Truth - Lashton

Chapter 26

Michael's POV

Another day, another visit to see Luke's mum for another visit to see Luke.

It was the weekend so we didn't have school which I was fairly happy about, it's hard attending school without Luke.

I knocked on the front door and waited.

Luke's mum opened the door and sighed, okay, this wasn't good at all.

"Luke's here.. He didn't want to recover. He's in his room."

My heart sunk and I felt all the blood in my practically disappear. She let me in and I mindlessly went to Luke's room. I knocked on the door and was met with,

"Come in!"

I opened it and saw Luke, laying on his bed. He looked up from his notebook and smiled at me.

"Mikey!"

He threw his notebook on the ground and reached out for me, I hastily ran over and hugged him as tight as I could.

"So no recovery, huh?"

I asked as I pulled away from him to not hurt his bones. He sighed, curling up into a ball. I noticed that he did that alot if he was nervous or thinking a bunch.

"I mean.. I dunno.. I can't stop thinking about it. I just don't wanna be in the hospital, it's scary and uncomfortable."

He whined and looked at me.

"I want to eat on my own, I know that maybe I could do it.. I did it in the hospital."

"Do you wanna start now? I came over cause I thought me and your mum would go visit you in the hospital again."

"Yeah.. I dunno what I want though.."

He placed his head in his knees and groaned.

"It's so stupid! My thoughts and everything are so stupid! No normal person thinks this way!"

"You can think normally soon, it just takes time. Come on, let's get you some food."

I decided to carry him as I didn't want him moving around much anyway and we headed downstairs, Luke babbling about how he can walk and to put him down and whatever.

"Mrs. Hemmings! Your son and I have decided we want food!"

I spoke with a playful demanding tone which got a laugh out of Luke and his mum.

"Well, what would my son and Mikey like to have?"

"Pancakes!"

Luke practically yelled with a smile. I looked at him with shock but overwhelming joy.

"Pancakes it is!"

Luke's mum got out the ingredients and started to make them, putting blueberries in them as Luke also suggested. We sat at the table and patiently waited for them.

"I'm nervous.."

Luke whispered to me, playing with his hands in a quick manner.

"Hey, it's okay. You're doing the right thing."

He smiled weakly as he watched his fingers intertwine with themselves.

"I guess you're right.."

Luke's mum brought over the plates. Luke's had 2 while I had 3, seeming that Luke's body had to get used to food again.

"Thanks, mum!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Hemmings!"

"You're welcome, now eat before it gets cold!"

She leaves the room to clean up and it's just me, Luke and pancakes.

"Yours look good."

Luke says with a cheeky smile.

"We have the exact same pancakes!"

"You don't know that!"

And in that moment, Luke cuts my pancakes and takes a bite. After he finishes with the bite of stolen pancakes, he takes a bite of his own.

"You're right, they are the same."

"I.."

Luke looks at me, confused.

"Mikey?"

"That was fucking incredible to watch."

Luke laughs and takes another bite.

"You have a fetish for me eating now?"

"No! Just.. happy you're choosing life, you know?"

Luke smiles and nods as he keeps mindlessly eating as we talk and make jokes at each other's expenses.

It wasn't long til we both finished our plates.

"You find this hot?"

Luke says, almost laughing to himself.

"No! I do not have a weird kink of you eating!"

Luke busts out laughing as I defend myself over his ridiculous accusations.

Luke was happy, genuinely happy after eating. I hadn't seen this in a while and I didn't wanna lose it.