--Luke's Pov--
When I opened my eyes I just saw bright lights in my eyes. I moaned as the lights burned my eyes. There was a ringing in my ears and I saw two middle aged ladies in all while looking at me. Their mouths were moving but nothing was coming out. I just shook my head and I felt dizzy so I layed back down.
When the ringing stopped I opened my eyes and realized where I was.
"Can you hear us?" The nurse asked.
"Yes," I said rubbing my eyes, "Why am I here?"
"You don't remember?" she asked me.
"Remember what?" I asked sitting up.
"What do you last remember?" she asked writing something down on her pad.
"Driving somewhere and hearing honking," I said touching my head as pain shot down my spine, "AH," I screamed.
"You have staples in your head," she said still writing, "Do you remember anything else?"
"No," I said looking at my bloody hand, "Wait, I was driving with someone. I don't know who though."
"He is in the other room," the nurse said, "Do you remember his name and your name?"
"Not his," I said, "But mine is Luke Hemmings."
"Your memory should come back soon," she said closing her notepad, "Are you hungry?"
"Yes," I answered laying back down.
"Pizza?" she asked and I nodded.
Who was I riding with? Where was I going? I looked at my hands and saw little cuts everywhere but I saw a ring on my right ring finger. I took it off and read the inside, "To the moon and back, Michael" with a little heart by his name.
"Michael?" I said out-loud to myself.
bam.
"MICHAEL!" I yelled.
"What?" the nurse asked running inside.
"Michael!" I said quitter but still loud.
"Who's that?" she asked.
"It's him!" I said taking the covers off me, "I drove with Michael! How is he? Is he alive? Can I see him?!"
"You can't get up!" she panicked.
I put one foot on the ground and pain shot up my leg, "fuck!" I said falling back onto the bed.
"He's alive! He's in the next room," she said calming me down.
"Can I see him?" I pleaded, "Please."
She looked deep into my eyes, "Fine, but you need a wheelchair."
I smiled as she opened a wheel chair and helped me into it. She wheeled me over two rooms and knocked on the door.
"We have his buddy," the nurse said to whomever was on the other side of the door.
"Come in," we heard a man say and I opened the door as she pushed me in. I looked on the bed and saw a bloody Michael with cuts everywhere and a gash on his head.
"You both had pretty much the same injuries," the man said to me, "But, Michael, didn't wake up yet."
I looked over at him. He looked perfect and I wanted to kiss him.
"Can we have alone time?" I asked the people and they all nodded and left, I turned my attention back to Michael, "Please wake up baby. I love you so much. Please wake up. I'm here for you now. This is all my fault. I should have pulled over when we heard the honking."
My eyes filled with tears and I layed my head down on the side on the bed. I felt his hand moved over to mine. I looked at his face but his eyes were still closed.
"Nurse?" I called out.
"Yes?" she said coming in a rush.
"He moved," I told her pointing at his hand on mine.
"What!" She said walking over to him, "Doctor!"
"Yes?" he said walking in.
"He moved!" she said smiling.
"Really?" he asked.
"I was talking to him and he moved his hand over," I said turning my attention back to Michael.
"Michael," the doctor said loudly, "If you can hear me, move your fingers on your right hand."
In two seconds Michael lifted each finger up and down.
"Michael!" I said with tears coming to my eyes.
"Yeah?" Michael replied weakly.
--------------- they're out of the hospital and in their new apartment-------------
"Bed," Michael said taking my arm.
"Bed?" I asked looking at my phone, "It's ten?"
"Bed," he said as we walked down the hall and into the bedroom.
"Yes?" I asked as he sat down on the bed.
"Sit," he said patting the spot in front of him.
"Okay?" I said as we sat face to face and I put my legs over his and wrapped them around his back.
"Look," he said pointing to his forehead, "It's going away!" He was referring to his scar he got from the crash.
"You drug me in here for that?" I asked laughing at his adorableness.
"Look!" He said smiling.
I put my hand on the side of his head so I could run my thumb over the fading scar, "You're right, it is going away."
He smiled and said, "Can you kiss it to make it go away faster?"
I smiled and kissed his head softly.
-- Michael's Pov --
"And the scar on my lip?" I asked smiling at him.
He laughed and said, "You are a great mixture of the devil and the most adorable angel."
I smiled as we kissed. As Luke started to pull away, I kept leaning towards him. I didn't want this kiss to end.
"Mikey," Luke laughed as he shook his head.
"What? It was an innocent kiss," I smiled.
"Bullshit," he smiled, "Lets kiss again and see how innocent it ends up."
I smiled, challenge accepted. He leaned in but I pushed him onto his back and jumped on him. Our lips crashed together. They moved in harmony for a while.
"Well," I said catching my breath, "The first kiss was innocent."
I winked and we started kissing again.
