Drive//L.H.

~14~

Michael's POV

We all stand up and Calum and Luke spit out a thousand questions. I roll my eyes at their behavior.

"Alright alright. Your friend was injured in a hit in run. The person in the other vehicle ran the stop sign and hit the drivers side of her car. She suffered blunt force trauma to her head, giving her a minor concussion. She has a fractured left leg and her ribs are bruised so she'll be in pain for a few weeks. She should wake up later on tonight because the doctors have her on strong pain medication. You all can see her one at a time." The doctor explains and leaves the waiting area.

As soon as the door closes Ashton, Calum, and Luke start arguing over who gets to see her first.

"She's my best friend!" Calum says.

"Yeah well she's my girlfriend!" Luke argues.

"She doesn't want to see either of you so I go first." Ashton says. I take this chance and sneak out and make my way down the hall to where her room is. I pause before slowly opening the door. I shut it gently not wanting to make too much noise. I pull up one of the cheap plastic chairs that is next to her bed. I take a seat and slowly grab her hand. It was so cold. I look her over and see a few big bruises and the dark bruise on her face. Even like this she's beautiful. She has one of those masks over her face to help her breathe. I notice she has needles in her arm for the IV and other nutrients she needs to get better. She's lying so still and the constant beeping of the heart monitor is the only true sign that she's alive. It felt awkward just sitting here, but I didn't want to leave. I guess I could try talking to her like they do in those stupid movies, but I doubt she'll hear me. Would she even want to listen if she was awake? Either way here goes nothing.

I clear my throat trying to find the right words. "God Cami I'm so sorry and I know that doesn't change anything and it doesn't fix this but I am." I feel so pathetic. My empty words aren't going to make her feel better, or make everything else go away. If I wasn't so afraid of Luke and rejection I would've said no to Ashton. "It's all my fault and I know you don't believe me but it's true. It wasn't just Luke. I think a part of the reason he's mad at everyone is because he hates himself about what happened, and I totally understand that. He's so worried Cam. He's afraid he's going to lose himself if he loses you and that's scary. I thought I would to after you started dating Luke, but what you and Luke have is so much more than I could've given you. Please don't throw away something good because of Ashton. Don't let him win like I did." I whisper. I wipe the tear off my face and kiss her the top of her hand. I stand up and quietly leave the room. I pass the others on my way out and their conversation stops. I keep walking and leave the hospital.

Calum's POV

We all watch as Michael leaves the room in tears. Whatever he saw must be pretty awful. The nurse came back to talk to Luke and Ashton listened in because he's always in everyone's business. I use this as a distraction to slip into her room. "Dammit." I hear Luke mutter. I smirk to myself. I'm not leaving her side until she wakes up. I want to be the first person she sees when she comes to.

I take a seat in the chair next to her bed. I'm assuming this is where Michael was sitting. I brush a loose strand of hair out of her face and smile, almost like she could see me. I hold her hand and notice the size difference. My larger tan skinned hand engulfs her tiny pale one. I notice she's freezing cold, at least her hand is. "Please baby you have to wake up. I need you." I whisper. It was true and I wasn't going to deny it anymore. I needed her just like I needed air to breathe. Luke can shove it. He fucked up his chance and I would never be that stupid.

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I've been waiting for an hour and a half and she still isn't awake. I was a little nervous, thinking she'd be up by now. I sigh knowing I can't wait around forever, after all I had a curfew. I check the clock and see that visiting hours ends in 45 minutes and neither Luke nor Asthon have seen her. I stand up and take a deep breath. My hands were shaking and slightly clammy. I knew this was my only chance. I hovered over her and hesitated. "Don't be a whimp," I mentally tell myself. I close my eyes and lean down and press rough, chapped lips against her soft ones. I pull away and smile to myself. I look back down at her and see her eyes begin to flutter. Shit. I watch her intently as her eyes slowly open. She groans from the harsh lighting. She speaks up so quietly I barely hear her.

I watch as her perfectly soft lips open and mutters the name I never wanted to hear. "Luke?"