M E D I C I N E |Muke ✓

nineteen

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Two days.

Luke has been sick in bed and a crying mess for two days.

Lucky for Luke, the fever had gone away the third day.

Sadly, Luke had no communication with Michael at all those days, so the first thing he wanted to do is go see his baby.

He walked down the stairs and glared at his mother, then walked out the door.

"Mikey, i'm here."

"Go away."

A small voice was heard from upstairs.

"Michael what's wrong?"

"I said go away."

Michael was on the floor in a corner, with his knees up against his chest.

Luke bent down to his height.

"Please tell me what's wrong baby, I want you to get better."

"You left me."

"That's what this is about?

Mikey, I got sick from kissing you, but I'm better now."

Michael shook his head.

"Am I going to die, Luke?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Because I'm not normal, Luke.

I get sick so often and unbearable pain, I'm so tired of it."

"I know and things are gonna get better soon, I promise you."

Luke kissed the top of his head.

Michael got up and sat on his bed, Luke sitting next to him.

"Luke I want to know what's wrong with me, I want the truth."

"Okay, but promise not to get mad."

"I-I.."

"Promise me."

"It's just sometimes I can't control it, b-but I promise."

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