Mitch's POV
Scott was right.
I never looked at him the same. Whenever I saw Scott, I saw a survivor, a champion, a geek, and the love of my life. I'd never cherished time so much.
I've cried myself to sleep at night, over the past few months, while Scott was in the hospital getting treatment. He'd tell me 'go get some rest' and 'i'll be fine'. It would never ease my worries.
I still get up at 4:00 just so I can pack Scott a healthy lunch for the day and get ready. When the hospital opens, I'm the first there. The nurses know me by name and call me 'Mr.Mitch' or 'Scotty's Hottie' because he talks about me non-stop.
I open the hospital doors and step through. Something doesn't feel right. The air feels bad, and the disinfectant burns my eyes. I walk up to the old and annoying receptionist 'Felicity', who can't hear almost anything, and ask to see Scott Hoying.
"I'm sorry."
"What for?" I ask my curiosity shining brightly.
"Mr.Hoying passed away this morning. Like I said, I'm sorry." The disinfectant fumes blur my vision. I can't breathe. Where did all the air go? Am I having a panic attack?
"Sir, are you okay? Sir! Are you okay? He fainted. I need a doctor! Help. He's not breathing! Help!"
Felicity was the last thing I heard before, everything stopped spinning and turned white.
"Please let Scotty live and take me instead," and then I was surrounded by black.
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Once I gained back feeling, my eyes opened almost instantly. At first I didn't recognize my surroundings then, I noticed the empty hospital bed to my left. I was also in a hospital bed and gown with an IV in my arm.
What happened? Why am I in the hospital? Why is my heart aching?
I felt drained and empty like a part of me was gone. My head was pounding while my heart stayed still. The room was eerily quiet. Then a nurse walked in. It was one of Scott's nurses, Melody.
"Hello Mr...Mitch. Why are you here shouldn't you be with Scott?"
It was as if it all came back at once. Like I had a vision of the past instead of the future. "Mr. Hoying passed away this morning. Like I said, I'm sorry." Scott's dead? How? This isn't true. There's no way....is there?
"Melody. Scott's not d-dead, is he?" Tears pooled in my eyes and blurred my vision.
"Oh my god! Of course not! Another Scott on this floor passed this morning. Scott Harris. He was so young," Melody seemed genuinely sad, "He's in a better place though."
"Can I see Scott? Please?"
"Just let me check your vitals, and you'll be on your way! Sound good?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Scott's not dead.
He never was.
He's always been by my side.
And that's where he'll stay.
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