The Story Of Us

The Hospital

I stayed where I was for hours. My back against the wall just outside the door to where Mitch had been taken. My knees pulled up and my arms hugging them against my chest. I hid my face every time someone walked past. I probably looked crazy.

My heart beat quickly and off beat. I was terrified. I just wanted Mitch to walk out of the door and tell me it was just a panic attack or an asthma attack. But I knew it wasn't going to be something as simple as that. Even though I didn't want to admit that to myself.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket at about eight am. It was Kirstie. We wear supposed to have early rehearsal today at nine. 'Do you guys want to come for breakfast with me and Jeremy. We're going to Cheesecake Factory.' If only she knew. I had to text back. To tell her that rehearsal was a no go today but I didn't want to worry her. She'd probably make her way right down here all flustered and what good would that be for anyone.

I clicked the call button and held my phone up to my ear. It would be easier to explain by talking rather than texting.

"Scottland! Does my offer stand?" She asked once she had picked up.

"No. I'm sorry, Mitch and I won't be at rehearsals today." I kept my voice low, it was raw from all the crying I had been doing and it was the first time I had talked in four hours.

"Why?" She asked. She still had a happy tone in her voice and I didn't want to be the one responsible for changing that.

"We're in a hospital." I said. I rubbed my eyes which began to fill up with tears again.

"Why? What's happened? Did you fall down the stairs? Is Mitch hurt? Did you hurt him Scott because I swear to god if you did I will not hesitate to cut a bitch." She warned.

"No, I haven't hurt him. Mitch.... Mitch couldn't.." My voice cracked and I started to cry. It was so horrible seeing him that helpless. He was in so much pain.

"Scott, what's happened? Are you alright? Are you crying?" Kirstie asked frantically.

"I'm fine. I woke in the middle of night to Mitch thrashing around. He couldn't catch his breath. It was terrifying. I took him to the hospital and they wheeled him away in a wheelchair. They won't let me see him because I'm not family." I whispered. The loose tears that fell down my face were like raindrops. But when they hit my hand they burned.

"I'm coming down." She said.

"No you're not. I refuse to tell you what hospital were in, Kirst. It's no good have two of us here not being able to see him. It's better having just one. And I don't want you to see my state." I whispered the last bit. Kirstie had only ever seen me cry twice before. When we won The Sing Off and when I came out to her. Both times weren't sad crying. They were more hopeful and happy crying. This was full out sad crying and my face was red and blotchy and I didn't want her to think she had to be the strong one.

I heard her sigh deeply. "You make sure you call me when you see him, ok?" She warned.

"Of course. I love you, Kirstie. See you later." I whispered.

"I love you too, Scott. Stay strong. He's going to be fine." I heard the tone in her voice change when she said the last bit. She didn't believe herself.

I hung up and sat for a few more minutes. I watched the door open and a doctor come out of it. He walked my way, a clipboard in hand. He looked me up and down and then stuck out his hand to help me up. I took it hesitantly and stood to my feet.

"Are you the man who brought Mr Grassi here?" He asked. I nodded in response. "What's your name and what's your relation to him?" He asked again.

"Scott Hoying and I'm- I'm his boyfriend." I said. He nodded and scribbled down something on the clip board.

"Could you please put your contact details down here. And can you please if possible put a next of kin down for him. A parent or a sibling if possible." He said handing me the clipboard.

I wrote down my number and Mitch's number and then our address. I then took out my phone and found Mikes number. I scribbled that down too and then handed him back the clipboard.

"Come with me please." He said turning on one heal and going towards the door. I breathed in deeply as we went through the doors. Behind the doors was rows and rows of beds. Each with a person in them. We turned the corner and saw more and more beds. Everyone seemed to look just as sick as the last. Some had cannulas up their noses. Others had masks on. Others had nothing at all.

The doctor stopped by a bed with curtains pulled around it. He opened them to reveal Mitch. He lay in the bed, his eyes closed and breathing mask wrapped around his face. His arm was connected up to a UV drip and a heart monitor.

I dropped to my knees by his side and grabbed his hand. I immediately brought it up to my mouth and kissed the back of it. A tear falling on it too.

"We are waiting for test results to come back and then we can wake him up and tell you guys what's wrong with him. Right now I suggest you call his family member." The doctor said turning on his heal and walking away towards the doors.

I looked down at Mitch and sighed. "I should have taken you here sooner. You scarred me, little one." I whispered bringing his hand to my mouth and kissing the back of it again. "I love you." I said against his hand.

A/N
Hey. Bit of a sad chapter. I'm sorry, I hate making things sad. Hope you enjoyed though

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