Heyy are y'all ready to see what that phone call was about in the last chapter?!
"H-he what?" I had asked that question once already.
"He woke up and when we went to put him in the wheelchair one of the nurses that had his arm slipped, making him slip as well. He went into shock before he passed out he is currently in surgery because he had minor brain damage. It will not effect his lifestyles too much if he lives." I could feel the color draining from my face.
"Uh, uhm, well can I come up there and see him when he gets out?" I said blankly taking in shaky breaths. I cannot have a panic attack.
"I'm afraid not, miss direct fami-"
"I'm his older sister for Christ sakes you're gonna let me in that god damn room of his and see my baby brother." I said through gritted teeth.
"Mam, I need you to calm down or I'll have to tell you you can't see him at all until he gets out of the hospital." I grew angrier with each word.
I pulled the phone away from my ear and told Michel I was going out for a few minutes. When I got where no one could hear me I started speaking.
"Look, I am not in the mood to put up with your shitty attitude right now. You just told me my brother could die during this surgery because some dumbass nurse slipped and made my baby brother fall and cause brain damage. Technically, I could sue you but I'm being polite and containing my anger because you disgusting people are my only chance at getting to see my baby brother again. If you refuse to let me see him I will find a way to make sure that after my baby brother is out of that dreadfully despicable place, I will sue you. One way or another I am going to see my little brother. Are we clear?" I said in a dangerously low voice so that even if Michael was at the door it would be muffled.
"Mam, I've told you once and now I've told you twice of you do not calm do-"
"I AM CALM!!" I yelled.
"You are going to let me see my little brother or I will sue your arrogant little asses, are. we. clear?" I said through gritted teeth.
"Y-yes." The man said in a shaky voice.
"Good, I'm glad we had this talk, goodbye." I said and hung up.
I walked out of the lounge room and went back upstairs to Michael's room. "Hey baby." I said crawling into bed with him. I sat propped against the headboard and he laid his head on my lap.
"What was all that about?" He said in a small voice. I noticed Michael had been a bit...I don't know vulnerable? Since the accident. Like he would cry a lot and ask for cuddles. And when people would talk to him, except me and the boys, he would mostly give one worded answers.
I ran my hands through his hair which I found out calms him down. That and tickling his back are what makes him relax and calm him down.
"Well, it was the hospital, and they said that Luke woke up." Michael's eyes lit up and he started to smile. "But, when they went to get him up one of the nurses that was holding his arm slipped." I talked slowly, wanting to see Michael's reaction. "And when she fell he fell too. He is in surgery right now because of minor brain damage. The man on the phone said that it won't effect his lifestyle too much."
Michael sat with his mouth hung open and his eyes shut tightly. I saw a single year roll down his face. "Hey," I said getting his attention. "He's gonna be fine." I said to Michael.
"I should've gone straight. I shouldn't have turned or we wouldn't be in this mess." He said once he was upright. Michael stared blankly at the wall in front of him.
I sighed and straddled him. "Michael, babe, if anything caused this it's me running away. If I hadn't run away you guys wouldn't have had to come find me." I whispered and rubbed under his eyes where more tears had escaped.
"No, you weren't in the car. It wasn't your fault it was mine." He said and sobbed into my neck. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck.
"Baby, look at me. Michael, baby, you're gonna have to look at me." I said pulling his face out if my neck and cupping his cheeks.
"It was not your fault it was the other driver please get that through that pretty little head of yours. And even if it had been your fault which it wasn't, the nurse slipped." I said.
"Come here, cutie." I added and pulled him in for a hug. "He'll be fine." I whispered as we rocked back and forth.
"W-will you tickle m-my back?" He asked in a small voice. I think he was embarrassed about asking that so much. I didn't mind because as long as I was with Michael I don't care what he asks.
"Of course." I replied and lifted his shirt. I traced my fingers delicately along his soft skin making sure not to scratch him. He shivered a bit making me giggle.
"Do you think he's gonna be okay?" Michael asked softly.
"I think no matter what happens everything is gonna be okay." I said and reached down kissing his forehead lingering for a few seconds.
I knew what she meant. She was just saying that if Luke doesn't make it, I'm gonna be semi-fine sooner or later. But that's the thing. I won't be fine. I'll be a complete mess. I won't be able to cope without him. He's one of my best friends, one of my brothers. If I could choose me being in like that or Luke I would definitely choose me. Luke doesn't deserve that.
A tear escaped my eye at the thought of Luke not making it through that surgery. Even if he did, he probably wouldn't be able to do the tour and we'd have to postpone it for a while. Of course, Luke getting better is worth postponing the tour.
"Michael, we're gonna be fine. I promise baby it'll all get better."
I woke up and I was wrapped in warm blankets but no Bella. I frowned and sat up. I could hear her in the bathroom crying. I got out of the bed and walked over to the door and opened it.
"Bella, sugar, what's wrong?" I asked as I knelt down towards her. She was sitting on the toilet whimpering and sobbing.
"Hey, hey just tell me what's wrong." I said and cupped her face.
"Th-they d-d-d-don't think Luke's gonna m-make it." She sobbed out falling to the floor. I caught her just before she hit the ground.
"Oh my god." I whispered and held Bella tightly. I rocked back and forth whispering sweet comforting words into her ears. I knew the 'comforting' words weren't true, and she did too. But we listened to ourselves and told ourselves these lies over an over again.
A few hours had passed. I don't know how many. I don't care anymore. I stopped caring when I got that call. I don't care what happens to me. I just don't care.
I have been sitting in the kitchen staring at the solid tan wall for over two hours now. I told Michael to go to sleep a little while ago. He was so worn out. I was still wearing my skinny jeans and my some shirt I found earlier.
In Luke's room.
It was his.
I grabbed my keys and left a note.
'Going out for a bit, be back later love you xx'
I sped down the road towards the house of one person I knew I could trust. We hadn't talked in a long time, since freshman year actually when I moved to school with the boys.
I got to her house and shut my door. I knew she probably would be mad at me for coming this late but I needed someone to talk to right now and not the boys.
I knocked on the door totally expecting her to be there. But a boy who looked a little older than me stood, towering over me. His shoulders were broad and he had a good build.
"Uh, is Vivian here?" I asked him slightly scared by his height. He didn't look warm and cuddly like the boys were.
"Yeah why?" He snapped.
"None of your business just bring her here." I said sassily. "Tell her it's Bella she'll know me." I told him.
"Vivian get up! Someone named Bella is here to see you." Suddenly footsteps were heard coming from the hallway. She came into view. Lucky for her, she had grown taller since eighth grade when I last saw her. I had to look up to her now.
"Hi." I said awkwardly. She looked at me multiple times just studying my features. "Ya know you haven't changed at all since eighth grade. At. All." She said her eyes wide.
Heyy so the character Vivian is dedicated to my bestest friend in the world Vivian (obviously) she is like an older sister to me Vivian if you're reading this ily 💖