Michael
I'm sitting next to Luke crying my eyes out. He got hit by a car. All. My. Fault.
"Why babe?" I ask through sobs. Luke's in a fucking coma because of me.
"It's all my fucking fault!" I say louder. I walk out of his room. I walk to his apartment and change into basketball shorts and a tank win tennis shoes. I grab his boxing gloves and walk to the gym. It seems to be only me in here right now. Good. I put the gloves on and start punching the punching bag. I do this for an hour are two. I leave after I finish a good 45 minutes on the treadmill. Most. Exercise. Ever. I will never do that again but it was out of anger and I felt good.
>> 2 Weeks Later cause I'm lazy af <<
"I'm sorry sir but if he doesn't wake up soon, we are taking him off life support." The nurse says. I nod frustrated. I start to walk out with here when I hear a faint voice.
"Michael?"
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Sorry this was short I'm really lazy right now but I might update later tonight who knows?
