"Im such a terrible person." Michael sighed walking down the hospital hallways. "Im a monster, thats what i am." He mumbled again walking into the room he officially hated. The room he's been walking in and out of for two weeks now.
His heart broke for the millionth time seeing his boyfriend laying in the bed pale, motionless, unconscious, lifeless-
Michael walked up to the bed sitting all the things he brought down with the previous things he brought from the past two weeks.
He brought the blonde everything he could think if. Chocolates, balloons, stuffed animals, and yellow roses (because they were Lukes favorite flower)
Michael gripped his two hands onto his lovers hand bringing it to his mouth kissing it, a few tears falling from his cheeks. "Luke..." Michael began. "My pretty princess, please, please wake up." He mumbled.
"I got that new The 1975 merch you wanted. Are you gonna wake up to wear it?" His voice was weak, he was losing hope and it was all his fault.
"Fuck, Luke I'm so sorry." He quietly cried still hold the blondes hands, probably soaking it in tears. "Its all my fault, im such a terrible person." Michael stopped talking deciding to calm himself down.
"The other day i was at the mall getting your roses from your favorite store and Cal was with him and when we walked out the store he bumped into this large scary man." Michael sadly chuckled. "He quickly sad sorry and walked away but it was pretty funny."
Michael looked up seeing luke not moving or reacting the slightest bit. "I got your favorite chocolates, see?" Michael said pulling a piece of caramel filled chocolate in from of Lukes face waving it under his nose. "Smell it? Wake up and you can have it." Michael sniffled realizing he probably looked like an idiot right now.
"This is all my fault." He whispered to himself. "If I just saw that car.." he began before crying again. "If i just saw that car and stopped, if I moved out its way... Fuck.. why couldn't it be me? It should've been me." He continued, hot tears running down his face while he looked at the wall.
"I hate you so much right now." Michael said looking at the sky as if he was talking to god. "So much for making miracles happen." Michael stopped himself deciding to spend his limited time with Luke.
"Lu, we were suppose to get married, have kids! One boy and two girls. We were suppose to get in stupid arguments, we were suppose to grow old and die then. Not now Luke! Were not suppose to die now! You're 23 god damn it!" Michael groaned still seeing luke not have a reaction. "Wake the fuck up!" Michael screamed but not loud enough for anyone outside the room to hear, tears constantly running down his face.
"Shit." He swore. "You can't do this Luke. Stop being selfish, you can't leave me? What do you think this is? Some kind of game you thought would be fun to play?" He shook his head. "Come on Baby. You're turning 24 next month, we were gonna try for a baby." Michael began. "Do you really want to give up our future? Your future?" Michael asked.
"You're so beautiful, you look so sick and bad yet you're still the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on." Michael explained. "We both know im not one to cry but, crying has now become a normal daily thing for me. I can't stand seeing you like this."
"I miss your jokes, i cant stand stand how cold the bed is without you in it." He shook his head.
"Luke i know this is selfish of me but please make it out of this. If you do ill never ask you for anything again." Michael laid his head on Lukes lower stomach. "They– they want me to sign the papers. They want to pull your plug." "I need you to show at least the tiniest bit of a sign to give them a reason to not pull it."
When Luke still didn't reply Michael had officially lost all hope.
"Its gonna be okay Luke, you're gonna be okay." He sadly smiled with tears.
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