That Boy With The Beanie

Fragile

Luke was layed in a room alone. There was a machine near him that was beeping which i assumed was his heart rate. He had about 5 tubes going in his neck, nose, arms, chest and one through his ear. He looked like he hadnt slept for weeks, his eyes were sore. He had large cuts amd bruises everywhere. His hair was patted down, which kind of suited him. He had a nasty scratch near his eye, which was still really bloody.

A doctor stood by the beeping machine, while a nurse wrote down numbers and codes. Ash sat next to Luke on a platic chair. He looked at Luke then at the nurse. "Can he like, hear us, at all?" Ashton asked the nurse, who turned to face us.

"Well, we arent quite sure yet" she said, looking at Luke "We don't know if he's um" she looked at the doctor, who shook his head no, amd the nurse nodded at him. She looked at her clipboard quickly before adding "We will know more soon"

"C'mon Charley, sit down" Ashton said, pulling a chair next to him. I sat, and Michael found a chair too. We didnt speak for a while, and as the beeping machine continued to beep, and the nurse continued to write down numbers, I swear I was going insane. I needed Luke, I really did, but he had no clue. What if he will wake up with amnesia, and forget about these stupid little things. All the small things we do, what if he forgets about me? I may never see him laugh at one of my crap jokes, or see his eyes light up when we talk.

"Are you okay? Well you know what I mean..." Michael asked, looking at me. I just nodded, and Michael nodded back. He put a hand through his hair, playing with it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS VERY SHORT

I WILL DOUBLE UPDATE TOMORROW

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