Promise // Michael Clifford

Gina

Double update! remedie50 this is for you. Sorry it took so long.

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"What's wrong?" I asked the seconds I saw Calum and Luke.

"Well, after Michael left your place, he went home and threw dishes. And when he sat down, he got a piece of glass clear through his forearm. They put him in surgery, but when they get out, they need someone with O- blood to sit next to him and constantly give him blood since they say he lost about 40% of his body's blood," Calum said.

"Except," Luke added, "Neither Calum, Ashton, me or Michael's family have O- blood."

"I-I need to go. I'll see you guys later," I muttered, stumbling away from them and down the hall.

I walked around blindly for a it before I found a nurse's desk.

"Excuse me? Could you tell me where Michael Clifford is?" I asked, wiping the tears that were pooling under my eyes away.

"Of course. He is in room 7-A. He just got out of surgery, so you'll have to check with the doctor before going in," she smiled kindly at me.

"Thank you," I mumbled, walking down the hall until I got to 7-A.

I looked around for a doctor, and found one a few feet away.

"Doctor?" I asked, walking quickly towards him.

"Yes miss," he says kindly. What was with people and acting so nice in hospitals? I mean, I get that there is a lot of tragedy here but that doesn't mean everyone needs to be falsely happy.

"Is it okay if I do that blood switch thing with Michael Clifford? Calum said you needed someone who was O- blood, and I am."

"Of course miss. But first we need you to sign some forms and to inform the others waiting for him that we have a donor," the doctor smiled, waving a nurse over, "Get this lovely young i the papers she needs to be a donor for patient 55 and go discuss it with the family and friends."

"Could you please not mention my name? My brother is out there, and I know he would be against me risking my life for Michael's, and he'll try to stop me," I pleaded.

"Of course. Confidentiality is always allowed," the nurse, whose name tag read Wendy, said.

"Thank you."

A few minutes later, the paperwork was completed, and the nurse had set me up next to Michael.

"Now, he's in a medically induced coma right now, so don't expect much from him right now. I need you to hold out your arm for me. This might sting a bit," Wendy smiled, holding a tube attached to a needle. I gave her my arm, letting her push the needle into my vein.

I could see my blood running from my arm and into Michael's.

A few hours later, I was starting to feel faint. I grabbed Michael's hand, squeezing it once before letting myself collapse in the chair.