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"name?"

nothing.

"age?"

nothing.

"birthday?"

nothing.

"can you tell us anything?"

"i don't need your help."

"do you want us to get one of your friends?"

"i want ashton," i whisper.

the doctor shakes his head. "we can't let you see him. what about that boy who brought you in?"

as much as i hate him for putting me in here, i need michael. so i nod.

the doctor leaves and returns minutes later with a distressed looking michael. he sits and the doctor leaves us alone.

"luke, please talk to them," he begs.

"how's ashton?"

"he's doing well. but this is about you. you need help, luke."

i shake my head sadly. "i'm fine. it was just a mental breakdown."

"you're not okay and you know it. you're so focused on ashton you've been forgetting to eat," he tells me.

it hurts because i know it's true. "i couldn't," i mumble.

"you care about him too much," he sighs. he then asks, "do you want me to talk to the doctors for you?"

i nod and he leaves the room.

i'm glad that people like michael exist.

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