Sick love ☾ muke au

4.0

It's been a week since I've seen Calum. I've been trying to concentrate on my so called recovery, or at least faking it, like Luke advised me to, but it's really hard when I don't know how Calum is holding up. Luke has been a great help though. He's given me a lot of support and as much as I wouldn't like to admit it, I think I might have some feelings for him. Of course I've found him incredibly good looking since day one, but this is something deeper. I just seem to hang on to his every word when he speaks. I also love the little things he does to cheer me up when I'm down. For example last Friday in class he held my hand behind Lynn's back as I broke down crying thinking about Calum. We were writing that stupid essay on our roots and I couldn't help but write about the raven haired boy too. Luke often also cuddles up next to me for the twenty minutes between checks when I wake up from a nightmare. He's been really lovely and I can feel myself falling for him even though my brain tells me no. I'm not quite sure if it's because of Calum or because I'm not ready to ruin his life too by getting caught with me.

"Earth to Michael", Luke calls me. I must've zoned out again in the middle of a conversation.

"I'm here", I assure him, shaking the earlier thoughts from my head.

"Good, 'cause you've died about ten times in the last two minutes", Luke nods at the tv screen where a game of Call of Duty is in full swing.

"Fuck", I curse, gripping the controller tightly in my hands and charging towards the enemies.

"Die!" I shout at the tv as I shoot an enemy after an enemy in an futile attempt to catch up to Luke who, unlike me, has been paying attention to the game the whole time. My characters Ak-47 can't reload fast enough as I go from 'Bloodthirsty' to 'Ruthless' in no time. As the game ends I am in the lead with just one kill.

"Damn", Luke says in awe. "You really caught up."

"Of course I did", I chuckle. "Should we try that again, without the zoning out part?"

"Since the shocks didn't scare you enough, we'll try something new today."

I'm sat on a chair with my arms strapped down to it. A nurse is trying to get an IV-needle into my arm and I instantly recognize the procedure: it's the nauseating drug Luke told me about on my first week. Talking of Luke, we fell asleep in the same bed last night. Yeah, you guessed it, we were caught by a nurse doing checks and we both got shots. Luke had been doing so well in faking it that I'm sure Dr. Crawford favored him. So that's why I'm the one strapped down to a chair right now. Of course it's not Luke's fault, and even if they were to take him I would've wanted to go in his place. So here I am, waiting for the paralyzing nausea to hit.

In all honestly, though, I was also looking forward to seeing some male beauty, since that's what they show you during the procedure.

"Are you ready?" Dr. Crawford asks and I roll my eyes at the question. Who's ever ready for aversion therapy? Not me.

The first picture shows up and I can feel the drug from the IV slowly making its way into my bloodstream. The moment the nausea hits I want to die. It's worse than any hangover I've ever had and motion sickness is nothing compared to this. It's like you're nauseous as fuck, but you can't throw up to make it better. Your head is spinning and your stomach feels odd but there's nothing you can do about it.

The pictures change, slowly turning to more and more erotic ones as the drug is piling up inside my system. A part of me really wants to scream out that they won, they can do whatever and I'll be straight, but then again I know I could never do that so I just bite my tongue and suffer through the nausea, praying that it will end soon.