Thank you Lukeyy_The_Penguin for this idea
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Luke felt tears pouring from his eyes as he looked as what he had done.
He held his wrist in his hand, unable to hide the pain that was shooting through it.
He looked at the floor and saw Michaels favorite guitar in two pieces. He had tripped as he walked in the door, and taken the guitar down with him.
He quickly slid the guitar under the dresser. Michael could not see that or he would be so mad at him.
Luke also was not a good liar at all, so he just decided to ignore the pain in his wrist so he could avoid the questions Michael would ask him if he found out.
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The next morning when Michael woke up, he pulled Luke's sleeping body back into his chest.
Luke jolted out of his sleep when his wrist was pressed against Michaels chest.
He bit his lip so he wouldn't cry out but there were involuntary tears already falling from his eyes.
He kept his head hidden in Michaels chest so he wouldn't see.
Michael looked down and noticed Luke's wrist was dark purple, and the area around that was swollen and bruised.
"Luke?" Michael asked, and the blonde boy looked up a little.
"What happened to your wrist?" Michael asked, and Luke just slowly moved it out of Michaels sight.
"Nothing happened." He whispered.
"You're crying... it hurts doesn't it?" Michael said and Luke softly nodded.
"What happened to it? What did you do? And why the hell did you not tell me when it happened?" Michael asked, sitting up.
"I- I was too scared to tell you." Luke cried, and Michaels face softened.
"Michael I- I came into the r-room and i tripped and I fell on my wrist, but when I fell, I landed on your favorite guitar and now it's broken and I was really scared you would yell at me." He said, sniffling, trying to dry up his tears, but he couldn't. He was waiting for Michael to get mad.
"Luke! I don't care about the guitar. You're hurt, and you should've told me yesterday!" Michael said, standing up and putting on different clothes.
"You're not mad at me?" Luke asked as Michael put on his sweatshirt.
"No I'm not mad at you." Michael told him, pausing what he was doing to kiss his forehead.
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"Look Mikey! I've never had a cast before!" Luke told him when Michael came into the room.
Michael smiled at Luke who was admiring his new black cast.
"Milestone.." Michael laughed, walking over to Luke, kissing his head.
"Do you feel better?" Michael asked, and Luke nodded, leaning his head on Michaels shoulder.
"Good. Luke, don't you ever try to hide it from me when you're hurt. You're more important to me than a guitar. I could never be mad at you."
