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Picking up my phone and slipping on some Toms, I make my way out the door, keys in hand. "Going to see Luke Mom, be back soon!" I yelled, shutting the door behind me.

Putting the keys into the ignition, my car coming to life. I backed out of my driveway, and made my way to the hospital where my boyfriend is currently at lying lifeless on white sheets with tubes down his throat and surrounded by the white walls of the hospital room. Making sure I brought the box of photos with me, the doc said it's good to speak to him.

Because he can hear everything that goes on around him, and I'm sure he's scared. I'd be happy if the one I loved was there for me everyday and every step of the way. I'd like to know someone hasn't given up on me. Because that wouldn't be fair. Just knowing he can hear me, motivates me. Because right now, I have no room to be sad. I have to be there for both of us.

Caught up in my thoughts, I just realized I was here. Parking, and grabbing the box, I walked up to the doors of the emergency room. Walking in and shivering, fuck hospitals are always cold and smell like cleaning products to the point it nauseates me.

Giving a small smile to the heavy set nurse with a blonde bob at the front desk, I made my way to Luke's room. Taking the stairs, because it's on the second floor no need to take the elevator. Walking past other patients rooms, all the way to the ICU. Probably one of the coldest rooms in the hospital. Grabbing a pump of the mandatory Germ X, I finally walked in. There he is, pale and lifeless. The sounds of multiple beeps showing he's alive. I let out an audible sigh, and closed my eyes briefly, thank god he's still alive. I sat down in the the uncomfortable armchair, box still in hand, and slowly slid my hand across the top of it. Removing the invisible dust. Really just stalling from going through the memories.

Letting out an audible breath once more I opened the box of pictures. I grabbed his cold hand, and ran my other through his gold locks. Then running my hand down his face, tracing his features "It's gonna be okay Luke." I whispered my voice coming out weak, and kissed his forehead "It's gonna be okay."