He's still there.. Michael never left his side. Luke's been in coma for three weeks and the doctors said Michael would be lucky if Luke wakes up since he hit the wall so hard. Luke suffered a concussion and a bit of brain damage but nothing to serious.
Michael is tried,cold and hungry. He hasn't eaten in days since he never left Luke except to go to the bathroom or outside to smoke half a ciggerate which didn't take very long. Michael came back inside and sat in the most comfortable but uncomfortable chair he had been sleeping in. Luke's mum and dad had came up earlier too see Michael sleeping in the chair next to Luke in a hoddie and his skinny jeans. Michael hasn't talked to anyone in three weeks and he didn't want to talk to anyone but Luke.
Every time before Michael fell asleep he would whisper things in his ear. They weren't mean but intact sweet. Tonight Michael whispered something to Luke and a couple hours later Michael who had drifted off heard a voice.
"W-where am I?" Luke faintly whispered but Michael had heard it. Michael sat up and looked at Luke who had his eyes open looking around the slightly sunny room.
"Y-your in the hospital." Michael managed to say. These were the first words michael had spoke in weeks. Luke looked at Michael and his eyes widened in fear. "W-what did you do to me? Why am I here?" Luke asked michael. "Umm..I...I drove you here." Michael said to Luke and Luke thanked him. The nurses had came in the few minutes later to give Luke his vitals and make sure he was okay.
The next few hours they sat there in silence as Luke ate some food and tried to get his health back to normal. It was about 8pm when Luke finally spoke again. "Why are you still here Michael? I thought you would have left by now.." Luke made eye contact with Michael and his face went pale. "I..was just making sure your okay. I'll leave now." Michael got up from the chair and moved to the door and looked back at Luke before exiting.
"Michael wait!" Luke said as loud as he could which was just a little above his normal voice. Michael peered back in. "Y-yea?" He asked.
"Why are you so mean to me?" Luke asked with a sad expression. Luke was really depressed and now that Michael was being nice to him, he thought now would be the right time to ask him.
Michael stopped at the door and hesitated. He looked at the ground and fiddled with his fingers. "I'm only gonna say this,then I'm gonna leave okay?" Michael said as he ran his fingers through his Navy Blue hair. Luke nooded. "T-the reason I'm so mean to you is because I-I I like you Luke. I like love you." Michael said and he walked out of the room biting his lip.
Lukes jaw dropped open and his fork that had a piece of watermelon on it fell onto the bed. 'Did I just hear that correctly? Michael Clifford said he likes me. Michael likes me. Luke Hemmings. Me, Luke Hemmings.' Luke thought. Luke put his bed back and shuck his head. "No. That's not possible. Michael can't like me. He can't love me."
