undo// 5SOS

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Michael

"Michael my voice is back,"

"It's 5am,"

"I woke up from coughing,"

"Get your ass back to sleep,"

"Can I go to school?"

"Absolutely not. You sound bunged up and you just got out of hospital,"

"I hate you,"

"Love you too,"

I was so tired I was pretty sure I fell back to sleep before she even made it back downstairs, and didn't wake up again until about 9, when the sun was shining brightly into my room.

I rolled out of bed- literally- and went downstairs, finding Maya still asleep in her bed. The duvet was pulled over her, so I pulled it back and refilled her water, before making myself some breakfast and a coffee.

Things weren't getting better for her like I thought and it honestly made me want to scream. I just wanted her to be happy. I couldn't take away all her pain, and like Calum said, I had to let professionals do their job.
But I was her brother and it fucking broke my heart to not be able to do a thing at all.

Once she was better I wanted to make her happy again, but she physically wouldn't feel up to something like an arcade. The only thing I still hadn't got her was that blue guitar- I felt like right now was the best time to look.

I wanted to give her something that truly belonged to her, and was about her passion. Clothes and books, and shoes, they were good.
A guitar? She clearly loved music as much as I had, and I was dead set on letting her consider that. I was definitely swayed away from it.

Lucky for her, I knew what was good and what was bad when it came to this, so I got her the best I could afford right now.
I wasn't ashamed to say I was going to be spending all my money on her for the rest of her life, basically. Right now, getting a smile out of her was priceless.

I would pick it up in a few days, since I didn't trust shipping something like that.

"Michael,"

"Good morning,"

"My voice is back,"

"So I have heard," I laughed, "That's good news,"

"Can you check if my throat looks better?"

"I don't know how it looked before,"

"Oh,"

"I can still see if you'd like,"

She nodded, then turned round and started to have a coughing fit, leaning against the doorframe. She looked pale as a ghost, and was very obviously sick.

"Come and sit down sweetheart, I'll get you some water. You have to take it easy,"

I filled a glass and handed it to her, then waited for her to have a few sips before looking at her throat.

"Still looks pretty intense to me, you just need to rest for a few days and take all your antibiotics, even if you think you feel better,"

"I hate being sick,"

"It's not fun," I said, "Can I get you anything for breakfast?"

She sulked and put her head down on the table, looking at me with puppy eyes.

"What?" I laughed, "Yoghurt?"

"Yeah. How many days until I can go to school?"

"After the weekend,"