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by fletcher1975

by fletcher1975

The last two hours of their drive seemed to fly by. As much as Rose wanted to be there for her brother, she was not ready. “Luke. I can’t do this.” She shook her head, staying planted in her seat. They were sitting in the parking lot of the hospital for twenty minutes.

“Rose, c’mon. You can do this. I’ll be right there, ok?” Slowly nodding her head they both step out of the car. Luke laces his fingers through hers in a comforting gesture. To the nurse at the desk she gives her brother's name and gets his room number in return. Her mother is standing outside the room, pacing back and fourth. The sound of their footsteps catches her attention.

"Rosaline." She sharply nods her head at her daughter. Her attention turns towards their intertwined hands, dangling inbetween the pair. "Nice to see you two have finally gotten together."

"We're not. Can we see him? What happened?"

"I'm going to get coffee, can I get you guys anything?" Luke offers. Both women shake their heads no. He walks off in the direction of the cafeteria, his almost all black outfit starkly contrasting the white hospital walls.

"They are doing some more testing, he woke up with another ache in his side. I rushed him here, they're seeing if it spread."

"Why wouldn't you tell me sooner? Would it have killed you to call me when he got diagnosed?"

"Because I couldn't even come to terms with it, how was I supposed to call my estranged daughter and tell her?" The hallway was silent for a minute, as they both processed the situation. "Kind of like deja vu being here today, huh?" Rose thought for a second about what her mother was talking about, until it hit her.

"Michael, mate! Calm down. He survived, remember?" Calum shouts at his best friends back before his bedroom door slams shut. Once alone in his room, Michael's eyes flood with tears. Huddled up on his bed, they fall silently from his emerald irises. He never meant to hurt anybody. He meant to stop drinking after it happened, but he kept it up to numb the pain. Eventually the white haired boy cried himself to sleep, reliving the lowest moment of his life.

"Hey, D. How ya doing?" Rose sits by her little brother's bed, taking one of his hands in hers.

"Better, i guess. They said I'm stable, but it spread." With a quivering lip, and a heavy heart, tears spill over and down Rose's cheeks. "Don't cry, please. Mom's done that enough."

"I'm sorry. I just wish I would have been there."

"You were sick, you couldn't help it, and it was partly mom's fault. And dad's."

"Don't make excuses for me, ok? I'm here now, and I will be for as long as I can." A weight set in her chest. She needed and wanted to be there for her brother, but she also couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to talk to Michael and really get to know him.

hey, hi, helloooo I'm back :)

soo i didn't go back and edit anything, i'm just going to let it be, and continue from here. I really hope you guys like it and yea. If you stuck with me and were patiently waiting for this during my break then i seriously love you :)

Any guesses on what michael did? xo -Rachel