The Story Of Us

Baby Don't Cry

I squeezed my eyes together tightly as my mind started to clear. The light of day began to invade my vision, I stretched my arms out to find cold sheets. My eyes flew open and I sat up. Mitch wasn't in the bed next to me.

I frantically pulled back the sheets and jumped out of the bed. My eyes searched the room desperately. The balcony was empty. There was no one on the couch. That's when I heard the sound of violent vomiting coming from the bathroom.

I felt my feet move from under me as I ran to the source of the sound. I burst through the door to see Mitch sat on the ground, his head resting against the wall and his hands shaking against his legs.

I felt my knees give way from underneath me so I could get to his height. He lifted his head from behind his hands. I had never seen him look so sick. His face was a pasty yellow colour, his pupils were blown up in size and his eyes drooped downwards. His lips were so pale and cracked.

He closed his eyes tightly and I watched as his face screwed up. "I-I'm s-sorry." He stuttered. His head fell back over the toilet bowl as he continued to empty his stomach.

My hand moved to his back as he let a tear slip down his face. I noticed that nothing was coming from his mouth. He was just dry retching into the basin. He began to full out cry, his whole body shaking as he coughed and spluttered.

"Shhh.... Baby don't cry. It's alright." I consoled. He leaned back again but this time into my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and rocked him back and forth.

"It h-hurts so m-much." He stumbled over his words, his breathing shaky. I could feel my shirt becoming soaked with his tears.

"What hurts? Where?" I asked trying to help him. He shook his head against my chest and his breathing became extremely heavy, like he had been running. I could hear it catching in his lungs as he tried so hard to breath in and out.

"Everywhere! It all hurts!" He shouted, folding his body over. He let out a muffled scream and grabbed at my shorts, his nails scratching at my legs. I could see him biting down on his lip hard, almost drawing blood.

"It'll pass. It will stop." I tried to comfort him. I wanted to make it stop. It broke my heart to see him in so much pain. He slammed his hands down against the floor and screamed loudly. He lifted his head up and his voice cracked. His face was covered in tears, his hands repeatedly slamming against the floor.

He kicked his feet against the wall in frustration. "Mitchy, I need to get you home. I need to book a flight." I said. He stopped for a minute and grabbed my arm.

"Please. Please don't. I don't want to ruin your trip." He said through his tears.

"I have to. This is no good for you. We need to get you home and to a hospital." I pleaded, trying to stand.

I began to walk away from him to get to my phone but I could hear him screaming. "No, no, no, no, no." As I walked away. I needed to find something to stop the pain. I couldn't stand to hear him hurting. It hurt me.

I searched through the box of pills. Searching for pain killers. I picked up a box that said Oxycodone. Those were the ones I wanted. I popped two pills out and grabbed a bottle of water.

I ran back into the bathroom. Mitch was curled up in a ball on the ground. I knelt down by his side and lifted his body up. I sat him against the bath. His body was limp and heavy, a dead weight in my arms.

"This is going to stop the pain." I whispered holding out the pills. He looked at my hand and shook his head. He looked down at his hand and I watched as he tried to lift them. He couldn't do it, he didn't have control over his body anymore. "Ok, do you want to open your mouth for me?" I asked and he nodded his head.

He dropped his jaw and I put the pills in his mouth. I then poured a little bit of it down his throat. He closed his mouth again and tried to swallow hard. I watched as he closed his eyes and rested his head back. He clenched his jaw and a wave of pain washed over him again. His chest was rising and falling regularly again.

I stood and walked back to my phone I rang up the airport. "Hello, American Airlines."

"Hi, I'm Scott Hoying. I've got a plane booked from Iceland to LAX on Friday. I was wondering if there was any way I could cancel that flight and book one for as soon as possible."

"Yes, of course Mr Hoying. You had assisted boarding, would you still like that?" She asked.

"Whatever. I don't care. I just need to get on a flight as soon as possible." I urged her. I was terrified. I needed to get him home at that very moment.

"Would two o clock today be ok?" She asked.

"Yes, yes. That's perfect. Thank you."

I hung up and looked through my phone. I contemplated whether to call Kirstie or not. I had to really. She would be able to tell me what to do.

"Hello?" A voice full of sleep answered.

"Kirstie. It's Scott."

"Scott, what's wrong? Is Mitch ok?" She asked waking up a little.

"I need you to tell me what to do. I've booked a flight home because Mitch.... He is in so much pain. He's dry retching and crying and screaming. I don't know what to do. He's in so much pain."

"I'll call the hospital. When will you be home?" She asked.

"Three in the afternoon. I'm scared, Kirstie." I whispered.

"Baby, please don't cry. Stay strong for him. Get him home."

"I'll see you later." I whispered and hung up.

I piled my stuff into my bag and put Mitch's stuff in his bag. I checked the room to make sure that I had taken everything and ran to the reception desk. I explained our situation and gave them our key. I then ran back to our room. A taxi was to come for us in ten minutes.

I placed the bags just outside our door and checked the room again for everything. I heard the horn of a car and walked outside to see the taxi. The taxi driver helped lift the bags into the car.

I went back inside to where Mitch was still sat. I knelt down next to him and put his arms around my neck. I carefully lifted him into my arms. His eyes were closed but I could tell he wasn't asleep. He was just scared to open them.

I sat him in the car and closed the door.i got in the other side and asked the driver to take us to the airport.

Just as we drove along I watched as it began to rain. The day turning dull and sad. Seemingly reflecting how I felt right at that moment. I looked over at Mitch. He was going to be ok. He was going to be fine.

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