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"Okay I'm still not sure if this talking thing works. But I'm still gonna keep doing it," I mumbled into his ear. My tiredness level has gotten to the point where I have most my body on his hospital bed.

Which I'm pretty sure isn't allowed. But fuck the rules am I right?

I've gone through, ten maybe eleven memories. All of which ended in me laughing and crying at the same time. I've gone into depth, and even had to restart a few times from laughing so hard or the same for crying. 

But my baby boy is worth it.

I've been holding his hand, which is now a tad bit warm from my warmth. And running my hands through his locks. Or kissing him on the cheek and lips every now and then. Or even stopping to ask him to make some sort of movement or sign, to know if he can hear me.

Which I just always got my hopes up for because he never did it. Why do I do this to myself?

In the whole three hours I've been here, on a bright and nice Saturday, no one has come to see if he's alive or awake. No one. Not Liz, Andy, or even the better Hemmings; Jack and Ben. I don't understand, how can they be okay when they're baby, and baby brother is in a coma? Could possibly never wake up. I guess that's just me? I mean my own mother thinks I'm dumb enough to do this to see if he responds or not to my voice. Like I said, just me. 

There was a knock at the door, and someone entered. And it was Luke's doctor"Hey sweetie, how is he?" the doctor asked, with a concerned look on his face. "Well I've told him quite a few stories, no response to anything," I said, and frowned.

"Well I'm just here to check up on him, I'll be out of your way in just one moment," he said and did a couple tests on Luke.

I brought the box of memories closer to my chest, I'm less on top of him but my hand still holding his. The doctor soon left after telling me everything looks good, and to keep doing what I was doing. And it was once again just Luke and I.

Getting close to Luke's ear one more time 

"As long as you don't give up on me Luke, there's no way in hell I'm giving up on you," I whispered and kissed right below his ear.

I hesitated before bringing his cut up knuckles to my lips, and letting go of his hand and closing the box, and made my way back to my car.