What Was That About

All Luka could focus on was the blur of lights and roaring of car engines as he passed them, he couldn't even feel the rain soaking through his clothes and borderline freezing his skin. His mind still racing from the brief yet frantic call he got from his sister as the sun was just starting to go down. Apparently, she had done him the courtesy of not calling him until they had ruled out the need for emergency surgery. 

The city lights no longer sounded peaceful like they did when he was with (Y/N), instead they felt like venom to his ears, reminding him just how much further he had to go to make it to the hospital. What used to put his mind at ease only served to make his heart pound that much harder as he felt himself gasp for air. 

He stumbled through the doors to the hospital, the passing of nurses, doctors, and security not even registering as he almost floated across the tile floors. The only thing that made him somewhat coherent was the flash of his sister's purple hair in the corner of the ICU's waiting room. She wordlessly stood up and hugged her brother, murmuring frantic apologies as he rubs her back, letting their warm tears mix together. 

"Luka, I'm so sorry. I could've stopped them. I shouldn't have gotten (Y/N) riled up like that," Juleka sobbed, clutching the back of his jacket so tightly that her knuckles were as white as the coats of the doctors around them. 

He kissed the top of her head, feeling her start to hiccup "It's not your fault, Juleka. (Y/N) would have done it anyway. You're safe, and they're stable. That's all that matters right now," he cooed soothingly, trying to focus on the fact they're both safe. 

They both sat down in the corner, whispering about what had happened, they were quickly interrupted by a guy rushing in and slamming his hand on the desk, panting as he asked where his kid was. 

"Sir, what's your kid's name?" The nurse responded, her smile calm and controlled as her eyes showed how tired she was getting. It must have been a long shift 

"(Y/N) (L/N)" he said, already pulling out his phone and fiddling with the headphone cord wrapped around it "How are they," he asked, his voice hoarse. 

Luka's head snapped up immediately, straining to listen for any hint at how his (H/C) haired friend was doing "they must be so scared, it's so cold here," Luka murmured as he glanced down the hallways. 

A doctor approached the desk, and honestly, he seemed like the one they would send in if a patient had a violent history as security, not the one giving out medication. He pushed up his glasses and glance at the chart in front of him "Are you, Owen?". After seeing the nod, he took a deep breath "they're asleep right now, but, they have two broken ribs and bruises almost everywhere on the right side. Their wrist is fractured but they should recover just fine. We just want to keep (Y/N) here for a few days to make sure we addressed everything."

Luka let out a gasp of relief, knowing (Y/N) was going to recover was more than enough for him right now. Owen coughed "I heard a friend came with them, would you happen to know if they left yet?" 

The doctor nodded, "She's the one with purple hair in the corner. If you talk to her be gentle, she saw everything happen." 

Owen nodded before approaching them "Juleka, right?"

She nodded, glancing at Luka in hopes of a rescue which her brother happily answered. Luka stuck his hand out, smiling weakly "I'm Luka, Juleka's brother. I'm a (Y/N)'s boy," he started before quickly correcting himself "I'm (Y/N)'s friend"

Owen's eyes lit up "Oh you're Luka! They talk about you a lot," he said happily before clearing his throat "I'm sorry we had to meet under such unfortunate circumstances but I'm sure (Y/N) will be happy to see you when they wake up. The grandparents are trying to get a flight back from the states now."

Luka nodded as they dove into very idle conversation, the tension unquestionable from both sides was eventually interrupted by a nurse coming by to tell them (Y/N) was awake. 

All (Y/N) could feel was themselves shivering and the pain exploding across their body. The cheap linens covering the even cheaper feeling hospital bed made it even more agonizing to try to do anything but stand still. Their first semi-conscious breath made them realize just how much her throat hurt. It felt as if it was on fire while simultaneously scraping everything, similar to nails on a chalkboard "It's so dark," (Y/N) said to themself, it barely came out as a squeak. 

The door suddenly burst open, causing (Y/N) to flinch and light pour into the room. The first thing (Y/N) saw was the familiar silhouette of their uncle in the doorway fumbling for the light switch. When it was on and (Y/N)'s eyes settled, they smiled at the sight of their uncle. While he looked disheveled and worried, he was smiling. They then settled on Juleka, happy she was here despite the fight. 

Finally, Luka walked through the door and (Y/N) suddenly found Themselves feeling a little self-conscious that he had to see them so weak this early into the friendship. All they could focus on was how pale he looked, his eyes looked sunken and his hair looked as if he had run a marathon to get there in time. (Y/N)'s heart began to pound as they finally saw his eyes, just as full of love as they were at the concert. He wasn't scared of (Y/Nl or the mess they were right now, he was just happy they were going to be okay. 

Luka stumbled to the bed, flashing a shy smile when he almost tripped over his own two feet. Owen quietly excused himself to call the grandparents and he pulled Juleka out to give them some alone time, telling her he'd treat her to food as a thanks for staying with (Y/N). 

Luka sat on the chair next to (Y/N), the room quiet but buzzing with all kinds of things they want to say to each other. Questions, reassurance, declarations, emotions, all of it. Luka wanted nothing more than to hold (Y/N) and let them cry about everything they's been feeling, but he knew he would probably hurt them if he squeezed (Y/N) as tight as he wanted to. 

(Y/N) groaned, a squeak coming out as they tried to break the silence. Luka took their hand, rubbing it with his thumb gently "Don't talk, you'll hurt yourself," he breathed, looking at (Y/N) with red and glossy eyes. If (Y/N) had reached out and done anything or showed any sign of pain, his tears would begin to spill over like a broken dam. "Just focus on getting better, okay," he whispered, his voice catching "It's going to be okay, I promise." 

(Y/N) nodded, pulling up his hand to place a gentle kiss on his knuckles before their eyes drifted closed again, leaving Luka alone to sob, never letting go of their hand. 

When (Y/N) woke up, the sun was streaming and dancing happily into the window. Luka and everyone else were gone, but they left a note telling them they were getting them stuff and bringing back food, so they would allow it. (Y/N) glanced around, noticing a box on their nightstand that wasn't there when they fell asleep. (Y/N) picked it up slowly, noticing the red paint over the intricate carvings. 

They opened the clasp and the lid shot open in a brilliant flash of light, a blurry figure appearing in front of Them "Hi, (Y/N), I'm your new Kwami,"

Luka parked his bike in the hospital parking lot, grabbing bags filled with gifts for (Y/N) from him and (Y/N)'s class. As he strolled in, he noticed a small old man leaving the ICU unit looking nervous. He shrugged it off, though, who wouldn't be a little on edge in the hospital? But what was that about? 

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(A/N: I posted this one a little early since the last chapter was a bit of a cliffhanger. But congratulations! You are now a miraculous holder!)

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