I won't let go.

Death By Disaster

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"WHY IS HIS ARM PURPLE??!!!" I yelled. Mitch was at the patient's room.

"Well there's a bom inside his arm, if you didn't know. And uh, it's leaking it's radioactive juices everywhere. That's why his arm is purple."

"Oh dear. So he's infected?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. We'll try our best to remove this bom but even if we succeed, his arm will need 100% medical attention for the rest of his life."

I stumbled and the doctor put his hand on my forehead. "You're burning up!" He exclaimed. "You're the one who needs medical attention!"

I shook my head. "No. I'm fine."

"But-"

"Thank you doctor. Do everything you can."

Then I walked out and into the patient's room. Mitch smiled at me from his bed. "So..?"

"Well...you're arm is infected, and you need surgery right away. The radioactive substances of the explosives in your arm leaked due to some fatal reason and-"

"What does that mean..?"

I'm gonna kill your ex step dad, I thought.

"It means they gotta to remove the bom and give you medical attention."

Mitch mouthed oh, and nodded. "Yeah okay."

"Are you okay..?" I asked slowly. He sighed.

"I don't know....I'm just....worried."

"About what?"

"That I can't pay the bill for my surgery. I don't have enough money and I don't think I can have the surgery."

I stared at him.
I always had a rich family. I never knew what it would be like if I couldn't have what I wanted because of money.

"I'll pay your bill." I said willingly. He sighed.

"No. It's too expensive."

I laughed. "You don't have to worry about that. Nothing's too expensive for me. Except maybe your heart."

Mitch blushed but smiled. "Thanks."

"That's alright. I'm happy to pay."

"No I meant thanks for being here. It means a lot. Really."

I kissed him. He closed his eyes and we melted into the kiss. When we pulled away, I smiled.

"I'm going out for coffee. Want anything?"

He shook his head. "No. I'm fine."

"Okay then. I'll be right back. If you need anything just call me."

He smiled. "Kay."

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Mitch's POV

I bent over and clutched my stomach. I coughed and coughed, trying to gain my breath. It didn't work.

I fumbled for my phone. I had to call Scott.

My fingers weren't helping. They shook so violently the medical things, injecters and stuff, fell to the ground with a loud crash.

I felt my cheeks go hot. I breathed heavily. 

My eyesight lost focus and I heard a buzz.

But even in my trance, I saw the doctor charge in. He yelled at some nurses to get 'the hammer'. Wonder what that meant.

"...Sc...Scott...?" I breathed.

"Sshh. You're going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay." The doctor whispered.

The cold air hit me as I was moved into a diffrent room. The doctor put a cold, stange sort of mask on me.

I hated the feeling and I struggled to get if off. But the doctor held it closer to me.

"...Gonna be a little cold." He said.

Then everything went black.