It took ages to get in, we had to prove who we were. Eventually, we got onto the correct ward. "I'm afraid only 1 visitor at a time," a nurse told us. I nodded and looked around at everyone. I sighed heavily, "Who's going in then? We all want to go in but, we can't."
One nurse walked past us, "Hey, look. I can get you all in. But you gotta keep it quiet okay?" she winked. She bustled us into Luke's room.
I looked at him. He looked so vulnerable. He was just lying there, barely breathing, the heart monitor beeping slowly. Tears pricked my eyes as I looked at his bruised, cut face. I collapsed down in the chair next to his bed, "Luke.." I brushed his cheek with the back of my hand. I looked away and wiped my tears. I exhaled heavily and turned back to him, holding his hand. Calum sat in the chair on the other side of the bed, "Hey buddy. We miss you. You gotta pull through. You gotta pull through this- I know you can do it. You're a stubborn little shit," he laughed to hide his tears.
"Michael?" I said, standing up, offering him my seat.
"Thank you," he whispered, his eyes teared up. He gently punched Luke's arm. "Bit stupid, huh? You getting yourself into this mess. We miss you buddy, it's not right with out you, man."
"We miss you. You'll pull through it, I know you will," Ashton laughed.
We were all crying, and telling Luke that he'd make it. I was sat at his bedside when the nurse popped her head around the door. "Hi, I'm afraid visiting hours are over now. I'm really sorry." I looked up at her, I couldn't leave him. I looked back at Luke. He looked so strangely peaceful. "Guys, could I just have a minute with him?" They all nodded and left.
"Jesus, Luke," I sighed, "What have you done to yourself, huh? I love you so much, I really do. And I miss you like crazy, okay? You have to do this, baby. I need you, you're my everything. I'm sorry we argued. I really am, I just feel like it was my fault. Shit, what am I saying? It was my fault. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Tears fell off my face and onto his. I squeezed his hand, "I love you, baby. I'll see you tomorrow, I promise."
Leaving him then was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
