Unify *Muke*

Chapter 5

Michael had begun to improve the weeks upon waking up. Although I had looked these symptoms up, it was still hard to get through. It started Monday morning.

It seemed Mondays were particularly bad for Michael. I had a feeling it was because he had went into his coma on a Monday but he couldn't remember that.

I was helping him pick out an outfit to wear before he showered and he showed to be particularly irritated. "Maybe you should wear the sweater with the black jeans. The peach colored one and the skinnies? I've always liked that on you."

Michael rolls his eyes at me, body still with agitation. "I don't... need your help... Luke. I can do this... on my own." He snaps slowly, even more angered by his slowed speech.

"I was just trying to help you, Mikey. I used to always help you with your outfits. It was like, our thing," I whisper.

"Well I don't... want your help... anymore," He hisses.

I feel tears forming in my eyes and I brush them away in a haste. "I'll just start your shower darling," I murmur, looking down at my hands. I leave without hearing Michael's reply and as soon as I get to the bathroom, I break into sobs. Was Michael falling out of love with me? The thought causes panic to course through my veins.

When fog had begun painting the mirror, I leave the bathroom with tears training down my cheeks. I find Michael in the doorway holding the black skinny jeans and peach sweater I had suggested and I force a smile. "There you go darling," I whisper shakily, pecking his lips. "I-I'll be out in the living room if you need me."

Michael nods and heads into the bathroom. I walk away soon after, collapsing on the living room couch in tears yet again. I bite into my sleeve to keep from sobbing loudly yet my shoulders still shook and trembled with each moment. "Luke?" Ashton murmurs, coming to my side.

"Michael must hate me..." I whimper. "I was trying to help him pick out his clothes, you know how we always used to do that? He said he didn't want my help,"

More tears were streaming down my face and Ashton wipes them away. "He doesn't hate you," He promises, rubbing my back.

"What if he does?" I question with a trembling lip.

"He doesn't," He coos. Ashton and I sit in moderate silence after that, the only sound being my muffled sobs behind sweater sleeves.

"It's stupid that I'm getting upset but... I'm so scared that he's changing ever since he woke up," I whisper.

Michael comes into the living room moments after, dyed hair dripping and clad in the outfit I had picked. "Michael," Ashton snaps and my boyfriend looks over at him with surprise at his sharp tone. "Are you aware of what you've done?" He growls, motioning to me.

Michael looks over at me, finding tears running down my cheeks, nose and eyes red and asks, "Oh my god, what's... wrong?" voice soft and gentle.

"You. You're what's wrong. You did this to him. You made him cry because he thinks you hate him. I don't know what went down in coma-land but here in the real world, things are different. Can't you see what you're doing to him? He wanted you back here so he could love you and cuddle you and kiss you and now you're pushing him away,"

Michael's face pales, eyes flickering back to my red and puffy ones. "Did I... Did I really... do that?" Michael asks and for the first time in the weeks that he's woken up, I have trouble deciphering whether his slowed speech was from emotion or coma.

"Y-Yes," I whisper.

In a flash, Michael is at my side, scooping me up in his arms. "I'm so... sorry," He whispers. "I'm just so... frustrated all the... time," He admits.

I nod my head and say the only thing I can: "I know, lovely and I forgive you."

Sorry it took me so long to update. I literally have no idea what I wanted to have happen so this was the result.

-Shianne xx