Differences

Chapter 56 - Luke

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Warning: This chapter like the previous chapters explores illness and passing. Please read what is most comfortable for you.

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I was scared shitless when I left her room to grab Mathew.

What if my mind was making some crazy visions? What if I was actually imagining this whole thing?

I only allowed myself to partially relax when everyone else came into view and saw the exact same thing I was seeing.

But I found myself filled with fear once again when I realised her heart rate skyrocketed, alarms starting to blare and her then weak facial features switched to alarmed, shocked, and panicking. I just fucking prayed it was something related to emotional shock and nothing physical for now.

I could try to help emotionally, but I was fucking powerless physically.

In a shit attempt to reassure her, I stroked through her hair, letting her know she was alright, she will be safe and only people she wanted would come near. Thankfully, it worked.

Mathew and Mia did what they had to do.

In my head, I knew that they knew what they were doing. They were the ones who made sure she was kept alive. And yet I couldn't help but think to myself, 'what if they don't know?', 'what if they did something wrong and her condition deteriorates?'.

Only did I allow myself to take in a comfortable breath knowing she was in fact real and in front of me, breathing without the tube, coughing from discomfort, her soft brown eyes now open and watching me.

As Mia lead Mathew and herself out of the room, she motions me over to her.

I had every intention to. The need to hold her in my arms was immeasurable.

But my body wouldn't physically move.

It didn't allow me.

Because a small part of me still believed this wasn't real. That I was hallucinating an image of her awake. That I was satisfying the part of my brain that couldn't accept the fact that this issue happened in the first place.

". . . Luke?"

But it only took one word coming from her to make my body change its mind. I close the distance between us, taking a seat in my designated chair before wrapping her hand in mine, pressing it against my face.

It was warm. It felt close. It was hers.

"I'm not seeing things right? I'm not making this up right?" I whisper. I was still too scared to voice anything above that.

"Funny you say that. I thought the same thing."

I let out a sigh of relief. No, this was real. Definitely real.

"Are you ok? Are you badly injured? Have you been resting?"

I wasn't the one who was dying. I wasn't the one who was tied to multiple machines, sustaining life. And yet, she was concerned about me. Not of herself.

"How? How can you not think about yourself. I thought . . . I thought I was going to lose you."

She looks at me, with fresh tears in her eyes. Welling and spilling. I brush them away. It seems I have been breaking all the promises I made with her and myself. I couldn't stop her tears from falling.