To the moon (Muke Clemmings) completed

What if you had the chance.
The chance to do something worth saving someone you love or yourself?
What would you do?
When band mate Michael Clifford decides to stand up to his abusive dad. Things take a turn for the worst. When he is placed in a coma.
Whilst in the coma Confessions are made between close band mate Luke Hemmings. Although Michael can hear and see everything.

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6. Luke

Luke has fallen asleep out side of the door. His head on his right arm and has cried himself to sleep.

It's been six long hours of nothing on my condition. Luke wouldn't leave the door.

Ash and Cal have tried to convince him to go home or to get a hotel near by. But he blankly refused.

He's really cute, when he's curled up on the floor. I mean, his hair messy and eyes puffy, and closed. His lips partly open showing off his black lip piercing.

I turn my head towards the door as it opens slowly. The doctor stumbling over Lukes body.

Luke groans looking dazed. His deep blue eyes widen when he realises the doctor is out. He stands to his feet and helps the doctor up.

'How is he?' Luke bites his lip ring.

'Stable.' The doctor slightly smiles.

'Can I? Can I see him?' His whisper was faint.

The doctor sighs. 'No more than one person in the room.' He looks towards Ash and Cal.

They nod giving Luke permission to be the one.

'Thanks.' Luke looks at the doctors name tag.

'Dr Grey.'

*yes if greys anatomy XD*

'I'll be back to check on him soon.'

They shake hands and depart separate ways. Luke heading strait towards my room. He closes the door.

It isn't long before he is in tears.

'Michael, you should of told me.' He manages to say between sobs.

Luke's POV

'Michael, you should of told me.' I sob, tears falling from my blue eyes and hitting the white ground.

My throat dry and my hair a mess. I look down at Michaels life less body. His pale skin and closed eyes make my eyes to water even more.

One bullet, one god damn, fucking bullet! I run my hand down the metal railing of his hospital bed. His pale, cold hands hanging out of the blanket.

I gently grab his hand holding it in mine. 'I'm here for you Michael. And I'm never leaving your side.' I let a tear roll down my cheeks and hit the white blanket that covers his body.

I close my eyes, his hand still in mine. There cold but comforting. I can feel his pulse, knowing that he's ok is all I need to get me through for a couple of days.

'Luke?' A knock at the door, the calm voice of Ashton says.

'Luke, I've spoken to the doctors and they said it's ok for you to stay with Michael for a while. I'm going to take Karen and Calum out for dinner, do you want to come?'

'I-I can't, I can't leave him, not while his like this-' I stutter, tears again filling my eyes.

'Ok, at lest let me get you some food before I go, you need to eat.'

I nod at his offer.

I hesitate to let go of Michaels cold hand, even for a minute. I took a deep breath in and calmed myself as my fingers left his hand.

I look at Ash tears threatening to spill. He sighs with defeat.

'I'll go get the food.' He walks out closing the door.

I look down at Michael, then around the room. I smile slightly at the sight of a chair in the comer of his room. I walk over to it pulling it back to beside his bed. I sit down, bowing my head.

5 amazing years, on tour and coming this far as a band. Before 2011 Mikey and I never got along in high school. Maybe I was a little jealous of his extremely long fringe. Sounds stupid hey?

Two people not getting along because of hair styles. I don't know...

Maybe it was more than that... I grab hold of Michaels hand again. Bringing it to my chest and holding it closely.

'I could of helped you, I asked constantly if you were ok. You lied. Now your in hospital because I believed you.' It was a faint whisper but it needed to be said even if he can't hear me.

'It's my fault....'

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