King Luka

15.

I slam the door shut from the office and storm up to my room. 'Because I didn't love him'?! Bull! It was him who didn't love me! Ugh! Men!

After calming down I grab my laptop, a blanket, and a pillow, and I make my way to the roof. The roof has been my favorite spot since I got here. It is my place to relax and unwind.

The darkness of the night envelopes around me as I push past the door. The slightly cold air nips at my exposed arms. A chill runs up my spine as I walk from my place to the outside seat and glass table. The table and chair are covered by the very large, dark orange umbrella; which is wrapped in Christmas lights. I place my computer down on the table while I situate myself on the seat. I click a button on the counter, illuminating the lights.

I settle down in my seat, preparing for a fun evening watching Netflix. Not long after I have begun watching the show, someone stumbles up the stairway and up onto the roof. Being quick, I shut off the lights and close my laptop.

The sudden darkness makes it difficult to make out the figure. The person sways in the small breeze and just stares at the pack grounds. The mumble that utters from their lips informs me that this figure is, in fact, a male. He trips forward until he reaches the edge of the roof. He unsteadily puts his foot up on the ledge. I squint my eyes trying to figure out what he's doing. He turns on his heel and begins stumbling along the ledge.

I stand up and begin to walk closer to them. The closer I get I can hear the slight singing of the man and see the sloshing of the liquid in the bottle.

"-pocket full of poseys; ashes, ashes; we all fall down," The voice sings and a bottle slips from their fingers. The bottle falls to the ground with an ear shattering sound. My eyes widen and my breath catches in my throat as he leans towards the crushed bottle; three stories below us.

I lunge forward and snag the back of their shirt and fly him backwards, towards me; towards safety.

He flops onto the gravel, sending it everywhere. The breeze stops and I'm finally able to catch the scent of this mysterious man. The smell of Luka invades my senses and I choke on air. I start hyperventilating as I run to the table to turn on the light. After the light shines onto his face, my fears were confirmed.

I push my hair back with my hand as I stare at him in disbelief and horror. His head lolls to the side and his magnificent blue eyes flutter shut as he falls into unconsciousness.

I don't know how long I tug his arm towards the door and scream at the top of my lungs for help, until Alpha Kai busts through the door. He stands there staring at the non-moving form with wide eyes.

"Don't just stand there you idiot! Help me!" I screech at him. This snaps him out of his reverie and he rushes towards me. The next few minutes blur by me. We're carrying him to the infirmary, running past everyone. All the noises and people and shapes; they're all gone.

They put Luka onto a gurney and roll him into a place behind closed doors. The doctors and Alpha Kai restrict me from walking any further. I sink to the ground and watch as the doors swing shut behind him, not knowing what will come. But one thing I do know, disturbs me beyond comprehension.

Luka almost just committed suicide.

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I sit on the hard plastic chairs in the waiting room for only Goddess knows how long. Sometime ago, Eli joined me. We sit waiting for the doctor to come and get us; to tell us something, anything about Luka.

After the second hour my tears had stopped. Now I just simply watch the families and doctors walk by. A young boy broke his arm. A mother gave birth. A daughter goes in for shots. It's all I can see right now. That's all I can see without breaking into tears again.

Finally, a doctor emerges from the doors Luka was rolled behind. His expression is grim as he regards us. My heart drops. My hand searches for Eli's as we await the news.

"Are you two here for Luka Accardi?" he solemnly asks. We both silently reply, nodding our heads.

"Well... he's not dead." he attempts to joke. I crack a minuscule smile at the joke.

The doctor goes into detail about how they ran every test they could think of; they scanned every body part; they did all they could, but they couldn't figure out what the hell he did to himself.

"Would you like to see him?" he quietly asks after letting us process. I nod my head and push myself up off of the chair a little wobbly. He leads Elias and I to the room where he was being kept.

The nice doctor pushes the door open wider for us to step through. Tears threaten my vision as I look at my mates' form laying on the hospital bed. A large plastic tube sticks out of his mouth, a heart monitor is strapped to his chest, other small plastic tubes stick out of his arms, the sight was horrific.

From his position from beside me Eli sucks in a large breath at the sight. A few rogue tears slip out of my eyes and on my cheeks. I swallow down the lump in my throat and my hands shake at my sides. I walk numbly to the bedside.

"I'll... I'll give you some time alone with him," Eli mutters out before turning on his heel and leaving the room. The door shuts behind him with a soft click. I take a seat beside his bed and grasp his hand in mine. The heart monitor speeds up at the contact. A small chuckle erupts from my lips. I rub my thumb along the back of his palm.

Until this moment I have never noticed how bad he really looked. His usually bright blue eyes had been lifeless; his hair was limp, the white streak was starting to go away; the stubble lining his jaw had increased to almost a full beard.

His breaths are coming out short as I think about what I want to say to him.

"Hi, Luka. I don't know if you can hear me. Half of me wants you to, the other half not so much," I softly smile.

"I didn't know you would do this to yourself, Luke. I wish you wouldn't have," I mutter. "Come back to us, Luke. Don't leave us here without you."

I say nothing more before standing up and pressing a kiss to his slightly cold forehead. I pull the sheets up further, to cover him more. I swiftly walk out of the room, leaving Eli to say whatever he needs to say.

The thought of Luka sick, scares me enough. The thought of him dying... that is terrifying.