Until You're Cured

Epilogue

Epilogue

We never do try to go back. Why would we want to go back to that horrible, loveless world when we can live in this one? It seems so perfect. It seems too good to be true. Because, it is. This world is just a fiction. It’s all in my head and I know because I can still hear the voices.

We lived happily here and I would occasionally hear Katy and Eli or Avi or Kirstie talking to me, but couldn’t really make out what they were saying. I didn’t really care though. Not until the first thing I hear clearly after coming here with Scott. It’s a newscaster’s voice and I’m don’t like what he has to say.

“Some of you may remember hearing about failed Procedures a few months ago. We have just now gained clearance to let you have the details. The two boys were brought in on September 20th. Scott Hoying and Mitch Grassi were supposedly infected, though it can’t be confirmed. Mr. Hoying made it through surgery perfectly fine and was brought to a recovery room to wait for the sedatives to wear off. His body had a delayed allergic reaction to the Cure, stopping his heart.

At the time of Mr. Hoying’s death, Mr. Grassi was in surgery. All was well until something went wrong. His left lung collapsed partially and his right collapsed entirely. He was quickly put on ventilation, saving his life. But, though Mr. Grassi is still breathing, he has not woken up. He has been in a comatose state for these past seven months and does not show any signs of waking any time soon.”

Scott is dead. He’s dead and apparently I’m in a fucking coma. I felt so alone. But soon, people came back to see me. Kirstie came with Av to tell me that they had been paired together and were married. Katy and Eli came to see me a lot. They told me about school and about people. They told me about the guys they fell for and who their pairs were, once they got them.

But, slowly, people like Avi and Kirstie and most of the Hoying family and my entire family stopped coming to see me. I guess they forgot about me, or just didn’t have time for me anymore. It was Katy who never stopped. She was the one who told me that, when Kirstie had twin sons, they were named after me and Scott. She was the one who brought her kids to see me when she had them. She even said “Look, it’s your Uncle Mitch. He loved your Uncle Scott so much.”

She told me that she brought me that drawing and hid it under my pillow and that the other one was buried with Scott. She wanted to make sure that we never forgot. Katy was my best friend in the real world. Scott was my best friend and so much more in my head.

Maybe I could have woken up if I tried, but why would I want to? My friends and family had forgotten me. My boyfriend was six feet under, My pair was married. What was left for me there? Nothing. So I stay here and could not be more grateful to the Cure for letting me live my perfect ending, even if it is all in my head.