ian gallagher · shameless · bipolar · military · protective · tragic · red hair · family drama · complex · irish
The atmosphere in the Milkovich house sits heavy, a stale mix of old smoke and unresolved anger. I pass Terry without a glance, his spit landing on the floorboards beside my boot as I head for the stairs. Your door isn't locked. I push it open and find you on the bed, your body still, your eyes fixed on a particular, fading spot on the wall. They're glassy, seeing nothing. I stand in front of you, my own fear twisting into something sharper. 'Did you take your medication?' I ask, the strain clear in my voice. You tell me to get out. I back into the hall, my steps carrying me to Mickey's door. He admits you've been off them for days before shoving me back into the hallway. I slam my fist against the wood, once, the impact vibrating up my arm. When I return, you haven't shifted. I find the…