One Hundred Days

Day 19

I woke up in a hospital bed. Mikey snoring, holding one hand, Luke fast asleep holding the other. I shifted slightly. Mikey mumbled something along the lines of,

"Five more minutes," I felt so weak. It was like I had a dementor standing in the room draining all my life force. But I guess that's what happens if you're, well me. I had a tube going into me somewhere under Luke's hand. I looked to Luke his face was pale his hair all ruffed up. The spray that held it in place rendered useless, it flopped down his face. I took my hand out from under his. I had a needle it it so they could drip liquids into my blood stream. I gently stroked Luke's face. There were stains from tears on his cheaks.

"I'm so sorry," I mumbled. Luke woke up he looked at me.

"You're awake," Luke mumbled. Kissing my forehead, "You're awake. Oh my god. Michael you idiot wake up she's awake," Luke said leaning across me hitting Mikey on the head. Mikey jerked awake and sighed.

"Thank god. Nurse, nurse she's awake," Mikey called. He looked so relieved. He hugged me close to him carefully. As if I was delicate and was going to break.

"Hello sweety how do you feel," the nuirse asked bursting in.

"Sore," I mumbled.

"I'm not surprised. You have two broken ribs and a broken arm. You're not leaving the country for two months at a push," she said

"I have to," I replied.

"You can't," Luke told me. Kissing my cheak. I was tired so I nestled into my pillow. I looked up at Mikey and smilesmiled up at him.

"I'll get better and I will be in America with you when I can," I mumbled. Mikey's eyes widened as my eyes closed.