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Chpt 10 - You Two Should Kiss (Mitch's POV)

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

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I'M BACK BABY! Yush! I am back from France. And just in case you're wondering, it was very nice and I had a great birthday.

So now! Back to business... here is chapter 10!

Just one little thing I want to mention, the italics means that it is a flashback. I will be using italics a lot in these next few chapters, so before you get confused I just want to mention that now.

Hope you enjoy the chapter everyone! Byeee!

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"Mitch?" A muffled voice calls to me, "Mitch?"

I open my eyes slowly, tracking a blurry hand as Jerome waves it in front of my face.

"Can you hear me?" He asks nervously.

"Ye... y-yeah..." I respond weakly.

Jerome cringes as he lifts his hand and sees the crimson blood covering it, "Ah man..."

"Wh-wha... what... happened?" I ask slowly.

"I think you hit your head." Jerome answers, "Oh God... there's blood everywhere, dude."

I try to force a smile, but I felt so weak. I feel my eyes closing. Jerome pats me lightly on the cheek, "No, no. Mitch, stay with me." He gasps in pain as he accidentally presses his hand into the broken glass, "Jesus Christ... I'm going to get help, stay here." He orders.

The last thing I register is the faint voice of Azalea as she kneels by my side, "What on Earth happened here? Looks like a flipping murder scene!"

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My vision slowly comes into focus as I steadily gain consciousness again. Azalea sits at the foot of the bed, smiling kindly at me, "Welcome back." She whispers.

I smirk, "What happened?"

"You fell pretty hard. And Jerome smashed a glass which didn't really make things any better." Azalea explains, "I helped carry you up here and..." she glances down at her left hand, it was wrapped in white bandages, "... well... you get the gist."

I lift my head, trying to get a more detailed look at Azalea's hand, "What's that?"

"Don't move." Azalea replies, "You lost a bit of blood. As for this," she points to her hand, "you don't need to worry about this. It was just some glass..."

I place my head back down, "What have I done?" I moan.

Azalea stands up and sits down again a little closer to me, "Don't worry." She strokes my forehead, "Just rest."

"Aza... I'm... s-sorry..." I struggle.

"Shh..." she places a finger on my lips, "Don't be. Just rest." She leans in and kisses me for a second, before getting up and leaving the room.

I close my eyes, breathing deeply for a few minutes with my head pounding.

"How you feeling, biggums?" A familiar voice asks.

"I feel like an anti-powermove. How about you?" I reply.

Jerome chuckles and raises his bandaged hands, similar to Azalea's, "Not bad. I don't think I'll be using a glass again in a while though."