3... And can anyone visit?" She sighed, "Well, what do you consider a minor?" Fiona looked over at Debbie who was standing there waiting patiently, "Oh, um, okay... Thank you," She hung up the phone and looked at Debbie, "16 and over," Once she said that, Debbie's face fell and she looked down at the ground, "Oh, don't worry Debs... Ian'll be fine, he'll be home in three days." I sat there poking my food with my fork, I didn't have much of an appetite, "He's getting help, you two," Fiona looked over at me, "Don't go beating yourself up over it," I nodded before I took a couple bites of my food, watching as Sammi walked in from the other room shortly after Fiona left the kitchen to go back upstairs.
"Woah," Sammi said, "Way too much lip liner, young lady," She looked at Debbie's face.
Debbie furrowed her brow, "When did you become my mother?" She spat at Sammi, who didn't find that very funny.
"I've had enough backtalk from you."
Carl walked in, grabbing some food, "She's putting all that skank makeup on to get out of the friendzone with that Derek dude," Carl exposed Debbie, who glared at him.
"Who's Derek?" I questioned her with a raised brow.
"First of all, we are not in the friendzone," Debbie said to Carl before she turned her attention to me, "Second, he's taught me boxing and stuff, we've been hanging out a lot."
"If he likes you he'll touch your arm after you tell a joke and he's laugh... He'll squeeze it, you know? That kind of cute shit."
"Lip doesn't squeeze your arm."
I shrugged, "He likes to show his affection differently," I laughed, "Oh... And if he punches your arm, that's a key sign that he sees you as one of the bros."
Debbie sighed, "Yeah, alright..." She replied, watching as I stood up to leave the kitchen once Frank walked in. I wasn't particularly in the mood to be subjected to anything that was going to go down.
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I ended up going with Fiona to visit Ian at the hospital, Mickey met us there. Lip was going to meet us there but he was taking care of some school stuff first. Once at the hospital, my mood shifted entirely, the whole place honestly gave me the creeps, all the walls were white and it was overly bright. I couldn't imagine how they thought anyone would get better in here. "Hi," Mickey said to us as we approached him.
