To the moon and back-Muke ©️ (Completed)

Chapter 11

Michael's P.O.V. 

When I woke up there were too many people and too much emotion in their eyes. The faces I could recognize them, but not their names.  They all seemed in a panic and a lady was crying. "Calum, please call Luke again! He needs to know what's going on! " I left him about ten messages, Liz! It's probably somewhere to get drunk. Ashton is circling the city in the car to see if he can find him. " Said the one who was to be Calum.  Whoever this Luke was, he didn't seem like a good person. But maybe he had his own problems, which is why I shouldn't judge.   "S--sorry?" I stammered, slowly sitting on the hospital bed. I felt still stunned so I moved calmly.  "Michael! Oh Darling, how's it going? " Said the woman, Liz from what I heard from the tanned-skinned boy, who seemed rather agitated and deossed.  "I'm all right." I said, even though it sounded strange since I didn't know her, but she was probably a very close person. "Uh... what's going on? Why am I in the hospital? "  The woman finally seemed to realize the situation. She was perhaps too busy thinking about this Luke who had forgotten about my situation.  "Well, this will seem strange to you but you passed out a few hours ago, and now you woke up. It's actually a very long story, but now I really have to go. Calum will stay with you, all right? " But he did not wait for my answer and ran away.  When that Calum came back into the room the atmosphere seemed to become more calm. He sat down beside me, and my eyes shamed at the sight of a great violet bruise on his face.  "What happened? It seems to be badly put."  The lad merely shook his head. "It was that asshole of my friend. How do you feel, anyway? And I'm sorry about Liz, she's just worried about Luke.  "This Luke was reintroduced into the speech. I wondered what he was up to to send everyone into total stress.  "Io...io'm fine. Just a little bit dazed, but I think it's normal?"  A woman made her entrance into the room. He wore a jacket full of hearts and kittens everywhere. Michael! You're awake. " He smiled, "How's it going?"  "Well?" I wasn't sure who that woman was. Maybe my doctor or something? "Oh, that's right." Laughed, "I am nurse Kelly. You probably don't remember me, but I was informed that you were taken to the hospital. " Explained. "I'il help you until everything's okay, but the doctors are going to keep you here until tomorrow morning."  "Hey, until Luke arrives, could you stay with him? We're trying to find him. " She asked Calum to the nurse, who answered with a smile.  Certainly. Now Michael rest, and if you need me, press the button next to your bed. " He informed me of the nurse before leaving and leaving Calum and me again alone.  "Who is Luke?" I finally asked. "Is he a child? Because you treat him like he's a runaway kid. " I chuckled.   "It certainly behaves as such." He muttered quietly to Calum. "But, no. He got caught by one of your six IRA attacks, and he's probably in some bars now getting drunk. "

I lifted an eyebrow. "Why don't you like him? I mean, he's probably just plain sad and not angry." Calum sighed. "I'll tell you more about Luke after you've rested a little. It's a really long story and you'd better be completely awake. " He slapped me on the shoulder and I sighed, knowing I wouldn't know anything else from him.  But I indulded and did my best to try to fall asleep in that uncomfortable hospital bed, wondering what the heck was going on. 

° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °  ° ° ° Luke's P.O.V.  

"Calum can kiss my ass." I said to myself, sending down another sip of beer from the glass in front of me. As Sam was not with me I decided to go alone in a simple Irish Pub. Sam was more interested in the new and sophisticated places, while I in the ones where they served alchool.   I didn't plan on drinking. I just wanted to go someplace where I could think, but then I saw this place along the way and stopped.  I was so angry at everyone: Calum, Ashton, Michael, and even more with myself.  I knew that drinking made me even more angry, but he had helped me previously so I thought he could help me once more.  Wrong. All he was doing was making the situation worse.  The cell phone began to vibrate and I noticed it was a call from my mother. I ignored her, knowing she probably just wanted to give me a rant like when I was younger.  I wanted to refresh my mind a little bit before I talked to someone. And I couldn't have done it after drinking, that would have made things worse.  "What do you think, man?" he asked for an Irish voice.  I lifted my gaze to meet a dark-haired figure, green eyes, and a short beard. On the label was written "Freddie" so I believed worked there.   "Um... you probably don't want to listen to my problems."  "Well in the end there is no one to serve, and in case there was. You can talk about it if you like. " He volunteered as he began to clean the counter to show that he was working.  "It sucks... I don't know." I sighed. But I didn't know how to talk about it without going into detail.  "My husband no longer loves me the way I love him. It's not his fault, though. " I told him.  "Well, why don't you do something to make him come back as before?" He advised me Freddie "some romantic stuff."  I thought about it, but then I realized it couldn't work. Not with that Michael.  "Maybe. Maybe it's also because I drink a lot. " I looked towards the glass half empty and sighing, moving away.  "Oh Yes, I can understand you. The only advice I can give you is to go to one of those groups made especially for those who have problems with the alchol. I know they may sound stupid, but I assure you they help." Freddie told me. He was about to pick up the word, but another guy showed up at the counter.  "Baby, you better not waste your time. As soft as you may seem, I'm sure you're even more tender when you make drinks. " Said the lad, giving a kiss on Freddie's cheek.  "Well, I'd better get back to work. I wish you good luck with your husband. " He gave me a sincere smile and began to feel a little better after that talk.  I left a good tip with the beer money, and I went out of the place.  I pulled out my cell phone and decided to check one of the messages left by my mother's voicemail.  "Luke! Luke, where the hell are you?! Michael's in the hospital" My eyes were wide open and my cell phone slipped instantly from my hands, falling on the sidewalk.