but darling, it's just a dream

h o s p i t a l // l.h

Okay, firstly I would like to point out, that I have these dreams that end up coming true. it's weird, I know. it can be a couple days, a couple of weeks or even a couple of months later, but it feels like deja vu. the day before Luke tweeted that he was sick, I had a dream that he was sick, not this dream. it's weird anyways.*awkwardly laughs*

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  ❝I wish I could sleep ... but my damn A.D.D, kicks in and well basically, one sheep, two sheep, cow turtle, duck, OH MCDONALD HAD A FARM ... HEY MACARENA!❞

(a//n; I found that so funny. don't judge!)

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Mikey sent me a text saying that Luke had been rushed to hospital while they were on their Australian leg of the their Rock Your Socks Out Tour.

I was working when I received the text from Mikey, and I was giving birth in a deli. (a//n wtf?)

I gave birth to two twins -- a boy and a girl.

Then I was at my old hospital -- Royal Randwick Children's Hospital in Sydney and I know the hospital off the back of my hand.

Well, I rushed into the hospital and all the nurses that I knew and that were working asked confused, "Taylor! What are you doing here?!"

All I said in between trying to catch my breath, "Luke! Luke Hemmings!"

One of the nurses answered back, "What and why, Taylor? We know you're a fan, but we can not allow you to see Luke," I wasn't in the mood to explain, so I shook my head and ran towards the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator to open I rang Ashton -- no answer. Then proceed to ring Mikey -- no answer, again. I then tried Calum, on the last ring when I was about to hang up, Calum answered.

"CALUM! WHERE ARE YOU?!" I shouted into the speaker of the iPhone. I didn't intend to shout, I just had so much adrenaline rushing through my veins, I just needed to know where my best friend was.

"Ouch! Tay, we aren't at the hospital, management wouldn't let us go see him," he said in an angry tone. I knew Calum would be pissed. "Arseholes," he said not long after. "You have to ring Mumma Hemmings," he said sounding upset now, knowing that he couldn't be by his best friend/band mate's beside.

"But we don't-," I was cut off by a very angry Ashton saying, "Can't you just put all that bullshit aside and move on Taylor!" He shouted. It was very hard to piss off Ash, but I can understand where he was coming from, this bullshit between Liz and myself had gone on for too long and he doesn't know what condition his best friend/band mate was in.

Assuming the elevator wasn't working, I slid against the wall near the elevators and just sat on the ground.

All you could was our breathing through the phone lines, mine obviously uneven, and Ashton's was angry and sad pants of breathes.

"Fine," I said quietly and putting my stubbornness aside, for my best friends sake, "Send me Liz's number," I said flatly.

Myself and the boys exchanged bye's, hearing the boy's voices was absolutely heartbreaking. All they wanted was to see their best friend/band mate, just to know that he was alright. But no -- their stupid management wouldn't allow it.

Bandana-Boy

Here is Mumma Hemmings number ...

BE NICE!

Wannabe Asian

Tell him we love him!

Rainbows & Kittens

Tell my noodle head that I fucking love him! He cAnt keaaaaaavr me!

I went back to Ashton's message and pressed the number I received and it popped up with a notification if I was wanting to call this number, I hit the call button.

After a couple of the longest nerve racking rings -- Liz answered.

"Hello?" She sniffled.

Just hearing Liz's voice, just sent me into tears, that I had been holding back.

"Li-iz, it's m-me ," I choked out between sniffles.

"Taylor?" She sniffled again.

"Ye-yes," I said barely audible

"I'm in the hospital and th-the nurses don't be-believe me that I'm fr-friends with Lu-Luke.