I stay by their bedsides all night.
Luke tries to get me to sleep, but I can't, and eventually I just fall asleep next to my brother.
I wake up early, too.
I kiss Ashton on the forehead like he does to me sometimes when I'm asleep, just like mum and dad used to do to us.
Then I move to Michael's side. I hold his hand, play with his hair, kiss him, and cry.
They're both still breathing.
They're both doing okay.
I sit for a long time before something happens.
Michael squeezes my hand. I look down at him; his eyes are closed and he's motionless, but he moved. He held my hand back.
"Michael?" I squeak out. He doesn't move.
I start crying again. For a second I was certain that he was going to make it, but now I'm not so sure.
I hold his hand tightly in mine, and brush my other hand through his purple hair.
"You can't go. Don't leave me. Come on, Michael. Keep on breathing, please." I weep.
Then I feel another squeeze on my hand.
A small smile plays over Michael's lips.
His eyes are still closed, but he's awake.
"Hey, Soph." He whispers.
"Michael, oh my god." I cry.
"Don't cry." He says, opening his eyes. I fling myself onto his chest.
He winces.
"Oh my god, are you in pain?" I ask, picking myself up.
He nods, inhaling deeply. "I'm so sorry." I sob.
"Don't cry for me, Soph. I'll be fine." He whispers, falling asleep again.
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Reject.
FanfictionMichael Clifford has always felt a little bit like a reject. Okay, sometimes A LOT. It's as if nobody ever notices or cares. And a six foot tall boy with neon hair isn't easy to miss. But is the feeling of rejection enough to throw away the feeling...
