drown - michaelandluke

1.5

It was the next day and I woke up snuggled in Luke's arms. I was suprised they didn't make him leave last night.

"mmmm, Good Morning my Angel." Luke yawned, gripping me a bit tighter. I felt safe and warm in his arms and I didn't want to move.

"Morning, Luke." I mumbled into his chest. "I heard you're getting released today." Luke said, kissing my forehead. I just nodded, trying to fall back asleep.

"No, no, no. None of that you're not going back to sleep, Kitten." I groaned and repositioned my head so I was laying on his shoulder, with my face buried in the crook of his neck.

"Cmon, baby boy. I'm going to get us some breakfast. How does pancakes sound?" He asked, detangling himself from me.

I just nodded, panicking because I never told Luke about my eating disorder. "I'll be back soon. I love you, Beautiful." He spoke, kissing me quickly and leaving.

Dread started to consume me as I thought about him leaving me. I didn't want to tell him, but he deserves to know what he's putting up with.

About 10 minutes later, Luke came in, holding a few boxes. He set them down on the table next to me and I sat up, wincing. Luke set down his jacket and sat next to me.

He opened one of the boxes, grabbing a plastic fork and knife. He cut the pancake and he poked at it, picking it up. He brought it up near my lips and I carefully opened up my mouth, being strong for him.

I latched onto the pancake, chewing it slowly, swallowing it. I shuddered, my stomach making a weird noise at the food.

I was silently praising myself for keeping it down, until I felt bile rise. I hurriedly stood up, grabbing the IV's and running into the bathroom. I dropped to my knees and vomited.

I coughed and choked, spitting the little food and stomach acid back up. I sighed, resting my head on the toilet seat, that I thankfully never used yet.

I felt a hand rubbing my back, and a kiss being placed on the back of my head. "Mikey? Are you okay?" Luke said, silently kicking himself.

I just shook my head and stood up, hobbling over to the sink, grabbing a small bottle of mouthwash and rinsing the foul substance out of my mouth.

I heard Luke flushing the toilet and I scampered back into my bed. I sat down, folding my legs under me. Luke joined me, sitting across from me.

"Luke? Can I tell you something?..." Trailing off towards the end. This was it. It was now or never. I didn't want to do it but I felt bad for keeping it from him. "Of course Mikey. You can tell me anything." I felt him grab my hand, me shrugging it off. I looked up seeing a hurt expression on his features.

"Before you say anything after I tell you, just know I'm sorry." I spoke, wringing my hands together.

I took a deep breath and whispered the words I never wanted to tell him. "Luke... I-I'm A-anorexic...." I said, my throat closing up.

I heard a small gasp and I knew he was thinking I was some fucked up freak. I couldn't help it and a small cry left my lips. I pulled my knees to my chest, not daring to look at Luke.

Heart-wrenching sobs left my mouth as I thought about how much of a fuck up I was for telling him that.

I suddenly felt strong arms wrap around my frame and I was pulled into a warm chest. "Mikey, Calm down baby. Please, I hate seeing you like this. Please look at me." I heard Luke plead. I shook my head, wondering why Luke didn't leave yet.

I felt a finger wedge under my chin and I was forced to Look into the
surprisingly red eyes of my boyfriend. I clamped my hand over my mouth, shutting my eyes. I still sobbed, shaking.