The Bartender | L.H

Drink 24

(The photo i attatched is Luke with Ashley on the right, and another girl he hooked up with once on the left. No offence to these girls, this is not in any way hate towards them, just simply an idea for my story!)

I feel like asking you guys some questions

How old are you?

What are your 5 favorite bands?

One thing you couldn't live without?

Also if you want to ask me anything leave it here and I will answer it at the beginning of the next chapter :)

Also do you guys like this story in other peoples p.o.vs? Or did you like when it was just Genevieve? I wanna know

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Genevieve's P.O.V

I plucked the stray pieces of fuzz off my old sweatshirt that layed on my skin like a blanket. Despite the warmth it gave me I was still freezing my butt off in the cafeteria.

I was forced to leave the waiting room as the nurses were "Afraid I'd become ill from lack of food and be admitted to my own room" But a nice room sounded pretty good right now. My back was aching from sleeping on the cold floor everynight.

Grace and Ashton took turns coming to the hospital to give me clothes and other necessities I needed, the hospital provding me with a shower and blankets at night since they knew it was impossible to get me to leave.

It'd been 6 days since the accident, and Luke still wasn't awake nor breathing without a machine. All I wanted was to see him face to face, but they never let me near his room. I don't know why, but it broke me more inside. If I were able to just take a glance at him and see his chest moving up and down I would be a bit relieved, knowing I could see him alive.

But noooo. The nurses, doctors, and assistants demanded never go into the same hallway as him until I was directed to do so.

Sigh.

I lifted up the plastic spork that came with my food, trying to pick up a mouthful of soup with it, but it only slipped off the edge. I frowned and tried over and over before giving up, plopping the utensil down.

"Having troubles?" A voice spoke. I looked up and swear I saw Luke standing there, grinning down at me. I closed my eyes tightly and re-opened them to see just a normal doctor. My mind was messing with me.

"Yeah, um. Sporks aren't a good companion for soup." I said with a half-hearted laugh. The older man laughed and sat down across from me with his own tray full of better looking food. Of course he got special treatment, he worked here.

"Go throw your soup away, it looks unaturally green. I'll get you some proper food." he said with a grin and I smiled. I stood and threw away the contents on my tray, placing the plastic food holder on top of the trash can with a clink. I walked back to my seat and saw the man sit down with more food, a new tray just for me.

"Thank you, really." I said and he shrugged.

"Don't worry about it, I know you need to eat. I've seen you out there waiting for that poor boy for days." He said and my heart clenched.

"You know about Luke?" I asked and he smiled wide,

"I operated on him. I'm his surgeon, Dave." He said in a professional tone.

"Oh my god, really? Wow. I. Thank you so much for helping him. I mean-I. Am I allowed to ask you questions? No one in this place will tell me what's going on." I said quickly and eagerly, fumbling over my words.