Waking Up in A Mental Hospital (Closed)

Elijah twirled him around again as they moved towards the couches. There was another guy in the room, sitting opposite the couches they had been on before.

Luke sits down, humming under his breath. He smiles up at Elijah.

// okay I'm finally on for like 20 mins, what did I miss??

// okay I'm finally on for like 20 mins, what did I miss??

(So Luke and Elijah were being cute, and everyone is supposed to be meeting in the common room, and Luke’s hands were bloody so he and Elijah washed them in the bathroom? Idk it was just a whole lot of Luke x Elijah stuff)

Luke sits down, humming under his breath. He smiles up at Elijah.

Elijah looked down at him, blushing. "What are you humming?" He asks softly, shifting closer to him.
(Sorry I didn't respond sooner)

"I dunno. A lullaby, I think. I remember my brother singing it faintly." He smiles a little bit.

(Ah, I know I just got on but I gtg)

(that's fine)

// I'll have to leave in an hour

Genevieve jolted awake, unsure of where she was. Her body ached and throbbed in protest as she tried to sit up, but she continued anyway. She stood, studying her surroundings for clues on where this place was. What was the last thing she remembered? She wasn't certain, but at least she knew her name and age, and basic facts like where she lives and what her life is like.

"I dunno. A lullaby, I think. I remember my brother singing it faintly." He smiles a little bit.

"It's pretty. My brother never really sang lullabies. I don't even think he knew any before he-" Elijah caught himself, wincing. He could say died, he could say disappeared. It didn't matter, because either way his brother was gone. "-left."

Luke's expression turns concerned as he gently hugs the other, setting a sweet kiss to his cheek, "I'm sorry… for anything that happened."

Elijah blushed, trying not to be embarrassed. "Th-thanks," he said, ducking his head. "He left when I was eleven, no one's really sure what happened to him."

Luke nods, "I'm the youngest in my family. I have three older brothers, triplets, might I add." he chuckles softly, running his thumb along the infinity tattoo on his wrist.

"That must've been ruff," Elijah said, thinking about his brother. "Ricky- that was his name- was never really the brotherly type. He hated me, he hated our mom, but he was still my brother. And then, he left, and my life got a lot harder, even if he was never a big part of it. Only my best friends could get me out of it- but they're gone now too. It's like everyone leaves at some point. But I suppose they would leave me, it's not like I deserve anything more." He didn't know he was telling Luke about Avery and Noah's deaths, but he couldn't stop himself. "It wasn't fair that they were the one's that died, the world needed them a lot more then it needs me." He reached up to his cheek, feeling himself crying.

Luke was quiet as he pulls Elijah into a hug, comforting him, "It's okay." He whispers. "And for the record? I'm glad you're here." He says softly.

Elijah decided against making another self deprecating comment and instead hugged back, clinging to Luke like it was all he knew how to do.

(This kinda died)

Luke hums softly, hugging him back. "We're gonna get outta here, right?" He whispers.

"I promised, didn't I?" Elijah whispered, wiping his face with his hand. The other one held Luke's softly, as if he were trying not to hurt him. "The last time I was in a hospital I told my therapist to go to hell, I don't expect to stay here long." He added, changing the subject.

Luke nods, smiling softly. He gently squeezed the others hand in assurance.