Kissed by Team Crafted //tc 3

Friends Are Friends

~Nicole's POV~

{1 month later}

"All packed?" Tyler asked. I nodded my head excitedly. Kyle yawned. It was early in the morning, so naturally, we would all be tired, but on the other hand, I was too excited to let sleepiness get to me.

"Yes, but did we have to wake up at 3?" Kyle grabbed his duffel bag and yawned again.

"Of course, if we want to get to Washington bright and early to have time to settle in," Tyler explained. Kyle shrugged, and walked out onto the porch.

"Goodbye, dump," Kyle smiled to himself as we all piled into Tyler's truck.

"Bye, partial-home," I waved to the old house. After all, it would be the last time I saw this place I had called home.

"Next stop, Washington!"

~~~

~Hannah's POV~

Ring-ring! My phone blared.

"Mmmphhh," I groaned. It was only three in the morning; who on Earth could be calling?

I picked up anyways. It was Ty. Finally, a friendly face.

"Hello?" I answered. There was silence for a moment before Ty's for once, very serious voice came across the line.

"Hannah? Hi, it's Ty," Ty introduced himself awkwardly.

"What's up?" I asked, still sleepy.

"Yeah, well.... It's Mitch. There's been an... accident," Ty said grimly.

"Wait, what?" I know Mitch and I hadn't been on the best of terms- then again, he was to blame- but I still cared for him. That's the weird part about it all. I hated him on the surface, but deep down I cared about him like he was a brother.

"What happened?"

"He... he's in the hospital. I f-found him up in his room. He..

He wasn't breathing."

~~~

~Jerome's POV~

"Mitch oh Mitch oh-" I paced around the hospital's waiting room impatiently. Ty had found Mitch upstairs and... he wasn't breathing! WHAT WILL A BACCA DO WITHOUT HIS BENJA, HUH?!

Ahem. Sorry. Seriously though, what went wrong? What happened? Why was Mitch unconscious?

I'm stressed, obviously. Hearing that your best friend stopped breathing isn't exactly something to move past. Mitch is my best friend, and nothing can change that. I know, he should've told me if something was wrong. That's what best friends do. Share feelings with each other, or something. But hey, it's okay. I'll forgive him.

Oh my gosh, don't you dare go thinking about that Merome crap. I'm serious. Friends are friends, not..

Ugh.

~~~

We arrived at the hospital, and I felt as if things weren't going to go so well.

We were sitting in the waiting room when a nurse walked in, addressing us.

"Mitch has experienced some pretty bad trauma. There's cuts on his wrists, it appears as circulation to his brain was cut off for a minute or more. Worst of all... It was all self-inflicted," the nurse tells us.

"W-what do you mean?" Ty asked out of pure shock.

"I'm not trying to jump to conclusions, but when he gets home, keep a close eye on him. He... we think he tried to commit suicide."

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