5 Seconds of Summer Preferences 2.0

#128: You're Admitted To The Hospital

A/N: 

So hey, it's been a while! I've been in and out from the hospital for the last months after a surgery I had in my foot. As a few of you know, I fractured my foot four different places last year and I couldn't get it operated until now which means I'm currently on crutches and not allowed to walk. It's been a hell of a ride for me visiting it so often and the Ashton one is very important to me. It's literally the goodbye between my boyfriend and I as he had to leave at night when I was admitted. 

Luke:

"What do I do if I can't walk? Should I just stay in a wheelchair for a whole day? Not to mention going to the toilet? Do I need assistance for that?" The questions flied from your lips within seconds. Your mind almost couldn't keep along but it was just as confused as the rest of you. Things had been going so fast you could barely keep along with it. Everything from the second you fell down the stairs over Luke's old sports bag packed for a trip to the gym and to the point where the ambulance had picked you up. You tried to convince him at first, it wasn't something huge. But as time progressed and your knee had turned into the size of a grapefruit you started to question it. Luke, on the other hand, didn't hesitate at all but kept to his previous statement. There was no need of staying home when you were in a condition like this. You looked at him with his crossed arms over his chest and a smirk smeared on his lips. "You don't have to worry about anything. They said that things are okay, your knee is feeling better and all you need is to make sure it gets plenty of rest and not much of the walking." "So what you're saying is my destiny is to be in a wheelchair?" You asked with wide eyes, looking up at Luke as he had tried to explain himself. Luke looked down at his feet a little confused, his mind trying to come up with something that didn't argument against his previous sentence. "I'm sure you will get some crutches to use but for now as long as we wait for the last results we just have to use the wheelchair okay? I promise you I will drive safety and nothing is going to happen." Luke made sure to add pressure on the last bit of the sentence, wanting you to feet as secure as possible. It was a bit of a thing to put your life into someone else. Or maybe that was a bit overdramatic. "Just promise me you won't drive into something that hits my knee." You mumbled and he nodded his head in agreement. "Of course." He sat next to you on the hospital with a smile. You nodded your head and leaned back into the pillow that didn't even have a case on it. You looked at him as he moved hair away from your face and caressed your cheek. "How come you be so calm?" You leaned your head to the side. "Because even though I'm shitting inside I'm not the one who's actually suffering. So if you don't feel like the brave one I will instead." You looked at him as if it was the sweetest thing he could possibly say. Leaning your head against his chest you sighed heavily, feeling the urge to hug the life out of him because that was how you knew you would recover the best.

Calum:

"I can't walk out like this." Your statement made Calum stop in track from pulling socks over the handles of the wheelchair. His hair had fallen in front of his eyes during the process and he looked up at you a bit confused. "What do you mean?" He leaned his head to the side and stopped from what he was doing. You looked down in your lap with a shy expression and shrugged your shoulder. You didn't know what to properly say, you didn't feel there was an excuse for it. You had been stuck to the bed since the second you had been rolled into your private hospital room. The pains had been covered by the pills and you could stand up almost without problems. But it was like no matter what complications came in the way. Not that it had something to do with your surgery or anything, it was just you who messed up everything in your mind. At first you had been bawling your eyes out explaining to Cal that you regretted everything. But as he had mentioned you would have died of appendicitis if the doctors didn't do anything. And if it wasn't because of the pains from the surgery it was because of the large scar that was left on your stomach. Everything just seemed like a big blur and now also the fact that he had suggested you needed a walk even if it had to be in a wheelchair. At first it sounded like a great idea but as he had wrapped it up in a blanket from home and a pillow you couldn't help but feel sad instead. "I-, I just feel like an old lady at a nursing home who can't take care of herself... I feel like it's humiliating." Calum looked carefully as you explained and took your hands to lead you over to the wheelchair. "Listen..." He carefully whispered and caressed your fingers. "This is a hospital... Nobody will look down at you for not being able to handle yourself right now. It's how it is and I promise you the second you are able to do normal stuff again we will." You blinked twice trying to get the tears away and leaned into his hand when it came up to touch your cheek. "But we also need to look at the bright side. And since we have this Y/N mobilo we should use it and go for a walk." You had to give him, he was truly the best convincer ever. You nodded your head carefully and sat down onto the blanket that he had decorated and looked up at him. "Good. I love you and don't ever think just because you're disable for a day I will leave you." He opened the door to the hospital room and started to roll you out. At least trying his best to avoid knocking you into the door frame. "Now let's go invade this hotel like we're at a shopping mall."

