Will I

Death

WARNING: death/use of drugs flashback, drinking, a very scary part in the middle of the chapter, death near the end of the chapter

Avi walked into the hospital room, closing the door behind him quietly. There was Mitch sitting on a bed, holding onto a stuffed animal the doctors offered for the younger kids. A needle was on the tray next to him, along with a shaver. Avi tensed a bit, sitting down next to his boyfriend. All was quiet until Mitch spoke up.

"I'm losing my hair."

Avi nodded, bringing Mitch close to him as the younger male began to cry. Mitch was shaking, barely processing the news.

"I'm going to be ugly! I'm going to be bald, I don't get to dye my hair, I don't get to style it...I..."

Mitch sobbed, trying to take deep breaths as he gripped Avi's shirt. Avi shushed him quietly, his chest tightening at the needle. A flashback came back, making him close his eyes.

"Dad? Where are you?! Are you okay?"

Avi ran into his parents' room, gasping when he saw his father on the bed. A needle was dug deep into his skin and a rubber tie was wrapped around his arm. His dad's eyes were half closed, trying their best to stay open.

"Dad!"

Avi practically jumped on the bed, among his dad bounce a bit. He took the rubber tie off his dad's arm, his hand lingering over the needle. He wrapped his hand around the needle, closing his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

Avi ripped the needle out of his dad's skin, barely getting a response from him. Avi gasped, shaking his head as his dad began to fade.

"Dad? DAD?!"

"Avi...I...love...you."

His dad closed his eyes, taking his last breath. Avi began to cry, his sons bringing his entire family to the room. His mom gasped while Esther began to cry, shaking her head as Josh glared at Avi. He pushed his younger brother, shaking his head angrily.

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"Avi? Are you okay?"

Avi nodded, trying to forget of the flashback he just had. Mitch nodded, beginning to breath heavily when a nurse came in. She smiled nicely, getting some sterile pads out of her pocket.

"Hello, I'm Nurse Kyah. I have to give Mitch his shot."

"Where does it go?"

"The top of your head."

Mitch whimpered, holding onto Avi's hand tightly. Kyah opened the wipe, looking at Mitch sadly.

"Do you mind looking at your lap? I have to put the shot at the very top of your head."

Mitch shook his head, looking at his lap as he let tears roll down his cheeks. Avi's heart ached when some hair fell to the ground in small clumps, making h hold nights hand tightly. Kyah finished wiping Mitch's head, picking up the needle. She looked over at Avi, smiling weakly.

"You could let go squeeze his hand if you want to. It's going o be very painful. I apologize in advance."

"Thank you."

Kyah nodded, putting her hand on the back of Mitch's neck. Mitch tensed, taking deep breaths as he prepared himself from the worst.

"I'm counting down from three. Is that okay, Mitch?"

"Ye-yes."

"Three, two, one."

She stuck the needle in Mitch's head, causing him to gasp in pain. He began to cry, breathing more frantically as he squeezed Avi's hand. Avi shushed him, rubbing his back gently.