No Love Like This (BOYXBOY) **Under Construction**

Chapter 8

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Luke's POV

I wake abruptly to an annoying beeping noise that makes my brain throb. I try to move my arms but my whole body is screaming in agony like I've been mowed over and tossed around like a rag doll. Assuming my body's gonna keep talking to me if I move another inch, I settle back into bed and glance around the room finally realizing for the first time this isn't my room.

Instead of being surrounded by a sea of blues and pictures of my pack on the walls, everything is bare and plain. The walls are a boring beige shade and the only picture on the wall is that one mass produced Von Gogh artwork that everyone seems to like. The bed sheets are thinner than I'm used to and the mattress is stiff. My clothes are gone and instead I'm sporting the latest fashion of ass-less gowns. The smell of alcohol and pennies overpower my senses and my throbbing headache increasingly gets worse. I squint up at the beeping monitor on my left and follow the wires down to my arm and across my chest.

The obvious answer is that I'm at the pack hospital but for the life of me I can't remember how I got here or why for that matter. The last thing I recall is lying down with Zayne wrapped in my arms underneath the willow tree behind school. Anything after that causes my headache to become monstrous. At best I get a few blurry glimpses of passing trees as if I was running and then...nothing.

Silently panicking, I press the call nurse button next to my bed.

"Yes?" A young female's bored voice sounds through the intercom.

"Is there a patient named Zayne here?"

"What?"

I growl, growing impatient. "When I was admitted, was there another person that came with me?"

"I just got here so I don't know," she sighs loudly. I can literally hear her rolling her eyes as she continues talking, "And even if I knew that I can't tell you. You can ask the doctor when she gets there." And she turns off the speaker without another word.

I sit there fuming for about five seconds before I start ripping off wires and discarding them to the side. Both my memory and Zayne are missing and I need both of them right now; Zayne more so than the memory. It isn't until I take off the heart monitor from finger and jerk the IV from my arm that I finally sit up and sling my legs over the bed.

Instant head rush causes me to rub my temples and concentrate on not throwing up, the screeching monitor is only making it worst. I don't even get my feet on the ground before the door bursts open and in walks two buff guys followed by a devilish smirking woman sporting a severely tight hair bun and oval framed glasses.

"Mr. Forrester, you're being a very troublesome patient right now."

I smirk pass the pain. "Dr. Forrester, if you look closely you'll see that I don't give one flying f--"

"Luke! Finish that sentence and I'm telling my brother on you," she yells, trying to hide her smile with a severe look but failing to let it reach her eyes.

I roll my eyes. "Auntie, you and I both no there's no way that's gonna happen. Besides, aren't I your favorite nephew?"

"You were before Redding was born. He's much cuter, way more obedient, and more charming than you ever were. Plus, he doesn't show up at my ER half dead from doing something so damn stupid!" She finishes, actually looking pissed this time.

Aunt Crystel is my dad's younger sister and by far my favorite relative. She's the only person I know that can put dad in his place without backing down or flinching when he gets angry. She's athleticly built like most she-wolves and has the same oceanic blue eyes and stubborn jaws like the rest of the Forrester family. The only difference is that she has dark brown hair, almost black, that reaches to the center of her back but mostly she keeps it in a bun.