Michael:

"You should avoid hot liquids for the next couple of days. I suggest you eat cool simple things such like ice cream. Not something major and don't expect to not throw up because your neck is going through changes and need more cells to fix your wounds." You nodded your head repeatedly, trying to keep up with everything the nurse was telling you even though it was going through a fast pace. She had a whole list of rules that she needed to go through with you, not that she expected much because your head was still feeling light from waking up. The surgery had gone pretty well, you had even gotten the chance to see what your tonsils looked like out of your throat. Calum was standing next to you with a question sign on his face. As Michael had left to do some business he was your only watcher and tried to keep up with the things just like you. "Weight loss is very common as well but don't panic. Once your throat isn't sore anymore and your hunger comes back you will gain the lost weight eventually." You nodded your head again, sincerely hoping that Calum was the one taking mental notes. "I think that is it. You will be able to walk home later today when you're feeling 100% better. I will check on you within the next hour." The nurse walked out of the room and suddenly gave you both peace. You looked up at Calum with wide eyes, having the exact same expression as him. "Well, that was certainly a lot to remember." He mumbled and looked at his phone to see Michael had texted. "You don't say," You leaned your head. "Is it Mike? Is he coming back?" "Yeah." Calum responded with a puzzled look on his face. You wanted to ask what the reason for his sudden expression was but it was pretty explained once the door to the hospital room opened. Inside came Michael, with a large smile on his face and also a huge bag filled with ice cream. "What is this?" You asked confused and watched him as he kissed your forehead as hello. "The nurse I spoke to in the hallway said lots of ice cream," He explained and showed you, "So I literally bought everything you can possibly get. "hazelnut, pistachio, chocolate, strawberry, and I also found this one with peanuts but I guess that will just be me and Cal eating this." You couldn't help but smile wide by his words and that was the first time throughout the pain. "Thank you so much Michael... You didn't have to do this." He shrugged his shoulder and smiled down at you lovingly. He would fly all the way to Italy just to make sure you would get the best ice cream he could find. Giving out the spoons you already dug yours into the hazelnut one, letting Cal and Michael share the peanut one.

Ashton:

You looked up at the clock with tears cornering in your eyes and a devastated expression on your face. You had kept your head high. Since 9 AM this morning you had made sure to show nothing else but excess, not wanting to show that there was a sad side to getting a surgery. You had been doing so well since getting your foot operated. By the help of crutches you had even been at the toilet twice during the day. Ashton had been sitting by your side determined not to go anywhere. It was like he was glued to the chair, but not with the happy expression he usually wore. It was filled with many emotions at once, mostly mixing between trying not to cry and not to break. He wanted to be the bigger one, he knew you were indeed the one who was suffering but deep down he couldn't keep it in. You had been staring at the clock for god knows how many times, praising inside of your head that it wasn't 9 PM yet and visitor time was over. You had been going through anesthesia, antibiotics in venflon and countless of morphine and painkillers but nothing could compare to this exact moment. "I cant-, I can't get myself to do it." Ashton's voice was shaky, just like his breathing. He was standing with his jacket over his arm, torn between keeping up with the rules and just wanting to sit right back in the horrible chair he had been glued to all day. "You know you have to." You had been crying heavily the last two hours. You just couldn't stop. As the night was passing on you didn't think any of this was funny anymore. But you had to stay here for the night, you needed the extra oxygen and antibiotics to make sure the wounds would heal probably with no infections. "How can somebody do this? How can somebody just leave their loved ones alone at the hospital?" "Everything else needs sleep. We can't just wake up the rest of the hospital." You knew it wasn't the right reason and to be honest you didn't even want to sound at your own words. You looked at each other knowing that it had to be done so you held your breath carefully. "I love you." He whispered and kissed you softly on your lips. "I love you too, Ashton." You ran a hand through his hair. He bit down on his lip as he moved away, both wanting to look at you but also wanting to look at the floor. You watched as he walked towards the door that was hidden behind a wall and once just the sight of him was gone you broke down. It was a loud sob that filled the quiet room and Ashton had barely gotten out of the door before he stormed right back to you. "I can't do this." He sat down on the bed again and held you close as you cried. "I can't and will not leave you like this."