Speechless (Muke)

DAY 18:

Words For Mikey: Day 18

Recalcitrant: resisting authority or control; not obedient or complaint; refractory. Or hard to deal with, manage, or operate.

So Lucy and I have been locked in here all day. We have not let anyone else in no matter how hard they pound on the door or how loud they yell at us. It seems as well that we have a friend on the other side of the door. A female doctor addressed as Dr. Nicholson refused outright to give you doctor the key to the room as she has it and she told the head of the hospital not to give it to him either do to dire circumstances she had no time to explain. In a slight break while the others went to eat she slipped us a note reading that she would bring us food and other things we would need. She's coming later in the night to check on you as well. We're not going down without a fight Mikey. I'm not letting you go this time. Not ever again if I can help it. I'll give them hell from the both of us.

I love you,

Luke

Luke didn't sleep at all after his brief twenty minute nap. He woke to fists pounding on the door and angry voices from the hall. Lucy was still asleep so not knowing what else to do Luke placed the little girl on the hospital bed with Michael and watched as she curled herself up against the comatose boys side.

"Luke!" shouted Ashton. Luke walked slowly over to the door.

"Yes,"

"What are you doing in there?" Calum asked.

Luke thought on these words. What was he doing? He wasn't just saving Michael's life or saving his love or saving another person Luke was doing something most people only dreamed of. He wasn't being someone else's hero, he was being his own and saving himself.

"I'm saving myself," he confirmed. "And everything I care about. There is no superman to do it for me and it's too precious to let it go. So maybe I'm rebelling against you and the others, but I'm not going to sit around and let everything I care about fall apart. I'm not going to lose the only thing I'll ever live for. I'm saving Michael and myself,"

"He's not going to do it," Luke heard Ashton tell the others.

"Now what?" asked Calum.

"It's a prosthetic eight year old and an insane teenager. If we don't get our way then we're fucked up,"

Luke's breath caught in his throat and he looked over at Lucy on the bed asleep next to Michael.

"She's eight and three quarters, I'm not insane and you're all delusional," Luke hissed. "Good fucking bye,"

"Luke-"

But Luke wasn't listening. He tuned out the words being thrown at him and the pounding on the door and sat in the chair next to the hospital bed. The night was extremely long, even after the yells and banging had stopped. Luke can't make his brain stop. He certainly has a method, but his method is one he most definitely doesn't want to use. His method is Michael's old method of coping and Luke's refrained from it for so long.

When Lucy wakes up it's at 9:03 in the morning. According to Luke's phone that is. The halls are quiet outside and so Luke allows Lucy to run quickly to the bathroom. The eight year old is back within minutes and she smiles widely at Luke trying to supress a giggle.

"We're like superheroes!" she whisper shouted. "Going against the bad guys and saving the day!"

Luke frowned slightly, "They aren't bad guys, kid. They just don't understand like we do. They really do think it's better to let Michael go,"