I won't let go.

Is he going to live?

So there it was.
I didn't dare belive it at first. It was just too horrible.

I didn't want to believe it. It was way too dark a past for just a young boy.

But I knew it was true.

"...Wow." I said after a while.

Mitch looked at me, all scared. I saw fear crackling up in his eyes. He was scared.

"You think I don't believe you..right?"

"Well you didn't believe me about Alburt."

I sighed. "That was the first and last time I ever not believed you. I'm so sorry, Mitchie."

Mitch nodded. "Yeah yeah."

Just then his left arm swung out and hit a vase on the bedside table. I blinked and Mitch stared.

"I..." He mumbled.

"You didn't mean it." I assured him. He nodded slowly, his face serious.

"...Scott."

"Yeah?"

"I saw my family today."

"What? When? How?"

"....In heaven."

I blinked. "What?"

"Everyone is dead. All the people I let go is dead. I....I should be as well. That's where I belong."

I stared at the little man. "What are you talking about? Where..."

Then I stopped. "...Heaven?"

"Look it's obvious I'm not gonna survive. Don't waste the money. I'm not worth it."

I shook my head. "Stop. Of course you're worth it. You're worth everything."

"But not you." A tear dripped down his face.

"You're my everything, Mitch..." I whispered.

"I'm not worth you. I can't do this. I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "No no no! You bitch, stop-" then I saw Mitch's hand creep up the table next to the bed. No, not the table.

The broken vase.

I slapped his hand hard. "Don't you dare!" I yelled. Mitch blinked.

"DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME, MITCH GRASSI. YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME AND I'M NOT GONNA STAND AROUND AND WATCH YOU KILL YOURSELF!"

Mitch's deep dark eyes stared into me. "Sc...Scott..."

Just then a bunch of doctors charged in. "Mr. Grassi. We're going to take you to the Operating Room. Are you ready?"

Mitch's eyes never left my face as he nodded. "Yes." He said. "Let's go."

And he was gone. Strolled away.

***

I sat infront of the operating room, scared.

I looked at the OR door with fear overcoming my soul. I prayed and prayed until I was blue in the face. Mitch was going to live.

He had to live.

I closed my eyes and waited.

Waited.

After what it seemed like a hundered years, the door opened. I instantly stood and ran infront of the doctor.

"What happened? Is he okay? Is he gonna live? He's gonna live, right?"

The doctor didn't say anything and my head rang. "Doc...?"

Nothing.

I grabbed his bloody frock and shook him. "ANSWER YOU SON OF A-"

"Scott!"

I whipped around to see Troye, covered in blood. My breath quickened as I saw his fear swallow him up.

"Is he....." I said, barely a whisper.

"...I think it's gonna be the best if you just.." He motioned for me to come in. The doctor I just yelled at started to say something but Troye stopped him.

"One time. Just....let it be."

The guy heard the desperate in Troye's voice and nodded, letting me go.

I slowly walked in, scared to look around.

The whole room was covered in which I dreaded was Mitch's blood. We walked until a curtain stopped us. Troye poited me in and I took a deep breath.

"He's in there." Troye said quietly. I nodded.

I walked in.