Everybody Makes Mistakes

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When the doctors come back with Mitch, I stand up. "Is he going to be okay?" I ask gripping at the end of Mitchy's bed.

"He is fine but he will need to slowly ease back into his everyday life. Start small with eating food and walking. It's been awhile for him."

"Of course." I nod. Mitch comes back in and lays back down in his bed.

"Hi Scott. I-I just want to say th-thanks for staying here with me." He smiles weakly.

"Mitch I'm so sorry for pushing you earlier. It was my fault you were so upset." Mitch takes me hand in his.

"Don't say that." Mitch's eyes start to tear up. "You wanted to help and I-I pushed you away."

"Mitchy. Either way. I'm sorry. If you ever want space just let me know." I hug Mitch and he hugs back.

"I love you Scotty." Mitch falls back onto his pillow and closes his eyes.

"Doctor is he-"

"He's fine. He's on a ton of medication so he is going to sleep for a little while."

I breathe again.

I go down to the hospital cafeteria and stop by the Starbucks. "Hello what's your name?"

"Scott." I smile.

The man turns around.

"Fuck!" I yell.

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