5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

You See Him In The Hospital

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(( A/N: I'm sorry for not updating, but I'm on spring break, so hopefully I can update more frequently. ))

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Luke:

You race through the hospital and to the front counter. "Luke Hemmings." You demand, slamming your hands down on the counter, and tapping your foot impatiently. "Room 504." The attendant says, and snaps her gum. You roll your eyes and get into the elevator. You run your hands over your face, and attempt to fix you hair. The elevator stops, and you take a deep breath before stepping out. You pinch your cheeks and bite your lips so you look a bit more presentable. 501. 502. 503. 504. Luke's room. Outside Calum is sitting with his head in his hands and Ashton pacing. Calum looks up. "Hey." He chokes out, his eyes red. "Can I go in?" You whisper, fiddling with your fingers. "Michael's with him right now." Ashton replies, and runs a hand through his wild hair. You nod, just as Michael walks out, tears streaming down his face. "Y/N," He rasps, before hugging you tightly. You and Michael had an unbreakable brother and sister bond. "My baby." You gasp out, through your tears. "Go," Michael says and wipes his face on the hem of his Sublime shirt. You reluctantly push aside the heavy plush curtain, and step into Luke's room. You see your boyfriend hooked up to several drips and machines, a few of them beeping. You cross over and take his hand into yours and notice the pulse mesasurer attached.

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Michael:

You return to the hospital, after going home to shower and grab a few things. "Hi Barbara." You greet the older lady at the desk. (( A/N: If you watched This Is Us, you know who I'm talking about. )) You head to Michael's room in the hospital, feeling more relaxed than the day before. Michael had come down with a case of pneumonia and H1N1, and you hadn't left his side until he convinced to you stay back at the flat for the night. "I'm back." You grin, a bag of Macca's in hand. "Hey baby." Michael says, yawning, and you notice him fidgeting with his tube that went down his hospital gown and into his chest to drain his lungs. "How do you feel?" You ask him, and hand him the bag. "Like pulling this thing out." He mutters, and rubs his eyes. You laugh and kiss his temple. "At least you're recovering." You remark. Last week, if you visited Michael, you had to wear a mask. "Yeah," Michael says through his food. "Last week, Luke and Ashton visited together, Ashton had to come by himself, because y'know one person at a time? Well after Ashton visited, they sponged me, changed my sheets, and switched the drips." Michael finished, dusting his hands off. "The first time I saw you hooked up to everything," You randomly begin. "It absolutely broke my heart." You say, tears welling up in your eyes. "I feel so damn pathetic." Michael says, his eyes glossy, just as a nurse comes in, and switches one of his nearly empty drips. "But, baby. You're not."

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Ashton:

"How does it feel to have you appendix explode?" You ask and Ashton giggles. You laugh and poke his dimple. "You're so cute." You blurt, despite his ghastly complexion. "I feel like shit." He mutters, than instantly gasps and covers his mouth. "Ashton Fletcher Irwin, you're twenty years old, you can swear." You scold him for his childlike behavior. "Can you wipe my glasses." He pouts, and tugs his glasses off. You groan and grab his glasses, before wiping the lens on the hem of Ashton's Captain America shirt which you were wearing. "Is that my shirt?" Ashton smiles, gesturing to you. "Yeah." You say, smiling sheepishly. You toss his glasses back to him and he pushes them up the bridge of his nose, before running a hand through his messy hair. "Your hair, oh my gosh!" You laugh. "What?" Ashton whines, and tugs his hair. "You look like a freaking hobo!" You laugh and move over to his side. You comb his hair with your fingers, the curly strands snagging a your fingers. "Can I braid your hair?" You ask, but you grab a section anyways, and begin twisting the strands into a fishtail braid.

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Calum:

"That nurse is a total bitch." Calum gossips, just as a nurse leaves the room. "Calum, I swear you gossip more than teenage girls." You laugh. "It's true! She practically split all that blood. That was supposed to go in my veins! Next thing you know, she spills my piss everywhere. 'Oops, I split piss over you sir.'" Calum mocks, making a face and everything. You laugh, and Calum sticks out his lower lip. "That nurse is a bitch." Calum repeats, and glares at you. "Ease off the pain meds." You tell him jokingly, and he rolls his eyes, before crossing his arms sassily. "Shes a bitchy bitch. The bitchiest bitch." He counters, acting like a two year old with a sailors mouth. "Bitchy ass bitch." He chants, tilting his head up for the world to hear. "Calum, she's going to hear you. Curse her put in your mind." You quietly scold him, as the nurse returns and changes, as Calum puts it, his piss bag. "Excuse me Miss?" Calum asks politely, his tan hands folded up neatly in his lap. "Yes?" The nurse says, with the used bag in hand, and spins around on the ball of her heel. "Don't spill my piss."

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(( A/N: Idk what this was. I just needed to update, so here ya go. ))

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