I'm still waiting for the doctors to tell me what happened. So then, he comes to say that I can go see Mitch, so I say thanks. "What room is he in?" I ask. "19 to the back of the hall, and take a right." "Thanks, again." He nods to say thanks because he feels my sadness. "16, 17, 18, made it room 19." I think to myself. I open the door to see Mitch with an IV in his arm. I think my crying got worse. He also had a mask over his mouth and nose. I ask question like, "Can you hear me? Do you know who I am? Do you know where you are?" I knew I wouldn't get an answer, but I can always ask. Like I said before, you can never talk enough. Then suddenly, I hear someone say "Chloe, why did you kiss him," but it was like a little soft almost crying voice. I turn to see Mitch with his eyes barely open. "No, he kissed me and his grip was to strong. I promise I only love you." "I......love......you too." He starts to wake up even more and we talk for a little while. Then, there was about 3 minutes of silence before I asked, "What happened, like what did you do to harm yourself?" He sighs and picks up his arm, then I knew exactly what happened. "YOU CUT!!" I say trying not to make it sound like I'm yelling at him. He says back, "Yea, but only when I'm depressed. And did you read it?" "Read what?" "My arm. It has your name with a heart around it." "Awe, Mitch. That's so sweet, but you know I would never ever leave you." I give him a hug, then the hug turns into a kiss. "I love you, Rosebud." "So Rosebud is my nickname now? I like that. I love you, Benja."
