2 Works by sproutingsun in Shameless (US)
Mickey’s pulse boomed like rifle shots slamming heavy into his chest, over and over and over. The soles of his feet stung from hitting the concrete so roughly and frantically but the pain was numbed by pure adrenaline. He had no concern for the biting winds that were sweeping away the last memories of summer or the autumn chill working its way to his core and fighting the heat surging through his veins. Mickey felt utterly disconnected from the sensations of his physical environment. Only one thing mattered to him in that moment and before Mickey knew it, he was standing right in front of him.
“Hey, Ian,” Mickey said softly, doing all that he could to keep his voice from faltering. Much as he had expected, there was no reply.