The Story of Us (Ashton Irwin)

6

I wake up to beeping and bright lights and Ashton's best friends leaning over me with worrisome looks on their faces. I groan. "You can give me some space you know."

They jump back. "Sorry Wen," Mikey says quietly.

My head hurt from looking at the bright lights. I sit up. "I'm good now," I say. "Let's go back home."

"I'm sorry but I don't think we can do that," the doctor said as he walked in. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back and his green eyes were soft. "At least not right now."

"Why? What's wrong?" I say eyeing him. Michael places his hand on mine and rubs his thumb over my knuckles. I don't pull back and I don't protest.

"Your blood sugar is extremely low and you're underweight. It almost dangerous." He explained.

"I'm not anorexic, if that's what you're saying," I mutter.

"That's what it looks like to us. What's been happening that you've had to resort to this?" He leaned forward on his stool.

"Nothing like you're thinking. I've just been not hungry." I play with Michael's hand absentmindedly.

"Can you boys care to explain?" The doctor looked up at Mike, Luke, and Cal.

"She recently lost her boyfriend in a plane crash, she's been really distant and she doesn't eat much. But she's grieving and we are too, just in different ways." Calum muttered quickly.

"We've found some treatment centres for Wendy," he handed the boys several slips of paper.

"Not interested," I snap. "And you can't force me to go because I'm it a minor."

The doctor sighed. "Your weight is dangerous. You will die if you don't do this treatment provided for you."

Luke's eyes widened. "She'll die?!"

"At least I'll be with Ashton," I said.

Everyone got quiet. "We will take care of her. If it gets worse we will admit her."

I glared at Michael. "Shut. Up." I turn back to the doctor. "Can I leave now?"

The doctor nodded and I unhooked myself from the IV.

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I sit at the table with Ashton's clothes on the surface. I have my face in them and I hear footsteps. A large hand touches my shoulder. I look up and Michael stands there with a plate of food.

"Not hungry," I say.

"Well you need to eat."

"No I don't! Leave me alone!!" I scream.

"Goddammit Wendy! I'm trying to fucking help you but you keep pushing me away!" Michael slammed his hand on the table making me jump.

"I swear, Mikey! I'm not hungry! I drank a lot of water and I'm full!"

"Fucking bullshit!" He threw the plate at the wall and stalked out of the kitchen.

"It's okay, babe," Ashton says. "But you really do need to eat."

I sigh. "I'm not hungry. I just want you here with me."

"I am here with you." His cold hand holds my cheek.

"You know what I mean." I whisper.

"I know there's nothing wrong with you but you really need to eat something. Give Mikey a break. He loves you."

It's weird hear my late boyfriend say that his best friend loves me. I nod and he just isn't they're any more.

"Who were you talking to?" Luke asks.

"No one. Just analyzing situations."

"Where's Mikey?" I ask.

"He's in his room," he replies.

I stand and walk to his bedroom. I open the door and he just lays there. I close the door and crawl next to him. I wrap my arms around his waist and I bury my face in his shoulder.

"I love you, Mikey. I'm sorry. I'll eat." I mutter.

"It's okay and I love you too, Wen," he whispers.

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A/N:

I'm sure you all heard about what had happened to Mikey. We all need to keep him in our prayers and wish him the very best. Tell him that we all love him and want him to get well quickly and healthily.

Those of you who don't know, he was burned badly on his face (almost blindly) and his hair caught on fire.