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Dealt

Trigger warning: death and mourning
Flashbacks will be notified with a *

Grieving the death of someone close to you is a difficult process. It also varies from so many ways of handling the situation.

Some go to alcohol, some become depressed, and there's the choice of a drug. There's always something that can get your mind off of that particular person and that particular situation.

But with this particular person, it was different.

*
"Hello?"
"Good afternoon, are you Kirstin Maldonado?"
"Yeah, that's me.."
"This is Bloomstin Hospital, you were listed as an emergency contact. Ms. Maldonado I'm very sorry to inform you that your friends Mitch Grassi and Scott Hoying have been in a car accident. Specifically two hours ago. The collision was straight on-"

From then on I stopped listening.

I couldn't keep listening.
*

They had been on there way to get some food, it was right after we worked on some music. You never really expect to come home after being with the ones that you constantly get to see, and that end up being the last time you ever have a conversation with some of them..

*
I stood up after having collapsed in tears when hearing the news from asking a doctor for 'Mitch Grassi and Scott Hoying'

I'd been on the ground sobbing for, well, quite a while. But I got up, on wobbly legs, and made my way to Mitch's room first.

I was immediately taken aback. I couldn't even recognize him.

He was bruised everywhere, the marks had already turned purple on his arms and face. Scratches trailed his pale skin. His hair was matted in different directions. He wasn't awake.

After calming myself down and waiting awhile for him to wake up, without succeeding, I decided to go to Scott.

I walked in and my breath hitched in my throat at the sight, that whole 'calming myself down' thing going completely down the drain.

He didn't have very many cuts. Only a few bruises, besides the major one on his head. His hair still had a bit of poof in it. His skin was white as snow. He wasn't awake.
*

Now as if I hadn't gone through enough that day the doctors came to the conclusion, that Mitch was in a coma from being shot forward so hard.

I came to visit every day, others came quite often as well. Avi, Kevin, Mitch's family.. It all went on for weeks. But I wouldn't let them talk about it around him, no talking about what happened when we're in Mitch's room. I had heard that when people are in comas, they can still hear what's going on around them. And so, no one was allowed to talk about it.

But then he woke up

*
"Well is Scott okay? Where is he?"
"Y, yep. He's at home, doesn't know you're awake actually."
"I don't like this.. I feel, I don't know how I feel.. Can you call Scott?"

I wish I could've.
*

He was still supposed to stay in the hospital, even though he was healed up and officially awake, they needed to make sure everything was okay for another day. And I needed to help by not telling him about Scott, in case of him going into shock right away.

*
"Kirst, why did we stop here? We ate a little bit ago."

I pulled into the parking lot of an empty diner and turned down the music. He was finally out of the hospital, and I couldn't hide it anymore.

"Mitchy, I'm gonna tell you something, that.. I've been lying about.. And I want you to know it was for your health. But I have to tell you now, and I needed to get that across first."
"Okay.."