SIDE STAGE TECH

Chapter 27

// I feel so bad for the last chapter oh my god. just blame becca. she helped me out with that lmao. Anyways I forgot to mention in my last chapter, thank you guys for being so supportive and accepting! also shout out to the other trans boys here !!

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I sipped my coffee, with shaking hands. It was cold but I was drinking it anyways just to have something to distract myself from the raging storm in my head and outside. Rain spattered the window of my hospital room that I was put in after I passed out, as I waited for the doctor's verdict on Mike. God, I was so nervous but I kept telling myself that he wasn't dead. He couldn't be. They saved him. It was an accidental relapse. The door of my room opened. "Tone?" Jaime croaked from the doorframe. I stood up and walked over to my friend and hugged him tightly. "How are you holding up?" He asked, hugging me back. "Is that even a question?" I replied with a cynical laugh. "I walked back to my bed and picked up my god-awful hospital coffee. Jaime say down next to me and slung and arm around my shoulder. "You love him don't you?" He asked. I nodded, my anxiety rising. "He'll pull through. I know he will." Jaime said. I knew he meant well but there was an edge of uncertainty that scraped at my heart. "Yeah." I whispered. I took another sip of the coffee. It was freezing cold by now. I set it down, disgusted.

Me and Jaime sat in silence for a while before a doctor came in at around 2am. I studied the doctors face intently for a few seconds before he spoke. He seemed to have perfected the neutral face. "Are you Tony and Jaime?" He asked, remaining calm, sparking fear in my heart. "Yeah." Jaime answered for the both of us. "Okay good. I'm not going to sugar coat this alright?" This doctor was all business. "Mike Fuentes passed away from an allergic reaction to heroin at 1:33 am this morning." He said.
"No." I whispered.
"No." I said again, louder this time. I felt bile mounting in my throat as all my surroundings became a blur. "He can't be dead." Jaime said, his voice raised and panic laced.
"I'm sorry boys." The doctor said, his neutral facade breaking. "I'm honestly truly sorry. We tried everything. Nothing helped and we had to pull the plug. He was in so much pain."
"Well you should have fucked tried harder!" I snarled, snapping back to reality before Jaime pulled me back into a sitting position. "Tony. It's not his fault." Jaime whispered. But that didn't help me, I was practically launched into a manic fit. Finally Jaime pushed me back on the bed and held me tightly against him, stopping me from struggling. "Tony just go back to sleep." He said, his voice and chest were shaking and I could tell he was crying. I cried, clutching onto Jaime until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and I had spent all my tears. Before I feel asleep I whispered, "But does it really get better?"