MICHAELS POV
I went back to the hospital and to the room 334.
I sneaked in and saw Mary sleeping.
Ugh, how adorable she looks.
I took out my guitar and started playing Disconnected.
"But I found my sweet escape, when I'm alone with you"
I put down my guitar, and I felt, how hot tear rolled down my cheek.
I miss her so much.
"Mary, I miss you so much. I am really sorry, for how shitty person I've been.
I love you so much, now and always. I just wish, that we could go back to the days, when we drank beer at the beach, sitting on the old swing-set, when we went to the fair, the day, when I told you that I love you.
I love you so much."
I decided to leave, even tough, I didn't get to talk with her.
I'll just come back later.
LUKES POV
I grab the steering wheel and drive way too fast.
The last turn before hospital..
And I'm here.
I turned off the music and stepped out of my car, putting my sunglasses on.
The last thing I need, are some stupid ass fangirls seeing me here.
I stepped in and went straight to the room 334.
The nurse came out, when I just arrived
I took off my sunglasses.
"Is it okay, if I go in there?"
"Another boy just left, and she is still sleeping. If you can go there, without waking her up, then go ahead."
Michael.
"Okay, thank you."
The nurse left and I stepped in.
She was in bed and she looked so pale and... dead.
I sat next to her bed and looked at her.
Her pale face looked so pure and innocent.
I pushed her hair off of her face and took her hand gently.
She opened slowly her eyes and looked suprised.
MARYS POV
I just had a dream, that Michael from 5 seconds of summer visited me in the hospital and played me guitar and sang me disconnected.
As I slowly opened my eyes, to see who's holding my hand, I almost had a heart attack.
"Holy shit. You are Luke Hemmings! Am I dieing and they sent you to make me feel better?"
He laughed, holy shit how hot and cute this is.
"No, don't you remember? I'm your boyfriend."
What. When. How. What.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm pretty sure."
He took out his phone and showed me a picture, where I was kissing him.
"Whoa.. I'm sorry, that I can't remember tough. I wish, that I could."
"That's okay. I'll be here for you. I'll wait and help you."
