All Gone Wrong

Chapter Nine

(Mat’s POV)

I was bored and decided to roll around on the floor. Why? I have no clue. I threw a ton of blankets onto the ground and just rolled back and forth like a dog. I’m weird, no wonder I keep getting rejected. Even though I was doing something as funny and goofy as rolling around, my thoughts were heading the complete opposite.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so much. With Rob, he was like a fish that looked promising, but I knew I would never be able to catch. I only recently realized that this whole time Mitch was better than Rob, and I was able to catch hold of him, only for him to wriggle his way out. Did I just compare my love life to fishing? Well, I guess it was. Boring, time consuming, repetitive…

Anyway, Mitch is different. How had I not noticed before? He was perfect, I mean, there’s a reason why every fangirl wants to be with him. I wanted nothing more than him to tell me that he loves me one more time, for him to gently press his lips against mine and mutter a quiet sorry and for me to apologize too. I just wanted someone to love me, someone who thought of me the same way I thought of him. I just wanted things to go my way for once.

I stopped rolling around in the middle of the floor and stared at the ceiling. Get this through your head, dammit. You love Mitch, even though he likes Jerome. That’s okay; you don’t need a boyfriend to be happy. Besides, you want the best for him and you’re not the best. Jerome is moving in and that’s okay too. Mitch’ll be even happier. I slowly repeated these words in my head until I slightly believed them. I knew that they were lies – none of this was okay and it never will be – but I had to try at least. I’ll try for Mitch.

Speaking of Mitch, my phone rang in my back pocket and the caller ID said he was calling. Wasn’t he just in the other room? Why is he calling? I quickly pressed answer.

“Hello?” I asked.                                                                                                           

“Hello, is this Matthew?” as voice responded. I didn’t recognize it. It was a man’s voice, and he sounded very stern, like he was calling for a business matter.

“Um, yeah. Who is this?” I said politely. In my head, I wasn’t thinking any nice things. I wanted to know why this man had Mitch’s phone and why he was calling me from it. Am I being called for a ransom or something? That would mean that he got kidnapped, and to be honest, he’s so reckless that it’s not completely unlikely that he got kidnapped.

“I’m Doctor Carlile, and I’m calling to tell you about an accident your friend Mitchell was involved in.” ((If you know where I got the last name Carlile from I will love you forever. I’ll give you a shout-out next chapter if you comment correctly :D)) 

“What happened?” I asked urgently. Mitch got in some kind of accident. There’s a doctor who is calling me about it. Those two don’t add up to be anything good.

“There’s been a car crash. Mitchell’s car is completely wrecked and he has some serious injuries. Nothing fatal, but they potentially could’ve been if we hadn’t come on time – he would’ve bled out. When we found him, we saw his phone nearby him. Fortunately for you, his phone doesn’t have a password and we were able to contact someone. You were the first person in his favorites list,” Dr. Carlile explained. I’m the first person on his favorites- Shut up. Now is not the time. Mitch is injured. Besides, you’re his roommate, shouldn’t you be first anyways? 

“Oh.” I let out a small breath. This was not good at all.

“He’s fine now, he’s still unconscious but he’s stable. You’re able to visit him right now – visiting hours end at 9, though.” I nodded, then realized that he wasn’t able to see me, so I muttered a quick thanks and good bye.

My arm dropped back to my side. Mitch was in a hospital. Mitch was in the hospital. Oh my god, Mitch was in the hospital! I shoved my phone into my pocket and ran into my car. I started driving as fast as I could to the hospital without getting in a car crash myself. Then I realized something. Jerome should know too, shouldn’t he? He’s coming back in a few days, and Mitch is his best friend. As much as I didn’t want to talk to him, I forced myself to.

“Hello?” Jerome answered.

“Hey…” I muttered.

“What’s wrong, Mat?” he asked.

“Um… Something happened to, uh, Mitch,” I said slowly.

“What?! What happened?! Is he okay?! Should I come over sooner?!” he rapid-fire spat questions.

“Calm down, the doctors said he’s fine, just unconscious. I’m driving over to see him now. I just… thought that you’d want to know,” I answered quietly. Jerome’s whole tone suddenly changed.

“There’s something else, Mat. What’s wrong?” he said, softly. I dunno, just the fact that you and Mitch like each other and I’m standing here just watching because I can’t do anything but get rejected, I thought bitterly to myself. “What do you mean you keep getting rejected?”

“Oh, shit, did I say that out loud?”

“Maybe. But answer, Mat. What do you mean you keep getting rejected?”

“Well…” I started, trying to fabricate something. I have nothing to lose, why don’t I just tell the truth? “I had a bad crush on Rob for a while and he’s dating someone else, and then… I think I’m falling for Mitch. But h-he likes you,” I nearly whispered. The last part was barely audible.

“He does?” Jerome asked in a non-believing tone.

“Yeah, I- erm, I got to go,” I rushed out, ending the call.

I stared into the hospital’s parking lot. Do you just ever wonder what everyone else is going through? We just get so invested in our own lives that we forget to acknowledge the fact that there are people just like you, who are human and have problems. The red car right next to me could belong to a woman whose husband is suffering from cancer. The grey mini-van on the opposite side of the lot could belong to a family whose youngest child was beaten up badly by a classmate. The black car that’s pulling into the spot in front of me could be a guy whose fiancé was shot during a robbery when she was trying to buy groceries.  And who knows, maybe the person in that convertible pulling in is thinking, “I bet the loser in that car is being melodramatic.”

He you figured out yet that I don’t want to go in?

In a daze, I dragged my feet towards the building. Mitch is in the hospital right now and I’m thinking about my sad love life? Add that to my list of why I get rejected alongside rolling on the floor in a burrito-blanket and being very selfish. I’m so funny, aren’t I. Haha…

((I’ve never been in a hospital as a visitor so I’m basing this all off other fics and the few times we had to go because of my brother… Sorry))

“Hello, how may I help you?” a voice said in an overly cheery tone. I looked up and saw the receptionist give me a small smile. She looked bored, her smile contradictory to the annoyed look in her eyes.

“Um… I came here to visit a friend,” I muttered.

“What’s their name?” she asked.

“Mitchell Hughes,” I answered as I lightly sighed. She typed stuff on her computer and looked back up to me.

“He’s in room 116, that’s down that hall and to the right. He may be unconscious right now, just a heads up,” she told me. I nodded as I muttered a thanks.

It was very empty and plain in the hallway, not to mention dragging on forever. The bleach white walls and flooring made me want to cringe. It was anything but comforting. I can’t imagine trying to be hopeful if I was a patient here.

116. The door was right in front of me. Mitch is behind that door and I don’t really know what to expect. But before I got another chance to second guess myself, I impulsively opened the door.

((Sorry that sucked and I’m sorry that took so long to update L I just wanted to get something out and hopefully it’ll be better next chapter))