Putting the Pieces Together

Chapter 7

A/N WAZOPALO IT'S MEROMEFANOOOO I don't know anymore. Anyways, onto the story thing... THANKS FOR OVER 1,000 READS YOU TATERTOTS ARE AMAZING!!! EVEN THOUGH I HAD OVER 1,000 FOR A LONG TIME WHATEVA FREE COUNTRY MOM! "I'm not your mom..." SHUT UP MOM! Okay now everyone is going to be freaked out by me. Good... MWHAHHAA k on with the story thing. It might be sort of short because I am gonna watch Jerome and Mitch's livestream unless if I work on it after.

(Jerome's POV)

Mitch sat in the back seat with me. Kayleigh had all of her makeup she went to get in the front seat (stereotyping females 101), so he had to sit in the back with me. I couldn't say I wasn't the least bit delighted to be closer to him. He carefully got in, not glancing at me even once. What got him all worked up? Did something happen? Did they get cancer? Did they go insane? Okay Jerome, calm down. They're probably fine. I just don't know if Mitch is... He doesn't like it when people touch him unexpectedly, and he just zones out a lot. I have to stop worrying. I grabbed my iPod (sponsor XD) and started listening to music. In around twenty minutes, we arrived at the hospital. We all got out of the car, and headed for the doors. The inside of the building was pure white, with cream counters with phones and computers on them. There was a lot lf commotion, even for a hospital. You could hear the crying even from the main waiting room. There was an older woman at reception. We walked up to her.

"What would you like?" Her sky blue eyes questioned.

"Um, we're looking for Jamie and Kris Hughes (don't know Mitch's parents' names)." Kayleigh's soft voice spoke.

"Let me see here..." She paused, checking the computer. "Oh here they are. They're in room L203." She smiled greatly, almost overdoing politeness.

"Thank you." Kayleigh quickly stated, then we walked down the long hallways. We walked past the rooms, seeing people of all ages laying in beds, or getting X-rays. The heart monitors were heard clearly every so often in rooms, some fast and some slow. It was a very depressing place, to say the least. I never want to be here again.

(Mitch's POV)

"Here's the room." Kayleigh stared blankly at the door, unsure whether to open it or not. Jerome sat in a chair next to the room, knowing that we both needed to speak to our parents alone.

"I'll go on first." Kayleigh entered cautiously, closing the door behind her. I'm glad she went first, she can possibly make mom a little happier. I was trying to think of what to say to her. I know the blame is on me. I know she might hurt me. I know I deserve it. My throat was getting tighter, and my heart sped up faster. I sat down next to Jerome, not making eye contact with him.

"Mitch? Are you alright?" No one was in the hallway at all, which I found surprising.

"Y-yeah... Just worried I guess..." Why was he worrying about me?

"I know you must be. It'll be alright though, biggums." I know it won't be alright. It will never be alright again. Jerome's hand gently rested on my shoulder. I flinched a little, but accepted his touch. My mom is going to hate me. Will my dad even love me? Will he wake up? Then my mom will hate me even more. My eyes started watering. Great, now Jerome knows that I'm a wimp. He pulled his hand away, which was not big surprise. But he shocked me. He embraced me, pulling me into his chest. I deeply blushed, not expecting him to show this kind of affection towards me. He's not supposed to care about me. No one is.

"You have no idea how much you mean to people." Jerome said.

"Like who?" I hoped he would say himself. He broke off the hug.

"Kayleigh, Team Crafted, all of your fans. Do you know how many fans you have? Millions! And they're growing every minute!"

"Yeah well they have you too, don't forget that. You're a dirty stinking bacca!" I said, weakly smiling.

"But there's no replacing Benja Canada. Remember that. In Benja we trust..."

"For Bacca we must." I finished, lightly chuckling. Just then, the door to L203 creaked opened. Kayleigh walked out, her eyes red and swollen.

"She wants to see you..." Her eyes met mine, and I knew that I wasn't going to have a nice time. I got off of the chair, and walked to the door. I grabbed the silver door knob, and slowly twisted it. I sighed deeply. No going back now...

A/N I ended it there because I'm a douchebag. :) so sorry for not updating for a whole. I worked on it after the power move squad livestream, but I ended up watching bajancanadian and Jerome until 2 am. I know this is really short. It looks like it is anyways. But I am really tired and I havesss homework that I have to do or else my head is on the chopping block. Anyone else watch the livestream?? It was amazing!! Sorry for my ADHD. I talk about random stuff. I know the story was probably way too descriptive of random unneeded things. I know it might not make sense. GET OVER IT YO IDK ANYMORE I SORRY I VERY SORRY. I FAN I FAN. Anyways... BAIIII MAH TATERTOTS MEHAHAHA SORRY FOR IT BEING SOO SHORT