Fragile // 5sos [under MAJOR reconstruction!]

Three.

"Should we get her flowers or something?" Calum asked uneasily, as they passed the third floral shop on their way to the hospital. Luke sat in silence, admiring the busy people hurrying down the streets to their work. It was a Friday morning before school and on whim they had decided to visit the girl, since the hospital was on the way to their school. Ashton had been so kind to pick them all up and drive them that day.

"Maybe not. That'd be weird." Michael answered from the passenger seat, as he fiddled with the guitar pick he found in his pocket. Ashton's music played softly in the background as they pulled up in the visitor's parking lot. The four of them nervously walked up to the front entrance and asked for the girl, only to be denied at the front desk.

"I'm sorry but you have no relation to this girl, so you can't see her." The woman shook her head, but Michael wasn't going to give up that easily.

"We were at the scene when it happened! If it weren't for us, then no one would have known what happened and she would have been dead. Please, we just want to check up on her and see if she's alright." He argued, and she pursed her lips and looked around.

"So you boys were the ones who saved her? I guess that counts for something... There are also officers there as well so I guess that would be okay..." By then she was only talking to herself, but then with one click on her mouse they were sent up to the second floor in the intense care unit, where she slept in room 14.

Two police officers stood on each side of the door, but Luke was wondering whether it was for the girl's safety or the staff's safety. Calum pushed Ashton along so he would be forced to talk to them for the group. Ashton was always the mature one. He scowled at Calum, but soon his face softened when he smiled up at the scary police men.

"Hello, we're here to see the girl." He informally spoke, and the two looked at him skeptically.

"Who told you she was here?" One asked, his leather boots squeaking as he tensed up.

"The reception desk. You see, we were actually the ones who saved her, so to speak. We just wanted to check up on her and see if she's okay." He explained, and the two looked at each other as if they spoke using blinks. The one on the right side of the door reached over and knocked on the door, before letting himself in and letting the four boys in behind him. He looked over at the girl, who carefully sat up with her eyes widened with a glimmer of curiosity and anxiousness. Her mind was racing with the possibilities of why they were there; were they clients seeing her even in the state she was in? Did they work for her bosses who sent them to take her away? Her monitor sped up again and the nurses inside their offices couldn't believe the amount of pressure her heart took.

The officer shut the door but stayed inside, which seemed to semi relax the girl. But in her perspective, she was relieved because he had a gun, but at the same time she was terrified because he had a gun and he could use it. 

"Hello, we were the ones who found you after the accident. We just wanted to see how you were." Calum said nervously, twiddling his thumbs around. She didn't speak; her eyes wandered up and down the boys and studied how they acted; none walked over to her, they all kept their distances. Maybe they weren't clients, but they could be from her bosses. They were acting nice to make her believe them. To let her guard down. There was no way that was going to happen.

"Hello?" Ashton asked, taking a step closer towards her. By then, her heart was beaten so fast it had gone up to 120, which caused the nurses to fly down the corridor and interrupt their little party. The girl was dripping from nervous sweats and she felt like her heart was going to explode.

"What are you doing to her? Get out, please, you are making her way too uncomfortable!" Melinda scolded, running up to the girl and gently placing her hand on her arm. The girl pulled away, her still bruised eyes looking frantically around for an exit. Her breathing grew unsteadily and she felt sick to her stomach. It was too much, she couldn't hold it in anymore; right then and there and doubled over and vomited what little she had in her stomach onto herself, the nurse, and her bed sheets. The nurse quickly pulled up a bucket placed under the bed and held it under the girl's head, holding her hair back that had escaped from the clip's grasp. She was crying then, gripping the bucket for dear life, hating herself for giving in and showing her weakest state.

The police officer escorted the boys out and shut the door behind them. 

"You need to leave." He ordered, and they were all exasperated but most importantly, upset. How could someone scar another so much that she gets so terrified of people that she ends up like that? They were all shocked and rocked to their core, knowing that some people are treated like that just under their noses and they couldn't do anything about it.

* * *

Later at school, Luke still hung on that possibility that someone could be in trouble. He minimised talking to the people around him, specifically at school. What if someone around here was going through the same kind of coldness and isolation that the girl went through?

He went on a secret mission as he walked around school with Michael and Calum. He tried to snake out some kids who looked remotely alone and hurt. It was bad that he would assume this, but he was paranoid and felt that he needed to do something. Deep down he knew he could because he indirectly saved that girl. He could do it again.

He looked over to the kid in year 12 who always sat by himself at the basketball courts. He was curled in the corner, listening to his music through his earbuds. His eyes were sunken and he looked glum. Maybe Luke could help him. He carefully peeled off of Calum and Michael as they turned the corner and he made a beeline straight to the boy. He was going to help someone.

"Hey," he said, standing next to him as he eyes him annoyingly.

"What do you want?" He asked, standing up and dusting off his hands. He was considerably thin framed but much taller than Luke was. Luke smiled pitifully at him, unintentionally, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Look, I think I know what you're going through. I can help you with your problems." He said quietly, and the boy shrugged him off and looked angry.

"What the hell are you on about? I ain't got no problems that you can help with," he snapped, his hands balling into fists. "Maybe you should just fuck off and mind your own business."

Luke felt his anger, but figured he only defensive. He was determined.

"Listen to me. I can help, I've seen what you've been through. If you're getting hurt, I can make sure that you won't ever feel scared again." Luke reassured, but this only offended the guy. It sucks that Luke was the only oblivious person in the school that concerned this particular boy; he stays up all night playing violent video games, which makes him easily irritable. At that moment, Luke reminded the boy of the therapist that his mum makes him see every week. He always wanted to punch his therapist in the face, and Luke was the next best thing.