Can't Afford To Lose Another Second With You (Scömìche)

Life

Mitch's POV

Bright light blinded me. Was this the light they all talked about? The one you see when you're dead? Weirdly enough, I hoped it wasn't. I blinked a few times, waiting for my eyes to adjust but they didn't. Instead, I felt pain all over my body and it relieved me. I wasn't dead. What the hell had happened? And where the hell was I? I groaned out of pain and tried to turn around- and failed.

I heard muffled voices.

"Mitch, are you alright? Mom, call the doctor! Mitchy, I'm here, shhh..."

The voice seemed pretty familiar but the light was still so bright I couldn't see the person speaking. They squeezed my hand and I could feel that this person must be someone very close to me.

A deeper voice spoke. "The light must be overwhelming. It's very bright." Thankfully, he turned the light off. Someone came to me.

"Mr Grassi, can you hear anything?"

"N- no," I creaked. "N-not Grassi."

I didn't know what was happening but something told me to run when I heard the name. I started panicking, not knowing why. Someone held my hand and spoke in a soft tone.

"Shh, Mitchy, it's me. You're okay, shh... take a deep breath..."

I did as I was told, my eyes slowly adjusting to the now more agreeable darkness. I saw three faces, silhouettes, all staring at me. I still couldn't recognize who they were but the fear was gone, replaced by a weird sense of serenity. Whoever those people were, I felt safe with them.

I blinked once more, and now I was able to make out a face. My heart nearly stopped.

"Scott?" I caughed, my throat dry.

"Yes, baby, it's me." He squeazed my hand lovingly. But my heart hurt to see him.

"Don't- please." I managed. The woman - who I recognized as Connie, Scott's mom, handed me a cup of water and helped me drink it.

"I'm sorry," I said, suddenly all painful memories coming back. "I don't want to hurt you."

"There's nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. Relax, take a deep breath, drink some more and we'll talk when you feel better. But now just relax, okay, honey?"

I nodded, my mind spinning. "Yeah. Relax," I repeated. "Everything hurts."

"Understandable," the doctor said. "We'll take care of that." He went to the side of the bed and filled something up. A minute later, my body felt numb but painless.

"What-?"

"Morphine," he explained. "Strong painkiller. Is it working?"

"Yeah."