Bucket List (Muke Fic)

Chapter Eight

Michael shook Luke’s shoulder, kissing him gently as he woke the boy from his nap.

“Mmf?”

“It’s time for your chemo, Luke.”

Luke made a distressed noise, rolling over.

“Please, no.”

“It’s supposed to help you babe, please?”

Luke whimpered before rolling out of bed, wrapping his arms around Michael.

“’S not fun.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Michael brought him downstairs, getting ready to give him the shot as Luke scrolled through Twitter.

“Ready?”

“I say no every day.”

Michael sighed softly, and Luke set his phone down, Michael kissing his nose as Luke looked up at the fluffy haired boy.

“You know it only hurts a bit.”

“The shot, yeah.”

Michael sighed again, giving Luke the chemotherapy shot. Luke winced, and Michael felt a twinge of guilt from hurting his boyfriend.

“Sorry.”

“’S fine.”

Michael smiled slightly, yet his smile was clearly fake from seeing his Luke in pain.

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Michael got up off of the couch, walking to the bathroom. Luke had gotten up from their cuddle session to go to the bathroom half an hour ago, but he still had not come back to their cuddle ball. Michael was finally done with waiting, almost sick with worry in case Luke had passed out or something along those lines. He knocked on the bathroom door, softly calling Luke’s name.

“No!”

“Luke-”

“I’m not coming out!”

Michael half considered making a joke about how Luke had already ‘came out’, but then his extreme concern set in again, and he knocked harder.

“Lucas Robert Hemmings, you tell me what’s wrong right now so I can help you!”

The door unlocked, and Michael opened it, stepping inside and looking at Luke, who appeared to be quite distraught at whatever current situation that he was in.

“Luke…”

Luke wrapped his arms around Michael, burying his face in the older boy’s chest. Michael rubbed his back, still confused as Luke seemed to be fine and unhurt, or at least he did physically.

“What’s wrong?”

Luke stepped back, closing his eyes in shame as he ran his fingers through his quiff, several clumps of hair coming out with his fingers. He shook his hand, and Michael watched as they floated to the floor, joining other clumps of Luke’s blond hair, which he had not previously noticed, having been to concerned about Luke’s wellbeing.

“Oh, no, Luke.”

Luke made a choked sound as he opened his eyes again.

“I’m scared to brush my hair, I don’t wanna shave my head.”

“It looks like you have to, you have little bald spots now that I look.”

“NO!”