Unpredictable (Michael Clifford Fanfiction)

Chapter 18: Recovery

(Warning: Cheesy Cliché Chappie)

Chapter 18: Recovery

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(Unedited Chapter)

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(Bailey's POV:)

After the hell long flight, we're now here in Los Angeles. Not because we will have a pretty nice vacation but for Michael. Before the we step in the plane, Calum texted me that Michael is now in critical condition. His suffer from internal bleeding and now, he's in coma. Oh God, why him? Why Michael? Why?

"That's okay Bay, you'll see him."

I nod. She assured and hug my side. That's why I adore this bestfriend of mine. She always knows the right to comfort me whenever I'm lonely or sad.

After our bags was checked. We headed outside the airport. L.A. is so hot. Because its summer. The sun rays quickly hits my face. My skins starts to shade in red. But I didn't mind the heat I need to see Michael right now.

Ahliya texted Luke already that we land and we're just waiting outside the airport. 30 minutes of standing outside waiting for Luke, a black SUV appears and when the driver's door opens, Calum climbed out of the car and in the other side is Luke.

"Bailey, Ahliya!"

Calum greeted, giving us his big ressuring hug. Luke clears his throat and Calum release from the embrace. Luke hug me first before he hug Ahliya.

"C'mon guys! You can hug later."

I said pulling them from each other.

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We're now in the hospital where Michael was admitted. Ashton approached us and give us his hugs. He look sleepless and there's bags under his eyes. Woah, he cared so much for Michael.

"Where's Michael?"

I quickly asked. Ashton lead me the way to Michael's room. According to Ashton, the doctors decided to transfer Michael to a private room (Ward) so no fans can go roaming around inside and taking some selfies. (That's probably weird if they do that.)

When we reach to Michael's room, my hands is shaking, I feel like I'm going to cry any seconds. But my will on seeing Michael pushed my fears away and I finally opened the door.

He's there. Lying motionless, he's like a dead. Only the sound of the monitor's beeping you can heard. He is so pale (Michael is pale white but I mean his lips). Tears starts rolling down my cheeks as I walk closer to him. Ashton lives for a while so I can take a time here with Michael. I grabbed his left hand and hold it tightly. Pulling the chair closer so I can take a seat.

"Hey dude, wake up. You know, its already noon yah."

I murmur and start to sob. I kiss his hand and continue to sob here. If Michael is awake, he will pull his hands and swat mine awake. But he's here lying. Does he heard me? Does he feel me touching his hand? So many questions spinning inside my head by I just keep it to myself.