Dyed Hair Rock Show [Michael Clifford]

Disconnected // Part 10

"...wake up," I was being lightly shook.

"She isn't going to wake up like that," Luke said, and shook me hard.

I opened my eyes, "Huh? I'm up."

"It's 6am, the doctors have news for us," Calum smiled. I smiled lightly, he was making this feel less of everything.

We got up. Michael grabbed my hand and we all walked into an empty patients room. The doctor sighed, "So what exactly happened? I've been hearing multiple things and need to know the true details."

I perked up, I hadn't gotten told the full story.

"Well.." Calum started them all off.

"He was on the roof, because he wanted us all to go sit up there, and he was climbing up- he got up there. He stood and it had rained a little while ago," Luke said.

"A day or two ago," Michael corrected.

"I said I didn't think it was very dry, and he was wearing vans which aren't good with water, miss," Calum added.

Luke continued on, "Anyways, he was on the roof, and after he stood, he moved his leg, slipped, and fell. He fell forward, and off the roof, onto the trampoline."

Michael, "The trampoline, of course, caught him- well, not exactly caught. He landed on the trampoline but the trampoline was slightly slick so he slid off of the trampoline, hitting his head. When he lightly fell off of the trampoline, he landed on his back."

"We ran over to him ASAP," Calum finished, "And he wasn't coming to."

The doctor nodded, "I see. Thank you, I will go analyze the patient- Ashton?" She looked over at us questoningly and we nodded. "Alright, I will go do my analytics of Ashton and get back to you as soon as I am come to a conclusion/diagnosis."

We smiled, and just nodded at her as in a thank you, so we all wouldn't say It.

We sat there, me cuddled into Michael as we all sat on the bed thing. Luke stood there with h is arms crossed, closing his eyes. Gosh, he was tall.

Calum sat criss-crossed behind us, then got up, standing by us and he lifted his phone, snapping a picture. He sat back down.

"Really?" Luke sighed.

I laughed. He gave me a tired, done look. "It's okay, Luke. Calm down."

Luke smirked, "Yeah, blondie."

"I'm not the only blonde."

"Guys." Michael said.

"What, can't take me scuffing with your girlfriend?"

Michael sighed and stiffened.

"So Ms. I'm-not-the-only-blonde, is your attitude really needed in this situation?" Luke remarked.

"I'm not sure, is yours?"

He smirked again, "Damn, really?"

"As a matter of fact, yes."

Michael got up, and slipped out the door, "I'm going to get a drink of water."

"Great, he's gone." Luke smiled, "I knew that would work."

I looked at him confused, "Why?"

"I know you and Ashton, have chemistry. You do too, don't fucking lie. That is, why you're here?" He interrogated.

"I'm here," I lightly breathed. "Because Ashton and I are friends, and Michael wanted me to come with you. Whatever "chemistry" you're talking about is gone."