Where's Daddy? // Luke Hemmings

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Kiara’s POV

I walked in and burst into tears.

There, right in the centre of the room was a sight I never thought I would see.

There were about a dozen needles going into each arm, tubes in his nose, neck and mouth and the worst part, his skin was as pale as a ghost and he just looked so lifeless.

“Shhh, he’s sleeping now” the doctor whispered and I nodded. I walked over to the chair that was placed beside the bed and sat down.

I took his hand in mine and drew patterns with my thumb on the back of his hand.

“Why did this happen to you Luke? You don’t deserve any of this” I whispered, letting a tear slip down my face.

I kissed his forehead and left the room. I saw the doctor standing outside his room, writing on a clipboard.

“Umm excuse me doc, but do you know what happened to Luke?” I asked.

“Oh yes, I am very sorry to be telling you this but he lost a lot of blood, broke 4 of his ribs and both of his knee caps are shattered” he answered. I couldn’t help but let another tear slip, then another and another until I was full on crying.

I was frozen there, I couldn’t move. Luke doesn’t deserve this. If I had just gone back to him from the beginning and never said yes to Michael then maybe none of this would never have happened.

I made my way outside and stood in the darkness of the night sky. I leaned my back against the brick wall and slowly slid my back down the wall until I was sitting on the floor. I pulled my knees into my chest and buried my head in between my chest and knees.

I cant help but feel like this is all my fault.

What if he doesn’t make it? What am I going to say to Charlotte? How are the boys going to react? How is Charlotte going to react?

There were a million questions running through my mind and they weren’t going away. I tried so hard but they wouldn’t leave my mind. I was so scared.

I started to get cold after sitting outside for what felt like forever. My feet dragged me up to the 2nd floor, where Luke’s room was located and back to the chair where I was sitting before.

I sat and stared at Luke’s lifeless body. He was so drained of colour and it made me feel like crawling into a ball deep down in a hole. This is so unfair, life is unfair!

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It’s been 3 weeks, 3 weeks and Luke is still in hospital.

Well actually, Luke is in a coma and has been from the second he came into this hospital.

He is still missing blood but not as much thanks to the blood donor; Lily. She was so beautiful. We met 5 days after the accident when she donated some of her blood. I was so grateful to her that she did that for a complete stranger so I took her out for lunch, my shout and I guess over lunch, we just…cliqued.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when my phone buzzed on Luke’s lunch table. I picked it up and looked at the name.

From: Lilz

Hey Ki, are you at the hospital, I might stop by and see how Luke is going!! X

Lily xxxxxxx

I replied with a ‘yep’ and put my phone away.

Charlotte hasn’t been to the hospital yet and I sort of feel bad. Maybe I’ll bring her tomorrow.

Even though Luke being in the hospital wasn’t something to be happy about, I was a little bit happy because I felt like I had someone to talk to about everything, even though he couldn’t reply and wasn’t actually listening to me.

You see, Michael and I have been arguing for the past couple days. He isn’t very happy with the fact that I’m at the hospital sitting by Luke’s side every second of everyday. I even sleep here sometimes.

I understand why Michael is mad at me, I mean, I’m leaving my child in his care every day and he can’t go out and spend time with the other boys. Charlotte isn’t even Michael’s child and yet he has been more of a parent to her than I have for the past 3 weeks.  

For the first week of Luke being in here, Michael was with me by Luke’s side every day, but then something changed inside of him and he just stopped coming.

The only times Mikey comes to visit his best friend is when I’m at home with Charlotte, or out shopping with Lily and Annabelle. We don’t visit Luke as a couple anymore and that sort of worries me.

I’m a bit upset at Calum and Ashton, they don’t come and see Luke very much. I think they have just given up and don’t have faith in him. Even Ashton said that it would take a miracle for Luke to wake up. They’ve just given up all hope of Luke waking up.

It breaks my heart when I think about Luke never waking up. I don’t think I would be able to live in a world if Luke wasn’t in it. I miss waking up to his ‘good morning’ texts and his ‘goodnight’ texts. His voicemails where he asks about Charlotte and how he wishes we were one little happy family. I just miss him altogether and sometimes I wander to myself if saying yes to Michael was the right decision.

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