together ✖ l.h

three.

I woke up to my mother pacing around the room, her phone stuck to her ear. Couldn't she talk somewhere else? I was trying to sleep. 

"What is it, mom?" I groaned, stuffing a pillow over my head to block out the light. I heard her walk over to my bed, feeling the edge of it dip down as she sat next to me.

"It's your father," She said, snapping her phone shut and resting a hand on my leg. I tore the pillow from my face quickly, sitting up. Was it something bad? Is he dead? He couldn't be. . . He's stronger than Hercules!

"He's in the hospital, in Colorado." My mother continued. I felt my eyes begin to burn, feeling tears form. 

"Apparently he was working himself too hard, and went short of breath. . ." She pursed her lips, looking away from me. 

"He fell from the ladder he was on, and hit his head," Her voice was so quiet, I couldn't really hear it properly. I understood, though. It was a difficult thing to discuss with your only daughter.

"He went into a coma. . . The doctors think he'll have some memory loss." I sucked in a breath, pulling my mother into a tight, bone crushing hug. 

"He probably won't remember us." She choked out, sobbing into my shoulder. My eyes were wide with surprise. How had this all happened so fast? Just yesterday my mother told me he called and said everything was going well with the construction.

Both of our heads turned toward the door when we heard a knock, her standing up to open it. In walked Luke, his expression happy until the moment he saw my face. He set whatever box was in his hand and quickly engulfed me into a hug. My mother left the room, her eyes on the ground.

"What happened?" Luke whispered, hugging me. He pulled away, cupping my face and looking me in the eyes. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head; bottom lip quivering. He nodded, turning around and picking up the box. It was food? I don't know about this. . .

"I brought you food. . ." He smiled, showing off his white teeth. He opened it up, handing me a pair of chopsticks. It was some type of chinese noodles. Looked delicious. We sat down on my bed, crosslegged. He sat it between us, wrapping some noodles up in his chopsticks.

"Thank you." I croaked out, giving him a small smile.

"You're welcome, gorgeous." He stuffed a pile of noodles in his mouth, slurping one up between his lips. I giggled, chewing off a noodle. 

"Would you like to talk about it over our delicious food?" He cocked his head, wiping his mouth off on a napkin.

"My father is in the hospital," I spoke, barely above a whisper. 

"He'll have memory loss, most likely. He won't remember my mother or I." I chewed on my lip, looking out the window beside us. I inhaled deeply, desperately wanting the tears to go away. I couldn't cry anymore. 

"I'm so sorry, Mads." He leaned over, hugging me tightly once more. He pulled away, leaving a kiss on my forehead.

"I'm here for you, alright?" He pulled away, sitting back on the bed. I nodded, smiling. I ate more noodles, keeping my eyes locked on the world outside. I could feel him staring at me, however, which made me slightly uncomfortable. I wasn't really used to extremely hot guys staring at me.

Then, the feeling came on that I dreaded. I scrambled off the bed, running to the bathroom. I dragged my oxygen tank, of course. It had become a habit for me. I guess that's a good habit, though.

"Mads?" I heard Luke run over behind me, resting a hand on my back as I leaned over the toilet. I threw up the very little amount of food that I had, feeling it burn my throat. I squeezed my watering eyes shut, focusing on getting all of it out. I wiped my mouth on a towel, sliding down the wall. Luke sat beside me, pulling me into his arms. I couldn't take it anymore. I broke into sobs; shaking my whole body. 

"Why me?! I'm sick of this!" I cried, feeling Luke pull me into his lap. I nuzzled my head into his neck, feeling the tears stream down my cheeks onto his shoulder.

"I just want to die. . ." I whispered, frowning deeply. He pulled away, a serious look in his eyes.

"Don't say that. Ever." He said, his eyes softening as he saw more tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Mads, I should've known not to bring food. . ." Luke kissed my cheek, his breath against my skin giving me goosebumps. I shook my head, wiping away the tears. 

"It's not your fault," 

"It kind of is. I brought the food." He let out a breathy laugh, furrowing his eyebrows.

"It's fine, Luke, really." I leaned back, flushing the toilet and standing up. Luke stood up behind me, looking at me through the mirror. 

"You should really brush your teeth, your breath is terrible." He teased, earning a playful slap to the arm from me. I brushed my teeth, staring back at Luke through the mirror. 

"You know I'd switch places with you in a heartbeat, right?" He spoke, stepping forward, his hand on my lower back. I licked my lips, staring up at him. It felt like someone broke through my chest and was squeezing the hell out of my heart at that moment. I smiled, inhaling deeply. 

 No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop my feelings from growing.

authors note:

this was really short im so sorry wow

at this rate i'll have this thing done in no time haha hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. xx

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