Michael is right. Every time Luke and I are seperated, everything seems to go wrong. Maybe thats why my life sucked so much before... Because he wasnt in it.
I push Luke out the door of the hospital and were immidietly surrounded by thousands of fans. All 5 of us swear under our breath. Luke hides his face in his hands and we quickly make our way to my car. I open the passenger door for him and he slowly crawls out if the wheelchair, and into the car. I weave through fans over to the other side and start up the car. Michael hops in the back seat, and we all wave goodbye to Calum and Ashton.
Finally were out of the parking lot, away from all the fans. I look over at Luke and realize how sick he really looks. His face is as white as a ghost, with extremely dark circles under his half closed eyes. I almost gasp at the sight but I continue driving. "How are you feeling Luke?" I ask, trying to sound casual although Im very worried. He shrugs without looking at me. "Tired." He simply states. "Well you can sleep if you want.. Were like 4 hours away." He thinks about it for a minute. "Nah, I'm okay." His voice sounds so quiet and fragile.. I keep my eyes on the road, and the rest of the car ride is silent.
*
I park in the driveway and look over at Luke, he fell asleep during the car ride. Michael gets out of the backseat and opens Lukes door, unaware that hes asleep. Luke starts falling out of the car, but Michael catches him. He looks at me wide-eyed. "Should we wake him up?" Michael asks me. "Yeah, we cant carry him!" I loudly whisper. Michael looks down at sickly, fragile Luke with a sad look on his face. "Luke, were home." He says gently. Lukes eyes open very slowly, and stop at halfway. He looks over at me and smiles weakly. "Hey Brooke." He says in a small voice. I laugh, "Hey Luke. Lets get you to bed." I get out of the car and help Michael get him inside. We each take one of Lukes arms and walk across the driveway into the house.
We walk in the door and he slowly looks around the house, then down at me. I smile up at him and take him to the stairs. "Can you go up the stairs?" I ask him. He looks up the tall stairs and nods his head. Michael and I look at eachother and start taking him up the stairs, a step at a time. When we reach the top he looks around confused. "You can rest in my room if you want." I suggest. He nods his head and we go towards my room. I stop walking in front of my bed and he just falls on it, exhausted. "Goodnight Luke, Ill come back up later." He is face down on the bed. "Okay, thanks." He mumbles into the bed. I throw my dark purple blanket over the top of him, and turn out the light.
When I reach downstairs my mom and Michael are sitting at the table. As soon as she sees me, she rushes to hug me. "Why didnt you tell me where you were going?" She sounds frantic. "I had to go mom. I had to make sure that he was okay." I tell her. "And you brought him over here without asking?" She taps her foot. I sigh, "Mom, he needs somewhere to rest, and he said he wanted to stay here." She glares at me. "Well I guess its fine. Im just glad that hes okay." She admits. I hug her, "Thank you!"
She smiles at me. "No problem Brooke. Besides, it was kind of your fault. Michael told me the story." She half jokes. My stomache drops. Shes right, it was my fault. This was all my fault. The whole week of concerts is cancelled because of me. Luke ended up in the hospital because of me. He could have died, because of me. He looks so sickly and weak because of me.
I suddenly feel a hand on my back. "Brooke, you okay?" Michael asks. I snap out of my thoughts. "Oh, yeah Im fine." I lie. He looks at me skeptical. "Okay.. Well do you wanna play some video games while we wait for dinner to finish?" I nod my head. "Sure." We go downstairs and play FIFA like the good old days.
"Ya know Michael, I really missed this." I admit, trying to focus on the game. "So did I. The boys are harder to beat than you." He laughs. "Very funny Michael." I say as I score a point. "I spoke too soon." We both laugh like crazy, which I havent done since when Michael still lived here. We continue playing for about an hour until our mom calls us up for dinner.
We sit down and look at eachother. "Should we wake up Luke?" Michael asks. "Maybe. Ill go check on him." I say, as I stand up from the table. I walk up the stairs, deciding if I should wake up Luke or not.
I slowly open my bedroom door and peek in. The room is pitch black so I cant see a thing. "Brooke?" I hear Luke say from the darkness. "Hey Luke, I was just coming to check on you. Are you okay?" I gently ask him. I hear him sit up in the bed. he clears his throat before speaking. "Yeah, Im fine." I turn on the bedroom light and his eyes immidietly squint and he blocks the light with his hand. "Sorry.." I say. "Its okay, come sit with me." he says, and I realize how awkward I look standing by the door. I walk in the room and sit on the bed, causing it to creak. "Are you hungry? My mom just made dinner." He nods his head yes. "I can bring it up here if you want. You must be pretty tired." He nods his head again. "Ill be right back." I tell him as I walk out the door.
"How is he?" Michael asks as soon as I walk in the kitchen. "Hes awake, and Im gonna bring up some dinner for him." I explain while I walk towards the pot of hot spaghetti. "Okay, is there anything I can do?" Michael asks, concerned for his best friend. "Not that I can think of." I finish filling up his bowl, and start up the stairs.
