inadequate ☠ afi + lrh • mgc/cth (boyxboy)

a.f.i

june 21, 2014, 1:20 a.m

I woke up to my phone ringing, for the fourth time. I groaned grabbing it, seeing it was michael and finally answered it.

"michael, what is it?" I asked a little worried since he was calling so late.

"Ashton," he sobbed out, "i-it's calum. i-i-i don't know what happened, a-and," he tried saying crying as I turned my lap on getting out of bed.

"michael what's wrong with him? where are you guys at?" I asked already putting jeans on along with a shirt.

"the hospital," he said.

"okay, call luke i'm on my way," I said before hanging up and pulling my shoes on.

I rushed downstairs to grab my mothers car keys, and rushed the the hospital within minutes I arrived and rushed inside.

I went to the third floor, and seen michael sitting in the waiting room crying. calum a parents, and sister was already there and michael saw me, and ra to my arms hugging me.

"what's going on?" I asked worried.

"he just passed out, I don't know what happened. something was wrong with his stomach because he kept grabbing it, and he said he couldn't breathe," he said as I wiped away his tears and I nodded.

"will they not let any of us back?"

he shook his head and luke walked over to with the same worried expression that I was wearing.

"I came as fast as I could," he said jogging over to us and hugging michael, "how is he?"

he shrugged, "I don't know, and they're not telling us anything."

we walked over and started talking to his parents, and we tried comforting each other the best we could until a doctor walked out.

"Calum Hood?" she said and we all stood up as she walked over to us.

"we need his parents," she said as michael frowned.

"what? why? can you not tell us what's going on?"

the woman gave an apologetic look and shook her head, "sorry," she said as they began walking off, and michael kicked the sofa and I grabbed him.

"michael-"

"this is fucking bullshit!" he cried as I forced him into a hug and he began sobbing into my shoulder.

my eyes filled with tears and I couldn't help as I started to cry. we were all crying.

after two hours of waiting, and getting McDonald's, his parents finally walk out with tears in their face.

"is he okay?" michael gushed and his mother shook her head sitting down.

"look, he's fine," his dad said, making a heavy weight come off my shoulders, "before you guys can go in their, we want to tell you what happened."

we nodded and stood waiting to hear what was wrong with him, "they diagnosed calum with anorexia," he said and it felt like my stomach dropped.

calum has an eating disorder? how come we never knew? we're around him most of the time and none of us ever suspected that he never ate.

"he hasn't eaten in six days and when he does, he binges, and makes hisself throw up," he said as his mother was sobbing.

"h-he starves hisself?" michael asked and his father nodded before leading us to his room where calum laid in the bed, looking away from us.

"why?" michael asked crushed, with his voice cracking.

I glanced at luke and he avoided eye contact with me. I wasn't sure why. and I stared at him for a couple seconds just to see if he would look back at me, but he wouldn't.

calum glanced down, advoiding michaels gaze.

"why did you do this?" he questioned again, and he seemed pissed, "why didn't you ask for help! why didn't you ask for fucking help!" he crie and I grabbed his shoulder, trying to calm him.

"michael-"

"i'm you're fucking best friend, calum. i'm here for you, do you not see that I care for you?! do you understand you could be fucking dead!" he cried out as calum started crying.

"i'm sorry!"

"oh, you're sorry?" he said and luke shook his head.

"michael, enough," he said and michael ignored him.

"you think you'd still be sorry if we ha to go to your funeral because you decided that you didn't want to eat, and you starved to death? would you be sorry then?" he spat vicious as I grabbed him, pulling him back, angry that he was making calum cry.

"shut the hell up, michael!" I said holding his shoulders, "stop yelling at him! he didn't mean for this to happen, he's hurting an you're sitting here making him cry, so fucking stop," I said and he stared at me before nodding his head.

luke was sitting on the bed beside calum, speaking to him, asking him how he was feeling.

I shook my head I never knew calum felt so horrible about himself, that he felt like he needed to starve himself to be nice. he was already nice looking. calum was great and it broke my heart seeing him like this.

I walked over, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, grabbing his hand and givin him a smile.

"hey calum," I said and he smiled and nodded.

"hey Ashton."

I tried thinking of something besides asking him how he was feeling or why he did it. I knew never to ask why. I know how much I hated it when luke asked me why. he learned not to, and Luke's good with things like this.

"FIFA 15 comes out in a couple days," I said making him chuckle and I smiled, "I hate that game so much. but when it comes out maybe we can get it and play it," I said and he nodded his head.

"yeah, that sounds fun to me."

I gave him sad smile before glancing at michael, sitting in the chair, watching calum. I knew how heart broken he was. calum was so close with michael and I knew how michael was feeling. I couldn't help but feel sorry.