5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences and Imagines

Luke's Final Message (Luke Oneshot #2)

This is a continuation to the Voicemail chapter since one of you recommended a sequel to Luke's. suggxminterr thanks for that btw :)

Reminder- this covers topics like depression, selfharm and suicide so if you are easily triggered don't read this. Your life means more to me than my views ❤

You sit in the ambulance beside Luke and bite your nails anxiously. You know Ashton has gone to find Michael and Calum to bring them to the hospital too. He is also ringing Liz to tell her since she's back in Australia and we're here in America.

Your phone buzzes and you refuse to answer it until you realise that it's Luke's ringtone. You look at the unconscious figure who is being attended to and then at your phone and see it's a video.

Nervously, you click on it and hear the song A Thousand Years playing. Its a compilation of all of yours and Luke's best moments together. Your sobbing gets worse as you watch it. The smile on his face that was once genuine fades into a faked one as the video progresses until the screen goes black and the words I love you appear on the screen.

"G-godamnit." You cry.

You take Luke's cold, lifeless hand into yours and squeeze it gently, praying for some miracle, for him to squeeze back.

It doesn't happen.

When you get to the hospital, they tell you exactly what they're doing to him and you wish they weren't so informative.

"We're taking him to have his stomach pumped to remove the pills but we must make sure that none have entered his bloodstream already." A doctor says to you.

Luke has already been taken away from you and you are in the waiting room with a doctor who has to explain everything to you.

"If he comes back around, we will set him up on prescription anti-depressants and suggest a therapist." He explains.

His words shock you and you no longer feel upset, just anger, "You are going to give my boyfriend who just tried to k-kill himself with pills, more pills? Where's the fucking logic there?"

"They will help him." The doctor says calmly.

"They said that about the anxiety pills but guess what? They're being pumped out of his stomach right now because they didn't fucking help!" You snap.

"Miss l/n, we understand your concern but with therapy and supervised dosages to begin with, Mr Hemmings will get better." He says.

"You're telling me all of this but you said if." You reply.

"Hmm?" The doctor asks in confusion.

"You said 'if he comes back around' not when. You don't think he's gonna make it do you?" You ask, the painful stabbing in your chest makes the tears flood down your face even swifter than before.

The doctor looks thoroughly flustered and you turn away to see Ashton come running in with the boys.

"Ashton." You sigh.

He runs to you and hoods you in his arms whilst you cry.

"What's going on?" Ashton asks and you explain everything to him and the boys.

They have the exact same reaction as you.

"Don't you think giving him pills is a bit... odd considering what he's in here for?" Calum asks with a confused face.

"Odd? It's out-fucking-rageous that's what it is." Michael snaps.

"Listen, I've said this already," The doctor sighs, "With your support and supervision, you can all help him get better and with therapy too, you will be surprised by how well it works."

The doctor leaves you all alone and you lie in your brothers arms, "I can't un-see it Ash. Just him, on the floor. So pale and broken."

"Hey shh, I know, i-it was awful but he's gonna get better." Ashton says, his voice wavering.

"I want to see him again, just to check that he's ok." You cry, the visions of Luke's pale body on the floor bombarding your mind.

"They'll let you in soon." He soothes.

Michael and Calum are uncomfortably talking to one another and soon, you see Calum in Michaels arms being comforted as he too cries.

"I feel like such a bad friend." Calum whispers, hoping you don't hear.

"Hey, this isn't any of our faults. We can help him now though ok?" Michael replies.

Soon enough, a different doctor comes up to the four of you and starts to talk quietly, "The procedure was successful and we got to him very quickly," You all breath a sigh of relief, "He should be awake soon if one of you wants to wait in there with him."

The three boys look at you and you nod weakly. As the nurse leads you down the corridors, you realise that you're going to have to see him weak and lifeless again and start to slow down.

"Um, he doesn't look... scary, does he?" You frown at your child-like question but the nurse smiles sympathetically.

"No, despite the circumstances, Luke's body has fought well and he looks quite well considering..." She trails off.

You know what she means. Considering he's a lonely, broken man who's so over life that he tried to end it. Either way, you nod and smile as she opens the door for you.

The site is as pleasantly surprising as possible. Instead of all the tubes and wires you were expecting, you just see a single IV connected to Luke's arm and that's it. He lies in the bed, breathing deeply in his sleep.

"Is he still unconscious or just asleep?" You ask, your voice a whisper.

"He's in and out meaning that he's regaining consciousness slowly." The nurse explains.

You pull the seat up next to him and take his hand in your own. The warmth that flourishes through his body makes you smile slightly and you know that no matter how not-ok that he is, everything will be ok.

Quietly, the blonde nurse leaves you and Luke alone and you try your hardest not to cry. As you look at him, you remember the video that came through afterwards. The one with the two of you laughing and being stupidly in love. The one with all the boys horsing around together and the ones at your sleepovers. Your entire life revolves around Luke and that's why you know it's impossible to live without him.

His distressed voicemail plays over and over and over again in your head. The heart crushing tone in his voice rings through your ears. The click at the end of the call stabs you like a knife as you realise that maybe, just maybe, you could've stopped this.

"You're a fighter Lukey, you're a fighter." You say, running your finger over the back of his hand before your trace patterns into his palm.

Groggily, Luke mutters something, his throat dry and voice unused. He shifts slightly in his sleep and you look up at him, now fully convinced that life is coursing through his veins.

"Not. My. Time." He mumbles, his eyes still sealed.

Even though you aren't a believer of god, you like to think that some higher cause has told him that he has to stay here for a little while. Even if you're just convincing yourself this, it clearly makes you feel better because you gain the courage to kiss his lips gently and tell him, "No baby, it's not your time yet."

I hope this was good enough for you, I really liked this one and sorry if it's incorrect in places, I'm medically uninformed.

~Abbie