Mute. L-H

Bruises.

Michaels POV
I woke up in the morning in a lot of pain, like I couldn't even move.

I literally cant leave my bed and the worst part is that I'm desperate for the toilet.

My phone vibrated somewhere on my bed. I moved my hands across the sheets searching for it.

I finally found it and looked at the screen.

Taissa
How are you feeling this morning?

Michael
Pain, a lot of pain

I replied back to her text. How the fuck was I meant to get dressed. I frowned to myself trying to think of a way to get out of this bed without hurting myself.

Taissa
Can I come see you?

Michael
Sure

I out my phone down again and sighed, I'll ask Taissa to help me. Wait shit, I won't be able to answer the door. Hopefully it's unlocked.

Michael
If the doors unlocked walk in if not you'll have to find Calum

I sent her another message before closing my eyes again. When my eyes were open it hurt.

I heard the door open and guessed it was unlocked. I should really start locking that.

Taissa walked through my bedroom door smiling at me. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

Are you ok?

She asked.

"No, I can't move, I need to pee, and everything hurts" I complained. Luke defiantly wasn't weak.

She help up her index finger to me before running off out the room. A few minuets later she came back holding a glass of water and two small white pills.

"Thanks" I said taking them out her hands.

I sat up slowly and took the pills, hopefully they'll kick in soon. I laid back down and Taissa moved closer to me.

She moved the covers off my body and looked at my chest. It was now covered in purple and blue marks with a few red marks alongside.

He fingertips lightly ran over them. Her eyes flicked up to mine as she grabbed her phone

I'm sorry Luke done this

The monotone phone said.

"No, it was my fault don't worry" I shrugged.

Don't blame yourself

The voice spoke again. She honestly thinks it was luke, I mean I am trying to tell her it wasn't his fault but here we are.

"Where is Luke?" I frowned looking at her. She shrugged her shoulders at me. She didn't know.

"Um I don't wanna like make you feel uncomfortable, but um, can you help me get dressed?" I asked her.

She nodded and smiled before walking to my draws. She pulled out a top and showed it to me.

It was a black Metallica top. I nodded and she pulled out a pair of jeans.

She walked back over to me and sat down next to me. She helps me sit up. It hurt but I could manage if I was careful.

She gently pulled the top on over my head and helped me put my arms in. She pulls it down and helped me to sit on the edge of my bed so I could get my jeans on.

It was mostly my ribs so this shouldn't be to hard I took my trousers off her and pulled them over my feet.

I was surprised at how comfortable she was with me just being in my boxers. I finally managed to get them on up to my thighs.