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a fleece blanket was wrapped tight around michael, just the tips of his aquamarine blue hair poking out. luke had sleeping on the chair next to him for the past hour or so, mouth open and head lolling back, resting his cheeks on his shoulders. michael had become inconceivably bored out of his mind, and had moved on from doodling on luke's cheek to losing himself into the television screen hanging on the wall infront of him, eyes wide open as he watched the white diamond lady talk. she kinda scared him, soft whimpers leaving his lips everytime she snapped, and snuggling further into the bed for solace and a false sense security he desperately needed.
it was now nearing hour eight, and the azure haired boy felt like there was a thousand hamsters running on a wheel inside of him, growing restless but making him equally as tired. he had been confined inside these four walls for the most of the day, reduced to nothing but bed rest as he was attached to machines all around him, the multi colored tubes hanging off his chest, pumping him full of chemicals that he knew was stripping him off his life. it burned him inside out, and every now and then it felt like every bone in the boy's body was breaking, splintering into a million little pieces, before he clicked the little red button by his bed and his nurse hurried in and injected morphine into his skin, the liquid seeping into his blood and once again making him numb.
by hour ten michael's mind was no longer residing inside the hospital room, where his body was curled onto luke's, who he had dragged onto the bed with him a while ago. luke's head rested on the smaller boy's thighs, and michael was leaning against the metal frame of the brassy hospital bed, gelid to touch from the air-conditioning of the room. it didnt phase michael, not anymore, atleast. he had worse things to worry about, his eyes flooding to the brink with tears, not even registering the burn of his eyelids when he stared at the ceiling for too long without blinking, body thrumming in panic, and flushed with the need to stay completely still to not wake his boyfriend when his body screamed for mercy.
hour twelve, and michael's world was pitch black, like the world around him. the stars embedded around his sunshine eyes had scattered into the blankets hanging above him, untouchable, wrapping around both luke and michael, lulling the smaller of the two to sleep. luke was wide awake by now, woken up by the footsteps of the nurse that came in a few minutes ago to unhook michael off the blinking machines, and let them go back home again. luke hurried to busy himself by packing their bags as soon as the words left the doctor's mouth, determined to not stay even a few seconds more than he needed to be, and even more desperate to leave.
by now the only thing running in the beach blonde's body was exhaustion, and he was too tired to even function, let alone pack in everything properly. they definitely did go overboard with preparation. luke had even gone an an extra mile to stay awake until the most daunting hours last night, drawing and writing little notes of encouragement to his boyfriend, and hanging them around his bed once they arrived. michael was too tired to even smile by the time he saw them, but he squeezed luke's fingers tightly to show his appreciation, before whispering a sequence of i love you's that luke would have never heard if he wasn't looking for it.
after fifteen minutes of kneeling on the floor and stuffing card decks into the pockets of his bag, he decided to just throw them all in and chuck the bag into the back of his dilapidated car, hopefully forgetting about it until he had to deal with it. for a split second luke smiled, so faint that it was barely there and not quite reaching his eyes but he saw michael infront of him, pouting with the golden doe eyes of his when he saw what a mess luke had made. if he was awake the blonde would have definitely been slapped on the back of his head a couple of times by now, forced to mumble a sorry while michael faked an angry persona at him.
he looked back onto the bed where the boy lay, the smile leaving his face almost instantly as his heart started aching, realising how much he missed the boy today, despite never leaving his side. he knew that it was for the best for the both of them that he was asleep right now, because even if chemotherapy was a hell of a drug, the side effects were the end of lucifer's scythe.
it still doesn't hurt any less. or make him feel any less alone.
luke sighed, pulling the backpack over his back, letting it hang off his shoulder. he moved to the foot of bed, reaching out and rubbing the skin of michael's cheek with the back of his ring finger. there was a plush charmander tucked between his armpit, and luke smiled once more before picking up a blanket he had left out from packing, gently laying it over michael's thin frame and tucking the ends, lifting his body up, hand under his neck and ear to luke's chest. he made sure the boy was still sound asleep, before letting the door click shut behind him as he made his way to the world outside four walls, smelling of cigarette smoke and midnight barbecues.
for now, it was just to two of them. a sad boy and a sick one, only existing within each other's lives.
and they were very content.
luke was now falling asleep by the wheel, almost at the edge of speeding, clutching onto the drivers wheel for some stability as yawns threatened to slip past his lips. it didnt help that he didn't have the usual company that made him forget about the sleep swimming in his ocean eyes. michael lay silently behind him, sprawled on top of pillows that luke had dragged onto the back of the car that morning, the side of his face burning bright under the light of a full moon and her pearls, making luke's breath hitch everytime he caught sight of his boyfriend. there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that michael was an angel, and it was only moments like this that did nothing but prove his point. the blades of his shoulder visible, bony and scrawny with nothing left on his body except skin stretching on bones, and luke still thought he was the most beautiful boy in the world.
and luke could only just imagine the skin splitting in the empty space, feathers sprouting their way out of his pale skin and taking him away, the sound of his wings so quiet that he would miss it, and luke was so scared that one night was all it would take, and he would wake up completely alone forever.
