turned - muke - the distortion trilogy 2

1.7

LUKE'S P.O.V.

I hold Michael tight against my chest, rocking him back and forth in the middle of the padded cell as I whisper sweet nothings in his ear. A security guard stands awkwardly in the corner, but I barely notice he's there. I'm too busy with making sure my baby is okay.

We've been this way for maybe ten minutes now, but something tells me we won't have a limited amount of time. By now, the doctors must realize that Michael does better when he's with me.

Michael brushes his nose against my neck, his breath fanning over my skin. He makes a small whimpering noise, causing me to frown.

"You okay?" I ask, concern lacing my voice. I feel his nod against his neck, and I feel his sigh.

"Lukey?" he asks, his voice not much louder than a whisper.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Is...is my mum here?" Michael hiccups, and I can feel his face turning hot against my skin.

An effortless grin forms on my face. "Yeah, she's out there waiting for us," I tell him, expecting him to be excited, but he shrinks further into me. I frown. I don't understand why he's acting...afraid? "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Sc-Scared she hates me," Michael admits, and my heart aches.

"Baby, she doesn't hate you," I promise. "She loves you so much."

"Not like you," he mumbles, and I fight the smile that tugs at the corner of my lips.

"It's different, silly," I tease him, booping his nose, causing him to giggle. It makes my heart flutter, and I continue. "Your mum loves you because you're a part of her. You're her son, she gave birth to you, and she wants to protect you and keep you safe. She wants what's best for you."

"And how do you love me?" Michael asks, a cheeky grin gracing his face.

My arms tighten around him, and I press my forehead against his. "You're my baby boy," I grin, nudging his nose with with mine. "My precious, precious baby boy." I peck the skin underneath his eye, next to his nose. "You complete me and all I want is for you to be happy, and to love yourself as much as I love you."

"W-What if I'm not happy?" Michael asks nervously, and my smile falters. "And i-if I d-don't love myself?" His words are a knife, and they stab me in the chest.

"Then I'll continue showing you why you should until you do," I promise both Michael, and myself. "You're my everything."

Michael giggles, a blush creeping across his cheeks and he buries his face in my neck. "Th-Thank you."

I run my hand down his back. "You wanna go see your mum?"

He looks up at me, his green eyes wide and pleading. "St-Stay with me?"

"Always," I promise, pecking his forehead before lifting him up off of my lap. I take his hand, turning to raise my eyebrows at the security guard in the corner. He gives me a brief nod and goes to open the cell door.

The door swings open, and I gently tug on Michael's arm, leading him out of the small white cell. He's a bit shy, clinging to my arm and hiding half of his body behind me. He peeks out behind me, his eyes scanning the room to get his bearings.

Our mother's are seated at the table, along with Dr. Lancaster. Michael's eyes lock on his mum's, and she stands up.

"Michael?" she asks, her voice laced with hope.

He tugs nervously on my arm, and I glance down at him. His eyes are fearful, so I give his hand a reassuring squeeze and I nod encouragingly. Hesitantly, he lets go of my hand and then he rushes into his mother's outstretched arms.

"I missed you, sweetie," she sighs, holding her son.

He clutches her shirt, mumbling, "M-Missed you too."

"I'm sorry this happened," she tells him, and he pulls back to look at her, shaking his head.

"Not your fault," he insists. "It's m-mine."

Karen sighs. "Dr. Lancaster said that you were doing better up until now."

"He was," Dr. Lancaster agrees, standing up. "He still is. After today, I think I'm going to take a new approach with his treatment. I hope to have him out of here in a few weeks."

"Really?" Michael asks, grinning hopefully.

Dr. Lancaster chuckles. "Really."

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CALUM'S P.O.V.

I walk into the hospital's visitation room, for the first time unaccompanied by Luke. He left school in the middle of the day, texting me that something had happened with Michael and that I didn't need to drive him to the hospital after school.

For some reason, I found myself in the visitation room anyways.

Ashton sees me before I see him, because before I know it, he's standing right in front of me wearing a cheeky grin.

"Hello, Calum," he smirks, and I blush against my will.

"Hi," I mumble.

"Are you here to see me?" Ashton teases, but I'm ninety percent sure he already knows the answer.

I shrug, not providing him with a proper answer before plopping down on the closest couch. He's quick to follow.

"So what brings you here?" Ashton asks, placing his hand on my thigh. I'm quick to swat it off, but hesitant to answer the question.

I groan, trying to collect my thoughts. I don't want to be blunt, but..."I can't stop thinking about you."

I wince at my own words, but don't take them back, because they're true. Recently, every time I kiss Amber, I imagine her soft lips as Ashton's seemingly chapped ones. I've been finding myself dozing off while doing my homework, daydreaming about Ashton's hands tangled in my hair. It makes me feel guilty, like I'm cheating on Amber or something, and I hate it.

"Really?" Ashton asks, a genuine smiling spreading across his face. I think it's the first time I've ever seen that look, and I think it's beautiful.

But I have a girlfriend.

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A/N: okay this chapter is kinda short and gross except for the cute muke fluff at the beginning and tbh i feel like i update too much but that's okay bc twO DAYS AGO I WAS TEN FEET AWAY FROM FALL OUT BOY BYE