Stuck in the Middle (Two Stories in One) [Calum Hood & Luke Hemmings AU]

11. Calum

The day had started out normal enough; after his morning coffee, Calum was dragged out by Ashton to a local yoga studio he'd managed to find, so spending the morning doing yoga with his best friend and other best friend's fianceé wasn't the worst thing in the world. At the house, he took a shower and joined Michael and Luke on the couch where the Xbox was set up, grabbing a controller and falling in the routine of yelling at each other as they played. It had been a normal day, fun in the presence of his friends.

Until he was sitting in an uncomfortable chair of a hospital room, chin resting on his right hand as his arm remained propped on the arm rest, watching the oxygen mask on Maggie's face fog up every time she let out a slow, heavy exhale in her sleep, the machine clicking every time she did so. The room was enveloped in an eerie silence, interrupted only by the steady beeping of the heart monitor Maggie was connected to, echoing in Calum's ears hauntingly. The sight of her, looking a bit too frail even with the wrinkles on her face smoothed out by what he hoped was a peaceful sleep for her.

Running his right hand down his face, Calum trailed his gaze over to his left where River was sitting. He felt his heart sink at the worried expression that he'd seen painted on her face the second he'd arrived to the hospital. Her knee was bouncing, teeth gnawing at her nails and eyebrows drawn together in concern. Green eyes never seemed to stray from her grandmother, but her hand had a strong grip on Calum's and he knew it was because of the concern rushing through her veins. All he wanted to do was hold her, unable to do so because of the damned seats.

He took in the tiredness of her eyes, seeing past the loose blonde tendrils of her haphazardly tied hair, but he knew she wasn't about to fall asleep. He'd tried to get her to a couple of times since he'd arrived over an hour ago, but she understandably wouldn't budge. So he gave a squeeze of her hand and leaned towards her, voice low as he asked, "D'you want some coffee? Crappy hospital coffee, but—"

"Yes, yeah," River nodded, her voice a bit hoarse from lack of speaking. She turned her head to look at him, and the air locked in his throat at her red rimmed and glassy eyes. Somehow, though, she still managed to offer him an appreciative smile, flushed cheeks pushing up briefly. He didn't want her smiling at him, not if she didn't mean it. Calum lifted their joined hands, pressing a kiss to the back of hers as he got up. River looked up at him, licking her lips and asking, "Can I borrow your phone? Mine's dead and I, uh, wanna try my mom again."

Calum nodded with a reassuring furrow of his eyebrows. "Yeah, 'course," he said, digging it out of his pocket and unlocking the device before handing it to her. River took it and Calum leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head, murmuring a soft, "Be right back."

He opened the door, about to step out only to pause and look back at Maggie. Calum sighed heavily, heart sinking as he did. He desperately hoped for her to get better.

Making his way down the hospital hallways, Calum ran a hand over the top of his slowly growing hair, offering a brief smile to a doctor and nurse that made their way past him. The smell of disinfectant was powerful, prompting Calum to wrinkle his nose as he absently followed the signs to where the cafeteria was, thoughts too focused on River and Maggie. His chest had tightened when River had told him how quickly Maggie had gotten worse, how her flu seemed to become so much more, and Calum had dropped everything to grab his keys and rush to the hospital as soon as he'd heard her shaky, breathless voice asking if he'd come. He didn't even have to think twice about it.

And, fuck, he hadn't expected his heart to utterly shatter when he'd caught sight of her distraught face, looking totally out of her element when she'd met him at the nurse's reception to bring him up to Maggie's room. River had walked right into Calum's arms, holding him tightly and soaking in his warmth as Calum pressed his cheek on top of her head. He hated seeing her this way. He hoped Maggie would be okay.