•Michael•
"Luke is in hospital," Luke's mum spoke. My heart felt as if it had stopped as I struggled to breathe, immediately grabbing my keys and getting in the car while his mum tried to calm me down.
"It's best if- if you came here and w-we can talk," Liz sobbed, following with the details of his ward.
What did he do? Oh god oh god, my mind spoke, telling me the worst as I broke the speed limit, clutching the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white as I tried to breathe and not to cry or throw up with worry.
I arrived at the hospital after almost having a nervous break down halfway along the highway and I parked the car as close as possible to the building, not even caring if it got clamped, ignoring the huge pay and display signs and practically running inside.
"I need to see Luke Hemmings," I spoke desperately to the front desk and, after lying about being his cousin, someone showed me to his room.
"He's not in a good place, just to warn you, we usually-" the nurse spoke as we stood outside his room but I ignored her and opened the door.
My jaw dropped and I covered my mouth to stop from crying when I saw him. Needles in his arms, pale and barely awake.
"No, no, no," I sobbed, running over to his bed and dropping to my knees beside him, everything going blurry as I cried.
"M-Michael?" Luke spoke croakily.
"Oh god Luke what did you do?" I sobbed, feeling like someone was twisting and tearing my heart out and showing it to me as some kind of sick joke.
"I didn't- oh god I- why didn't I succeed, Michael?" he choked, sitting up a little more.
"Luke, no no, god please, please never ever say anything like that o-oh my god," I cried into his arm, "oh my god I- you- I'm so so glad you're alive. I love you I love you."
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, the tears forming in his eyes, "I don't know what to say, I am so so sorry." he sobbed.
"You idiot," I cried, hugging him as if he was going to disappear. Well he almost bloody well did.
"I'm sorry. I jus- I wanted everything to stop," he sobbed.
"Baby it's okay, you're gonna be okay," I promised him, pulling him into another hug, "oh god I love you, please please don't try it ever again. I don't want you to ever feel like death is your only escape, just- you can do anything but don't- don't try to... to do it again..."
"Michael I'm scared," Luke cried, gripping my arm tighter, "I'm scared. What if... maybe... if I wanted to succeed..."
"You're going to be okay, I promise you," I whispered over and over again to Luke. My Luke. My beautiful Luke.
"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry," Luke repeated, "I love you."
"I love you so fucking much, Luke, please don't do anything like that again," I mumbled into his shirt. He lifted my head and connected our lips.
"If I'd have succeeded, I would never have been able to kiss you again," he whispered, "I'm so so sorry."
"I love you," I mumbled, still sobbing between kisses, as my voice dropped to a broken whisper, "please don't leave me."
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a/n crying
who else is crying
what did I do
/:(
~Teddy
