Michael’s POV
I hop off the plane, rushing to grab my luggage. I hail a taxi and tell him to take me to the hospital. Once I arrive, I head up to the third floor. I see the guys asleep in chairs. I take my luggage and sit in a chair next to Luke. I shake him awake.
He groggily opens his eyes, glaring at me before waking up the others.
“Michael, what the fuck are you doing here?” Ashton asks.
“Look, I’m sorry!” I apologize.
Luke grabs my arm, at takes me down to the first floor, taking me outside.
“Start explaning.” He hisses.
“I wanted to come back, I did. But, I wasn’t ready. I knew I would hurt her even more if I came back in the state I did. I’m really sorry for all the shit I put you and her through, I take full responsibilty for what’s happened here.” I explain.
“Are you shitting me right now? You didn’t come back because you weren’t ready?! Michael, your girlfriend is laying in a fucking hospital bed in a coma becasue of you! She didn’t eat, she didn’t sleep, she never got out of bed. You want to know why she didn’t? Because of you! And you better be taking full responsibility, because I’m not taking the blame. You’re the reason Chloe is laying in a fucking hospital bed! Did you know she almost died? The doctor told me that her body was close to shutting down. She’s on her fucking death bed just because you couldn’t couldn’t face your fucking feelings and you drowned your sorrows in fucking alcohol. You better get your fucking shit together, Michael!” He shouts, storming off.
I go back up to the third floor, trying to keep my tears under control. I decide to approach Ashton.
“Is it try Chloe almost died?” I ask, hoping it’s not true.
“Yeah, it is. Glad to know you care now!” He huffs, storming off.
“This is all my fault!” I cry, slumping down to the floor.
I bury my face in my hands, continuing to cry. This was all my fault. If I had just accepted the help that was in front of me instead of running off to get drunk and forget about everything, none of this would have happened. Chloe and I would be happy and we wouldn’t have even have to be worrying about this.
I text the guys, telling them all to meet me in the third floor waiting room.
“What do you want, Michael?” Luke asks annoyed.
“I’m ready to go to rehab! Look, I don’t want to feel like this anymore and I want to get better. Not just for me, but for the band and Chloe.” I tell them.
They pull me into a group hug, “I just want this to be over!” I tell them.
“And it will be. Go get better, we’ll watch over Chloe!” Luke replies.
Ashton drives me to the closest rehab center and checks me in. Once they take me back to my room, Ashton tells the nurse he wants a minute alone with me.
“We’re glad you finally saw the light, Michael. All of this will be over soon and when you get out, you’ll be a new and better man. I know your so strong Mike, you can do this! Don’t worry about Chloe, just focus on getting better.” He tells me.
He gives me one last hug and one last goodbye and leaves. They get me finished checking in and decide to get some sleep. Jetlag and emotions don’t mix well and leave you drained. I fall asleep, knowing I’m getting better for them. More specifically her.
