The Missing Pieces

The Road to Recovery

NO SCHOOL AND I'M INSPIRED SO LET'S GO

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*Mitch's POV*

I hear talking.

I hear the beeping noise.

I must be back.

Back to the hospital.

Back to life.

Am I in a coma?

I can't move.

Great, I am in a coma.

I hear mumbling beside me.

Sounds like Scott.

"Yeah, I got a little sleep."

He stayed here?

"No, he hasn't moved."

I wonder who he's talking to.

"I'll call you if he wakes up, I promise. I doubt he will, it's been two weeks."

Two weeks?

I've been out for two whole weeks?

I'm guessing that I'm gonna wake up soon. I've just now been able to hear things around me.

I try to move.

Nothing.

I try harder.

I manage to move my hand a little and I hear Scott jump up.

"Mitch?"

I desperately want to wake up.

I try opening my eyes.

Crap. They won't open.

"Mitch, can you hear me?"

I twitch my fingers.

He breathes a sigh of relief. "I thought you were gonna die."

Yeah, me too.

I manage to grab his hand.

"Mitch! Please, wake up!" He starts to cry.

I'm trying, you idiot.

I try to squint my eyes.

Yes, got it.

I feel them slowly open.

I hiss at the bright light as Scott burst into tears.

"Mitch! Nurse! He's awake! He woke up!" He runs out into the hall like a crazy person as a bunch of doctors come in and start putting a bunch of stuff on me and start doing a lot of tests.

I hear Scott calling everyone on the phone and telling them that I've woken up.

Great, more people.

After about ten minutes all of the doctors leave and it's just me, Scott and a specialist.

"Hello, Mitch, Scott. So, before I start, how long has he been out for?"

"Two weeks." Scott says, obviously still shaken.

"Okay and from what I see he has lost his ability to talk?"

"Yeah, and it's getting worse."

"Okay. Now, Mitch. The overdose. You took the limit, but the pills were very strong. The chemicals in the pills have caused you to have major PTSD and anxiety. I recommend you see a therapist. The good news is, this has not made your speaking worse than it already is. Any questions?"

I shake my head and the doctor hands Scott some meds, I presume, and walks out.

There's a long silence.

How long am I in here?

"Another week."

This is like my second home. I hate it.

"I know. I hate it too."

I know. I'm sorry.

"It's not your fault, Mitch."

Sing with me. I try to change the subject.

"What?" Scott's head snaps in my direction.

Sing with me. I want to sing.

"Um, okay. What song?"

Valentine.

"Are you sure? That's a hard one, I mean, there's a lot of speaking."

Just do it.

Scott gives me a reluctant look, but starts to sing anyway, filling in for everyone as best as he could.

It gets to my part. I know I can do it. I've been trying.

I take it slow. "So will you never be my lover or my Valentine, never be a friend of mine, never see my better side, baby you'd be terrified of all the secrets I've been hiding you won't ever find. But deep inside me, and I don't wanna hide me."

Scott is nearly in tears. "Mitch! You can sing again!"

I've been trying. All because of you. You believed in me.

"But I let you down..."

You're stressed. It's okay. I know it's stressful.

"I love you, Mitch."

I love you, too.

"No, like Mitch...I really love you."