*important a/n* character swap from ashton to luke because i feel like luke suits the role much better and its easier to place him in such imagery but ash calum and michael will appear later on :) *
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"What about you? Luke asked, "Girls like you don't usually drift to places like this,"
"Girls like me?"
His body slanted forwards across the table, his face a distinct reflection to mine. He tangled his fingers in a piece of hair that fell astray next to my jawline, concentrating on that and continuing, "One of those who spend their adolescent years panicking about college and the occasional boy; hung up on the posters on her wall more than the posters of her conscience." his fingers stopped and his eyes locked with mine, "So undefined."
"I guess that shows how little we know about each other," I whispered.
A smirk poked at the corner of his mouth and he repeated, "So why?"
I leaned back in my chair, increasing the distance between us, "Pretentious little brother."
The scratch of his chair against the linoleum tile pierced my ears as he scooted forward, "Troublemaker?"
"Something like that,"
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We'd finished our talk without questions too in-depth about what happened to my brother and parted to our altered rooms. I approached the ICU with unfamiliar anxiety and anticipation. They directed me to 134B and I moved steadily, trying to resist any form of emotional deficiancy. The curtain was pulled back, revealing my brother; submerged in breathing tubes and coiled circuits. Holding in whatever sanity I had left, I held my brothers hand in mine. His hands were cold and chapped. I couldn't speak, I could just hope our previously strong intuition would deliver all my wishes better than words ever could.
A hand brushed my shoulder, "It's time for surgery, Scar." My eyelids closed tightly and I gently pecked my brother's hand one last time.
"Please take good care of him," I said as loud as I could without bursting into hysterics.
"It's going to be okay, sweetie." He slid past, sending a shooting pain through the core of my head. The first time I heard those words, Dakota had nearly bled to death right before me. The statement always seemed like a premonition to my brother's death sentence.
