White Noise {punk l.h. au} Sequel to "Colours {punk l.h. au}"

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My mind seemed like it was permanently stuck on Luke Hemmings. It was like I was 19 years old again. I wanted to take my brain out of my skull and shake it to get rid of the suffocating thoughts of him. What did he mean by 'seeing him like this?' Was there something else that I missed?

I pictured our reunion going a lot better to be completely honest. However, when I still thought about him coming home everyday years ago, I imagined that we would pick up right where we left off. But things have changed: I've moved on. I'm engaged to Caleb now. This is what Luke wanted for me. He told me not to put my life on hold for him, and that's what I did.

And I love Caleb. I want to marry Caleb. He's the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. He makes me happy.

Speaking of the devil, the sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the dining room I was currently in. I was sitting at the table with dinner already waiting for him. He was later than usual, so the hospital must have gotten busier after I left.

I looked behind me to find Caleb walking towards me in his matching blue pair of scrubs. He looked so adorable I couldn't help but to smile, "Hey." I greeted. He bent down to kiss me while using his hand to balance himself on the back of my chair. He pulled back after leaving a chaste kiss on my lips, "How was your day?" He asked while sitting down across the table from me.

I reached for my glass of water and took a sip while shrugging, "Same old, same old. How was yours after I left?" I asked after taking the glass away from my lips. He started eating his chicken, "It was fine. The thing that bugged me the most was your friend from college." He said vaguely.

"Luke?" I chirped, instantly interested.

He nodded while chewing his food and swallowing, "When you knew him, was he 'alright' in the head?" I wondered. I furrowed my eyebrows out of confusion, "What do you mean?" I asked for clarification. What would make him ask that?

"I mean, was he ever depressed or showed signs that he was sad?" He questioned.

I shook my head, "No, no. He was absolutely fine. Why?"

"You'd know I'd tell you if I could. Patient confidentiality." He explained. I internally groaned out of annoyance. Uh oh, there goes my nosey side kicking in. I rested my head on my hand and looked at him, "What was wrong with his head? When he fell, I mean."

"Minor concussion. He'll be able to leave tomorrow after some tests are run. However, I don't think we should discharge him."

"How come?" I asked watching him eat the last of his food.

"I think it would be better if he were admitted into a psych ward."

"Psych ward?! Why?" I rose my voice a little out of disbelief. Why would Caleb want to put Luke into a place where unstable people go? This isn't the Luke I know from what I'm hearing.

Caleb stood up and grabbed his now empty plate, "Patient confidentiality." He winked before walking to the kitchen. I stood up and grabbed my plate as well even though I didn't eat anything. There was no way I could stomach all of this down knowing Luke isn't okay.

"You didn't eat anything, are you feeling okay?" He asked me while washing his plate in the sink. "I think I'm just tired." I replied quietly.

He quickly dried his hands and placed them on either side of my neck so his thumb could brush across my cheek, "I didn't upset you did I? With all of that psych ward talk? Love, I didn't mean to worry you."

I instantly shook my head, "No, it's not that. I'll be fine, I just need to shower and go to bed." I gave him a reassuring smile. He mumbled an 'okay' before placing a soft kiss on the tip of my nose.