a/n; I'm so sorry.
ashton's pov
"if he doesn't wake up soon, luke, we're going to have to-" someone, i believe to be a doctor, speaks. i try my best to listen, but luke isn't hesitant to start an argument.
"no! he'll wake up, i know he will!" luke argues. i mentally sigh.
the person talking to luke sighs. i try my hardest to say something, open my eyes; tell them i can hear them, that i'm okay. but i just fucking can't.
"it's been three years, luke. i don't want to let him go either. but i think it's time." someone, i think calum, says. sounding so hurt, but also disappointed.
"you're insane!" luke shouts. "you're both insane! you just want to give up on him?! just unplug a couple of wires and put him in the ground?! seriously?!"
"luke, calm down. it's okay to be upset-"
"well i am!" luke shouts, "i'm upset, i'm sad, i'm tired, i'm weak, i just want him back, calum." luke sniffles, signalling me that he's crying. i almost want cry.
"they said that two weeks is all we can give him. if he doesn't wake up, then...you know." calum says, sounding very down; sad. but it angers me how he doesn't respond to the little speech luke just gave. they should be comforting him, but as far as i can tell, no one is. "i'm sorry." he finishes. then a door opens, and shuts. i think i'm alone untili feel someone's hand touch mine, and luke speaks, his voice barely a whisper, "why won't you wake up?" he asks, "i just want you to wake up. i want you to be here. awake. your eyes sparking, your smile shining so bright. i just-- i need you here, ashton." his voice seems to crack when he says my name. "don't think i don't want you here; awake. because i do. but i really, really need you here. i need you here to tell me that it's all gonna be okay. i need you to tell me it's gonna be okay because i just can't do this anymore. you know how my depression is, ash, and it hasn't gotten better with you gone. i miss your laugh, i miss your cuddles, i miss your kiss, i miss your stupid puns, i miss the way you would sing those cheesy ed sheeran songs to me. wether it was at the top of your lungs, or barely a whisper while we were cuddling. i loved it." he sniffles. "two weeks, ashton. you have two weeks. that's not that long, how can they just put a time limit on you?! that's not fair!" he starts to shout, but i hear him take a deep breath. as to calm himself down.
good job, baby.
"i love you." he says. and even though my eyes aren't open, or i can't speak, my stomach still does flips.
my eyes shoot open, obviously more flustered and confused before i knew about these dreams. i look over to my left and i see luke. sound asleep. i poke his arm, softly, but he doesn't budge. so i just decide to tell him about what i just heard, in the morning. considering it's about 4am right now and the sun isn't even close to rising. so, i lay my head back on my pillow and shut my eyes. as i'm drifitng off to sleep i feel, what i think is water, trickle down the temple of my forehead. i'm quick to wipe it away but when i do, i come to realize it's sweat. a lot of sweat. like, so much sweat that even the black v-neck i'm wearing is a bit damp at the neck. i groan in frustration and pull off, throwing it somewhere across the room. i sigh, and lay back down, snuggling myself into my blanket.
"hey, ashton?"
my eyes shoot open and i look around the room to find the source of who was talking. then i realize it's just me and luke. i look over his shoulder, to see his eyes closed, but his mouth in a small smirk. i scoff, but smile. "what are you doing up, luke?"
