Fortunate mistakes

*Beeeepp*

Jo's POV

Waking up the next morning to look at my phone. Five texts from Misha and two from B/F/N. 

Misha's texts: " Hey." " Are you up yet?" "What would you say to lunch this afternoon?" "Well if you don't want to go..." " Are you ok???"

B/F/N texts: " BB get up it's time to talk!!" "Come on I love you but get up we need to talk about if you and Misha should be a thing"

I respond to Misha first with" I would love to go to lunch I'm sorry I was sleeping... call it a date!"

B/F/N next " We aren't a thing... calm down don't force it otherwise it won't work out ..."

 I get up to take a shower when you hear a knock on the door. As I walk over to open it the person knocks a few more times to get your attention.

"Coming!" I say with slight irritation in your voice. You open the door to find Misha in sweatpants a tee-shirt and chucks. He looked as if he had run for a couple of blocks.

I chuckle a little as Misha tries to catch his breath," Misha, what happened to you? " I smile as he leans against the doorway. 

" I... I ran... I ran here. " he puffs out between breaths.

"Well I can see that but why? " I lead him into the hotel room and hand him a plastic cup with water in it.

"Because I wanted to make sure that you were ok... you never answered my text, " he says now having a normal breathing pattern.

"Misha I answered you about 5 minutes ago. " I sat down on the couch next to him and pulled my knees up in front of my chest.

"Oh," He says with a look of surprise on his face. he looks down like he was upset or not feeling great I couldn't tell which.

" What's wrong Misha?" I say with worry in my voice. I leaned in a little as he begins to fall into my lap. At first, I thought he was having a midlife crisis. I shook him trying to get him to move a little or to acknowledge what he was doing, but nothing. He didn't move he didn't anything.

I lift his head out of my lap and sprint over to my phone and call 911. I immediately walk back over and put his head back in my lap for support. After a traumatic ride in an ambulance and a cup of coffee that was gross enough to rot a plant. I'm finally allowed to see Misha.

2nd person POV

You walk in the room expecting Misha to be awake and ok but, he's not. He lays there partially silent with exception to his shallow breathing. You hold his hand as you watch his chest drop and rise. Listening to the monitor was a small reassurance to the fact that he was still alive. As you get up to talk to the nurse you hear the noise you never wanted to hear. He flatlined.