Michael hesitated once he got to the doorway, his shaky sweaty hands shoving Ashton through the door first. " I don't know if I can see them like this" Michael whispered. " they need us Michael. Come on" Ashton's hand gripped on to Michaels sleeve, bringing him into the room. Mady was in the bed closer to the door, hooked up to a bunch of machines. Ashton placed himself on the bed next to her, pulling her hand into his. " babe. It's me" Ashton placed his soft lips on to her head. " are they going to be okay?" He turned to the doctor who was standing promptly at the end of the bed
"right now, yes" Michael and Ashton let out a sigh of relief "but, they’re in a very unstable state, it’ll be a couple hours before we know for sure" and with that he left the two boys in the room. Hours passed and each of the boys went in and out of the room, trading off so they could all eat and sleep. The day passed, and the doctor reappeared in the room, Ashton and Michael asleep in the chairs beside the girls beds. He ruffled his papers and they woke with a stir, eyes glued to the man in front of them. "well" He let out a deep sigh, and was cut off by the machine before he continued. The machine Mady was hooked up to began to beep, its rate increasing with every passing second. ashton zipped to her bed. "WHATS HAPPENING" He screamed at the doctor, pushing ash out of the way. Tears streamed down his face as the nurses rushed in at the doctors call. They quickly unhooked some things and took her out of the room, monitors still beeping, and ashton hot on their heels, still screaming hysterically.
" TELL ME WHATS GOING ON!" Ashton demanded following the crowd of doctors and Mady down the hall. " SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHATS GOING ON" his knees failed him, his body landing on the floor in the middle of the hallway. The tears rapidly falling from his cheeks.
" Ashton, get up" Luke demanded, pulling him from the floor. " that's no way to be strong for your girlfriend. You think her seeing you break down makes his any easier for you? No. Please just go get some fresh air" Luke nearly dragged Ashton down the hallway. Michael never once left Stephanie's side, not even for Ashton's break down. This proved how much she meant to him. All the boys were sick of hearing " Stephanie this" " Stephanie that" but that boy was being honest, she is his everything. Her small slightly yellow hand placed in his, michaels eyes stuck on the heart rate monitor. It seemed stable to him but, then again. What did he know about this stuff? The only things he knows about are music and Stephanie, and he was willing to die for them both.
He grasped her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it repeatedly, pleading "Don’t take them away from us, please god, don’t" hours passed this way, as Michael waited and watched over Stephanie longingly, and patiently. Ashton eventually came back, the bags under his eyes more defined now, and his eyes still burning red from tears. He slumped back into his chair and rest his head in his hands, as he had run out of tears to cry. He trembled in his seat, anger pulsing through him for himself and his selfishness, but the sorrow always overshadowing it, always prevailing. Michael brought his eyes to ashton, motioning for him to come over. Ashton scoot his chair next to Michael’s, and they sat, staring aimlessly into oblivion, waiting as their lives were slowly being swept out from under them.
