Breaking point//L.H.

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Luke was laying on the white tile of the floor. He was barely breathing. Blood was smeared everywhere. His blood. She couldn't breathe. She caused this. She made him do this. How could she have believed Michael? He was a psychopath. This was all her fault.

She ran out of the room and grabbed Luke's phone that he left on his bed. She unlocked it, finding that the home screen was her. She was asleep on Luke's chest. He must've taken it earlier that day. Tears rolled down her face. He did love her.

She dialed 911 then went back into the bathroom, still sobbing. She sat down on the floor and softly put his head in her lap. The ambulance finally arrived and put him in the back. Lydia tried to get in with him, but they claimed that she couldn't unless they were related. She let out a blood curdling scream. She told them that she was his sister and they finally agreed to let her ride to the hospital with them.

They finally arrived at the hospital and quickly set Luke on a gurney and wheeled him in. They told Lydia that she could wait in the waiting room, but she couldn't go in with him. She walked into the hospital and paced for hours, stopping around every 5 minutes to check and see if she was allowed to visit him yet. After about 8 hours of straight pacing, her legs gave out and she slid into a cold chair. She instantly fell asleep.

She bolted up when she felt a soft tap on her left shoulder. The nurse informed her that she could see him and that he was in room 188. She stumbled down the stark hallway, her legs still numb from earlier. She finally reached the right room and pushed the door open slowly. She was instantly met with familiar blue eyes piercing into hers. She ran to his bed and hugged him softly. He didn't hug her back. She let go, tears welling in her eyes.
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