Shattered: Broken Series // Michael Clifford (book 2)

Chapter 6

(Michael's POV)
I wake up to the sun shining through my window, the warmpth embracing me. It's like I'm home, but then I realize, I'm far from it. I can only remember a small amount of my house, considering my mind only remembers a few days of it. The doctor keeps telling me that my memory will come back, but slowly my hope is fading as the days drag on. I'm pulled from my thoughts as I hear a knock at the door, followed by a voice so small, like it's a whisper.
"Michael? C.. Could I come in?"
"Yeah." The door slowly opens, revealing that blonde girl named Kate. She holds an absolutely stunning guitar with a deep cherry finish. Surprisingly, she holds it out to me.

(Kate's POV)
"Here."
"Why the hell would you give me this? A guitar like this is at least $500." I wanted to tell him the real reason, I really did. I wanted to tell him that I got it for him because I loved him so much, and that I just needed to hear him sing and play. That I just wanted to see that small portion of him that was still the old Michael. I wanted to hug him right there and tell him how much he means to me, but I can't.
"Just so you would have something to do while you were in here. Doesn't seem much fun."
"Oh don't be so sure Kate. The taco Tuesday's are pretty bad ass. Man, you should see Philip. He can shove like three in his mouth at once."
"Fantastic." I laugh. He chuckles in return, giving me hope that we can at least be friends, even if I can't have him. I set the guitar down, and plop beside him on the bed.
"You wanna sneak out?" I wiggle my eyebrows, trying not to laugh.
"Sure. I could use a break from all of this." He holds up the tubes next to him and his terrible clothes. Slowly, Michael crawls out of the hospital bed and shuffles over to the closet. The doors open, revealing clothes that Michael would actually like to be seen in.
"You tell anyone these are in here, I will kill you. I just hate wearing this." He gestures to his gown, and I nod. Michael pulls out a Metallica tee and black skinny jeans, with a pair of black shoes.
"Well?"
"What?"
"Can you um... Turn around?" He gives a slight blush.
"Well it's not like I haven't seen it before." I grumble under my breath.
"What?"
"Nothing." Finally I turn around, staring at a pale peach wall until Michael gives me the okay to look at him again.
"Okay." I twist my body until I see him, and I have to resist the urge to run into his arms and kiss him. Instead, I give a smile, and start to look his body over.
"Hey! Eyes up here!"
"I'm sorry I just space out sometimes. I swear I wasn't looking..."
"Mhm." He chuckles.
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"Where the hell are we going?" He whispers as we slide our backs against the wall of the main hallway.
"Oh you will soon find out Clifford."
"Wait, did you used to call me Clifford?" Oh if only he knew.
"Um yeah."
To change the point of focus, I decide to be funny, so I proceed to do a summer-salt across the floor, with Michael following. Instead of doing it successfully, he rolls sideways and hits his head on the wall, causing a huge thud.
"Real smooth."
"Hey, I'm sorry! It's not my fault I'm just a lazy ass who isn't a gymnastics freak."
"I don't take gymnastics."
"Touché." He rubs his neck slowly, trying to shake off the awkwardness. We move slowly, making sure no one notices.
"Sir? You there! Hey you two! That patient does not have permission to leave!" An enraged doctor yells toward us. Me and Michael quick turn around, only to see the man has begun to bolt, jogging straight toward us.
"Oh shit! Run Kate!" He grabs my hand and picks up the pace, dragging me with him. We run, winding and twisting through the empty corridors, until we end up outside. Before I am aware of what is happening, the grass meets my face and Michael meets me.
"Why the hell are you on top of me?"
"I kinda tripped on the curb." He laughs, getting up off of me, but still staying over me, his strong arms at either side of my torso.
"Well your kinda a klutz."
I stare at him, those vibrant jade green eyes glimmering in the afternoon sun. My eyes slowly travel to his lips, and part of me just wants to kiss him, but another part knows I couldn't. Michael clears his throat, signaling my time with me underneath him is over.
"So where are we going?" He brushes himself off with an outstretched hand.
"You'll see."
"Well fuck you." He spits.
"Not a morning person?"
"Hell no." Michael let's out a laugh as we head over to my mothers car.