The One To Save You || Luke Hemmings

Epilogue Pt. 2:

Rose's P.O.V. -

After that day when he sang to me, things hadn't gotten any better. Luke had only gotten sicker and sicker, and the doctors kept telling us that his time was limited.

It was about 2 weeks after that day, and Luke's main doctor (the doctor who originally told us about his sickness) told us there was only a number of days before Luke... well... I think you know what I mean....

The band continued touring without him, but it was obvious they wouldn't go on much longer. Michael and Ashton were suffering from a small state of depression from it, and Calum barely even talked to anyone. They visited as often as they could, FaceTimed, Skyped, etc. They were hurting just as much as me and Luke.

Luke didn't even try to stay strong any more. He had no fight left in him. I was sitting on the bed with him, watching videos from the first time he performed "Close As Strangers", and he burst out in tears.

"Rose, how are we gonna do this?" He said, tears streaming down his face, pouting like I'd never seen and wish I'd never had to see. It was the hardest he'd ever cried before, and it gave me a gut-wrenching feeling to know that he could be hurting this much.

"We could barely keep it together leaving each other for a couple months... What are you going to do when I leave for good? I won't be coming back. I'll be gone forever. I'll never see you, and you'll never see me. We'll never get to feel each other's warn embrace again. I can't do that to you."  

Right then is when I knew I couldn't be strong, even if it was for Luke's sake. I completely lost it. But I don't mean sobbing-a-lot lost it. I mean full blown panic attack lost it; I fell to the ground and starting shaking as the tears kept pouring out. It felt as if I couldn't breathe. My head was spinning and everything was blurry. Next thing I know, two warm, strong arms wrapped around my upper body and pulled me up.

"I cant see you like this! I can't leave you in this condition! I love you so much. I cant be the reason you're hurting like this." Luke screamed.

I finally pulled in enough courage, strength, and breathe to quietly say to him, "Please fight. I know you're weak. I know you've been fighting for so long. I know its getting harder each day. I know how much you want it to be over. But please, whatever fight you have left in you. If not for me, do it for yourself. You can do so much in this world. You were meant to be here. You were meant to fight."

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If only I could have recorded that speech, because it was something that changed our lives forever. Luke had been informed just two days later that something had happened, and if the surgery taking place the next day went according to plan, he'd survive. He'd be okay, and he'd survive.

Luke used all the fight he had to get through that surgery. It was the toughest surgery of the whole treatment - leaving him unconscious for two whole days. Doctors said that they'd performed the surgery many times, and that if it went right, he'd wake up within a week, so I had to wait a week for any results. They refused to tell me any information until Luke had awoken so he could be told the news too.