Te Amo

12~Talk Fast

Oh, burn, crash, romance

"You'll have to wear that cast for at least six weeks. We'll schedule you in for a future appointment to see how you're holding up."

"Okay thanks doctor," Michael mumbled.

Michael's mum, Karen and the doctor had a further conversation he was too tired to listen to before they were dismissed and sent home.

"Mum, where's Luke?" Michael asked Karen once they were out of the hospital.

"He went home. Said he wasn't feeling well." Karen replied.

Michael's eyes widened in realisation and he quickly looked at his watch.

8:34

"Shit- mum?"

"Mmm?"

"Can I go to his place? I want him to be the first person to sign my cast." Michael lied.

"Yeah, sure. Want me to drive you?" Karen offered.

"No thanks. It's not that far anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine mum."

Karen nodded before Michael walked, no, ran in the direction of the park.

Ashton better not have gone.

If he did, how stupid would he be?

Does he have a death wish?

Michael's heart picked up speed at that. Ashton's depression and suicide attempts weren't exactly secret at their school. Almost everyone knew.

Death.

Luke was ten times stronger than Michael. Fuck, Michael had landed Calum in the hospital in a critical condition.

Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

Michael ran faster at that point, getting to the park in a matter of minutes. Luckily, the doctors had accidentally given Michael a small overdose of morphine so he couldn't feel a thing in his ankle. It was just a bit awkward to run. He turned into the park quickly, groaning in frustration when he couldn't see anything. He put on the flashlight on his phone and walked forward slowly.

"Ashton?" Michael whispers.

He mustn't've been paying attention to his feet as he stepped in something wet. He thought it was muddy water until he shone the light down on down on it and nearly burst out in tears upon seeing it. It was blood. And there was a lot of it, too.

Michael moved the flash up slightly, gasping loudly when he saw what was suddenly illuminated.

Ashton was lying there, not moving and shirtless. Countless cuts ran along his torso along with countless bruises. Michael nearly threw up when he saw two stab wounds in his stomach, a third with whatever weapon was used still lodged in his flesh. Michael dropped to his knees quickly and tried to wake Ashton up.

"Ashton! Ashton, please- Can you hear me?" He shouted. "Ashton! Open your eyes! Please- for me babe!"

He didn't know whether to pull out the knife or not. He didn't know what to do. He slowly moved his hand to the knife, his fingers tracing the handle but before he could even pull it out, shouts came from behind him, making him let go of the knife. They were paramedics. Honestly, Michael had no idea how they got here but he wasn't complaining.

"He's not waking up! Please! Please Ashy! Please wake up!" Michael cried.

Instincts kicking in, Michael grabbed Ashton's wrist, feeling around for a pulse.