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Chapter Nineteen: The Final Performance

Scott's POV

Today is Mitch's final performance that he'll get to do for awhile. He starts chemo in a couple of days, so he won't be able to finish his tour. He's on stage now, and he's making the best of it, but he's been off a little today.

"Thank you, Miami!" he yells and runs off stage. He runs up to me and grabs my arms easily. "Scott, I don't feel good?"

"Why, what's wro--" he collapses, and I kneel down just in time to catch him. "Somebody get an ambulance!" I shout. "It's gonna be okay, baby." I say, stroking his cheek and moving his hair away from his face. 

"Scott Hoying? You can see your friend now. He's in room 461."

"Thank you so much." I run to the elevator and find Mitch's room. I walk in to see the doctor and Mitch fast asleep. "What happened to him?"

"It's just a side affect. We're gonna start chemo today, so we're gonna put him in a more stable, homey room. There will be a couch in there for you. The bed will also be bigger if you'd want to stay the night. There's no visiting hours for this type of room, so you're welcome to stay as long as you like."

"Thank you so much, doctor." I sit down next to Mitch and take his hand in mine. I kiss the back of his hand, and tears start to silently escape my eyes. I see Mitch slowly awake, and his big brown eyes lock to mine. 

"Please don't cry, Scott."

"I thought you left me, Mitchie." He takes my hand and brings it close to him.

"Scott, we need to talk about something. I may not make it. That's a huge possibility, and I need to know that you'll be okay with that."

"Be okay with that? Hell no! It'll hurt like a bitch every day and I'll never get over you, but that's not making me leave, Mitch. I'm staying until you come home or--" I choke up on these final words, "--or you leave forever."

"Scott, I want you to tell the doctor something."

"What is it?"

"I don't wanna stay here. I'll drive in when I need to, but I don't want a room that will be my home for the next couple of months."

"I'll tell him, Mitchie, but try to get some sleep. You're starting you first round of chemo soon." I kiss his head and start to stand up. I get up about to look for the remote, and I hear Mitch's angelic, soft, sad voice.

"Scott?" I look back at him.

"Yes, love?"

"Will you stay?" he asks. I find the remote and walk back to the couch that's beside his bed. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Mitchie." His eyes start to get heavy, and he soon falls asleep. I turn on Spongebob, knowing he'll like that when he wakes up, and I decide to rest my eyes, too.

A few hours later, I wake up and decide to get myself a coffee. It's gonna be a long chemo night. Why does he have to go through this? I have pure anger inside of me, but not towards Mitch. It's toward this stupid thing, this stupid disease that's killing him. I come back up to his room and wake him gently.

"Mitchie? Wake up, baby." His eyes slowly begin to open, and soon his eyes are on mine. "It's about time for your chemo treatment."

"Joy." he says and smirks. 

"I would do anything to be the one that has to go through this instead of you, Mitch. I hate seeing you go through pain, but I'll always stay here. I won't ever leave. I promise. I love you, Mitch."

"Can I tell you something? It might scare you or freak you out, but I don't care anymore."

"What is it?"

"I'm in love with you, Scott. Deeply and utterly in love with you." I lean forward and kiss him and passionately as I could.

"I'm in love with you too, Mitch. So so in love with you."