Speechless (Muke)

DAY 5:

Words For Mikey: Day 5

Pulchritudinous: physical beautiful, comely.

Personally I don't think this word is an all to accurate description of your looks. Not only are you so beautiful on the outside that you steal my breath and fill my heart and make me want to never look away, but you are beautiful on the inside. So few people truly are these days. I spent most of the day by your side. Only once did I leave and that was because Calum made me. I heard the others talking about taking me home for a while, but I won't go. I refuse to leave you here. It took me an hour to decide that leaving you to pee and talk with Cal probably wouldn't be the reason you die. Thankfully you didn't. The doctor told us that your brain activity is inclining slightly. He said it seems like you're having a conversation in your head because of the different brain frequencies and the constant wavering. Do you know that it's been five days? Or does it feel like seconds? Maybe it feels longer, like it's been years or perhaps an eternity. I don't know, I'm not the one in a coma. I think one of the nurses thinks I'm attractive or something. She keeps trying to flirt with me and it's rally pitiful. They all know I'm gay as fuck, but I think she believes I'll get with her to dull the pain or some shit. I won't though, I'm not that kind of guy. You know that right? I won't ever hurt you like that and I won't ever leave you either. I love you far too much. Speaking of, I would love you even more if you'd wake up.

I love you,

Luke

"I was thinking, you know once you wake up, that we should get away for a little while. Travel somewhere for a bit. I read online that it helps lift spirits and make people happier," Luke sat down in the chair that had recently been brought into Michael's room. "I mean, it's probably a load of bullshit, but it would be nice to get away, just you and me," Luke retook Michael's hand in his own and gave it a quick squeeze before laying their entwined hands on his knee cap. "You have to wake up first though,"

Luke didn't even allow himself to hope that his words would have any effect on the comatose boy, but it was evident to all those watching - and there were four - that Michael's silence had an effect on Luke. Especially when the blonde found himself caught up in another round of sobs and tears.

"Why? Why did you do this to me? How, how could you?" Luke's hopeful voice dissipated and his tone became one of a lost anger. An infinite sadness swept over him and Michael. It was a sadness that could only be broken by Michael's awakening, but Michael was showing no signs of that.

"I'm angry, Mikey. I'm so angry and I don't know why I'm angry or who I'm angry at. I'm not angry at you though, never you. I want to be, but I just can't. I love you far too much to be angry with you. Besides, it's not even your fault, you couldn't see any other option because of everyone else. I think I'm angry at myself because I couldn't save you kitten. How could I have just let you go like I did? How could I?"

A hand fell on Luke's shoulder and he didn't have to look up to know it was Ashton. It could have been Calum, but the tan boy was crouching by his side only a few seconds later with both his hands in view.

"I think, Luke, that you should come with me for a little walk," Calum said. "You should probably go to the bathroom too. You can't possibly say you don't have to piss,"

It took an hour. But Calum finally coaxed Luke out of Michael's room to walk and talk. Besides the tall blonde really did have to pee.

Ashton takes his own five minutes with Michael. "You need to wake up, Michael," he starts taking Luke's claimed position in the chair by Michael's bedside. "Every second of every minute of every day takes you farther and farther away from us. The doctor told us that if you die then Luke...he told us that if we lose you we lose Luke as well, as if losing just you wouldn't be hard enough. We can't lose you both. We need you, Mike, and you might have thought nobody cared, but we all do. We can't lose you,"