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nordickong:

Matthias heard the monitor hurry, and as he was the only one awake he knew that it… well, it was something. He strained his ears and then he heard it, the voice calling his name. “Luke…” He was tired, but he needed to get to Lukas. Lukas needed him. Carefully and gently he removed himself from the sleeping boy’s grip, careful not to unplug himself from the heart monitor or IV tree as he shuffled over to the others bed, dropping himself into the chair with a slight grunt, one hand going to his chest and rubbing circles on it to help it feel better, the other reaching out and taking Lukas’ gently. “Lukas… I’m here, Luke…”

((alkfjalkfjkljkljkl hiiiiiiiii))

Lukas lay there, wires and cords and needles running into his body anywhere they could get them. He still couldn’t move, nor feel reality. He was stuck in his dreamland, the drugs putting him on the verge of nightmares. He mumbled some more, or at least tried to, even his lips feeling numb from the anesthetic. “M…. Matt… Mm..” He muttered, his chest rising and falling with each shaking, loud breath he took, using and needing the oxygen mask. 

((jndjnd I’m so so sorry… I hate this homework.. sooo many questions ;3; … and I have no voice -.-… it’s like… gone -.- ))

“I’m right here, Luke… Right here…” He lifted his other hand up to the man’s face, stroking it gently. “I’m not goin’ anywhere…” He was worried, scared, terrified. He hated feeling like this.

((NO it’s okay shhhhhhh~))