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the doctor entered the room along with michael's mother. she had been out on a business trip these past few days and didn't hear what happened untill calum had called her crying.

she pulled a chair up next to calum's -who was holding michael's hand softly while crying. patting a hand on calum's back, she kept mumbling, 'its alright,' and 'it's going to be okay' but she didn't know that ever since michael was put into the hospital, calum hasn't ate, slept, or taken a shower. she didn't know that they were in love with each other even though the later didnt know the other loved him.

"don't you see, it's not going to be okay?" calum cried out as he sat up, knocking michael's mothers' hand off. "he fucking tried to commit and he might not even make it and you're telling me, 'its going to be alright,' it's not! he doesn't if even fucking know i love him. i didn't mean to yell at him, i didn't mean to slam the door." calum looked back down at michael, "i'm sorry, mikey, i wasn't there and i'm so fucking sorry." tears ran down his face, he couldn't stop them.

michael's mother had left, she couldn't tell him that michael loves him. she made a promise. even though she was always gone, michael and her had always kept in touch.

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calum fell asleep and he stayed asleep untill a doctor had shook him awake saying that he needs to go her something to eat. the doctor has been noticing what had been happening within the couple of days calum had signed michael in. he noticed that he hasn't ate; you can easily see that. the clothes that he wore to the hospital was so baggy that the shirt slipped off his shoulder and almost down to his stomach, the pants falling off if he had tried to stand up. the clothes were already bagging once calum had arrived, but it got worse.

"calum, son, wake up" dr. styles asked. dr. styles was, well is, a nice man.

calum streched, but not pulling up his right arm much considering he is still holding onto michael. he'll never let go, again. never.

"go get a shower and some food, please" dr.styles said. calum shook his head and laid it back into his arms. dr.styles shook his head and walked out. he was going to get him some food.

harry, or mr.styles, had noticed the look in calums eyes as he looked at michael. harry knows that look. that was the look he used to give louis.

the doctor made a promise to his self: 'keep michael alive.'

this is how he lost louis and he didn't want to see it happen once again in this very hospital.

calum had fell back to sleep. he didn't want to be awoken considering he was having a very, very nice dream about michael if you know what i mean.