Would You Rescue Me If I Need Your Help | Misfits

GoodBye

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NOTE: Alternate Ending in which Cam dies

"Come on, please be alright," Toby murmured as he drove the car. "Please, don't you guys fucking die on me now. Please ."

The ride was quiet, and not even the wheels scraping the ground frantically could penetrate the tension-filled air inside the metal frame. Mason's head drooped a bit, as his breathing became more labored by the minute.

"Oh thank god there it is!" Toby exclaimed to himself as he pulled up to the hospital, before rushing in and getting help from the staff. The next few minutes were just a blur of red colors and heated bodies and adrenaline filled hearts. Mason and Cam were rolled into the ER, the blue bodies of the doctors surrounding the scene.

Toby took a moment to breath, sitting down in the waiting room chair. He put his head in his hands, exhaling out slowly before inhaling in just as slow.

If there's a god, please let them both be okay.

He wasn't particularly religious, but maybe this was why people believed in gods--it gave them comfort that someone omnipotent could be listening in, sympathetic. That something as high and mighty as a god would listen to an ant's pleads, among the crowd of other ones crying out.

He just hoped.

--

A man in blue scrubs walked out the door, looking over at Toby, who was sitting there waiting.

"We did everything we could to save him."

The world screeched to a stop.

"I'm sorry."

--

Cam's face was serene, unlike how Toby would've expected him to look. There was peace in his expression, as if he'd knowingly passed away and was leaving the rest up to everyone else.

The doctors had cleaned up the blood, but Toby could still see that the side of Cam's head was slightly smashed in, blood staining the bandages holding his head together. He couldn't see his body, due to the blankets on top, but he imagined it would've looked much worse.

He couldn't feel much. It felt too soon--just a few hours ago, he'd been grinning widely, laughing at jokes Eric and Toby told. Just a few hours ago, when the world was alright and everything seemed to be going well.

Toby closed his eyes, clenching his fist.

--

He'd checked up on Mason next. Mason, whose face was scrunched up still in slight pain, but whose face had a lot more color than before.

Mason was ok.

He was ok.

Cam wasn't.

Toby's breath hitched accidentally, although he looked at Mason a little longer. He put out a hand over his shoulder, saying "please get better soon," before finally heading home.

--

"Mason and Cam are alright, right?" Matt asked as Toby opened the door slightly too loudly. It was around two am right now, and it seemed as though Matt and Eric were still awake, seeing as they were sitting on the living room couch.

"Mason's alright," Toby replied, stomach dropping into his gut as he realized he would have to break out the news to them.

"And Cam?" Eric asked, a slight edge of worry to his tone, which was rare to hear.