I recommend you listen to the song in the link whilst reading this, seriously. Trust me on this one guys (literally just because it distracts from the shit writing lol)
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Tuesday....
Rain dropped heavily onto the cool stone steps which lead up to the hospital doors, all too familiar from the previous visit. The colourful haired boy's face set with no expression, his black and white hair was swaying in the growing wind. The girl beside him stares at her feet as if they are the most interesting thing in the world, focusing on nothing but the black material and the way the rain drops danced across them. They hold hands and make their way towards the large white door. A nurse meets them and leads them through long winding corridors until they reach a quarantined room, away from the rest of the wards. She nods at them and then departs. Leaving them to stare blankly at the new door in front of them, the only sound is their breathing and the faint beat of rain as it hits the windows outside.
Rory's POV
"do you want me to go in first? speak to the doctor?"
"No. I can do this. I mean-I mean what's the worse that could happen right?....on second thoughts don't answer that" Michael rambles, his hands shaky.
His large hand wraps around the cool metal handle. A deep breath leaves his lips, as if he had previously forgotten to breathe. He nods to himself, freckles of water slipping through his hair as he does so, wetting the floor around him. He opens the door.
We walk into the small hospital room, a curtain hangs across the centre and a small, black haired man sits at a computer in front of it, tapping furiously on the little screen. His insistent tapping is almost deafened by the rain outside. It's dark outside, a small ray of sunshine breaks through the window, hitting the curtain and casting a blue shade over the room.
I cough as an indication for him to acknowledge our presence. He turns slightly and gasps, as if seeing us frightened him.
"Your the Clifford's son, correct?"
"Yeah....can you please-I mean I can't- what's happened....i mean I know what's happened but I mean-"
"Sir, I understand. You umm, you might want to take a seat" Mikey nods and walks over to a small blue chair that's positioned in the corner of the room. I follow him and sit beside him. At this moment the doctor acknowledges my existence.
"Excuse me, Miss? you can't be here. Family only. You can wait outside. Unless of course your their daughter, but then there is no record of them having one"
I run a shaky hand through my hair in frustration, tugging lightly at the roots.
"Michael I'll be outside ok? Love you. I'm right here ok?" he smiles weakly at me and then turns his attention back to the doctor. I turn and leave, shutting the heavy white door behind me and sliding into a seat outside. Yet again.
Michaels POV
"Mr. Clifford, it is with great sadness that I must tell you this. Your parents have not made it through well, sir. I am obligated to tell you the following details and it is completely understandable that you will be upset, sir.
As you know, your mothers ribs were crushed in the accident. There was, well there was only one rib left in tact. The rest were smashed and had punctured her lungs. We did try to save her, sir, we tried to replace the lungs, her ribs. But, during surgery her heart failed. I'm so sorry.
Your father, he was not in good condition. You must understand. Mr. Clifford your father, as you know, has a fractured and dented skull. This had affected his brain. He is still alive, on life support, but should he live after this, his life will be very painful, he will have lost nearly all his memory and he won't be able to control many of his limbs as the crash also affected his spinal chord and has paralysed him from the waist down. I'm sorry" the doctors voice cracks and he makes no effort for eye contact.
I would tell you how I feel right now, but even if I was the most beautiful words craftsmen alive, I would do what I am feeling right now no justice. My soul is tearing its self apart, painfully and painstakingly slowly, its as if I can feel each tare it makes. Like my body is slowly ripping itself in two. My mouth is dry and my eyes show no tears. I would rather be dragged backward through fire then feel this.
My mother is gone. My mother. Oh, she was a beautiful women. A lone tear falls down my face. When I was little, she would take my hand and walk me outside and sit me down and look at me, she'd tuck a strand of hair out of my eyes that I would have missed and she'd smile, bitter sweet. 'No matter what happens Michael, don't you ever feel like your worthless. Ok? You, my beautiful, beautiful little boy. Are the most precious thing in my life. And I will always love you. Always. No matter what anyone says, in my eyes you will forever be the most brave, courages, independent boy. And you will never be anything less. Promise me, promise me you will always remember that? Because you will never be worthless Michael. Doll, your worth $10000' that's what she always said 'doll, your worth $10000' I would stick out my little finger and she would crinkle her nose as she smiled, taking my pinky finger in hers as she sealed our special promise. I have never broken that, I have never let anyone make me feel like anything less. But today...i feel as though if I were tortured for the rest of my years, that would not be enough punishment for letting my mother go.
I'm sorry mum. I will love you forever.
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I had such writers block with this chapter sorry guys :/ it's so fluffy and shit.
Ughhhhhh, AND I NEED TO GET MY #RORKE ON LIKE DAMNNNN
But yeah ok I don't know what I'm saying anymore I'm tired :'D
BUT HAPPY 3 YEARS OF 5SOS OMFG WHO ELSE CRIED
