I watched as Mitch started giving in to the darkness. He was starting to close his eyes. This couldn't be happening?! "CALL 911! I NEED HELP!! PLEASE... Please... SAVE him!!" I was hysterical. My best friend just saved my life.
I sat there sobbing into my friend's unconscious body, just waiting for medics to arrive. Mitchie's life was in their hands, and they aren't even here yet! It would be their fault if the best thing that ever happened to me died! They take so fucking long! I clench my fist and hit the asphalt beneath me. Who was I trying to kid? Myself? Its my fault. I failed to look for cars. I stopped in the middle of the street. I dragged Mitch to the jewelry shop. It was all on me. I can't do this. I started hitting the asphalt harder, "WHY HIM? WHY NOT ME?! LET IT BE ME." The angry words coming from a heartbroken man.
"Sir! Sir. Calm down." Someone said as they placed a blanket over me. "CALM DOWN?! MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND IS PRACTICALLY DYING AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN? FIX HIM!" The anger soon dissipated, and I was overcome with sadness, "Please," I croaked, "just fix him."
"I need him..."
I watched as his limp body was rolled away and put into an ambulance. I felt as if I was in a movie or having an out of body experience. This wasn't real. I was going to wake up in my shared apartment with Mitch and we were gonna get coffee together like usual then come back to watch Spongebob. This wasn't real. I'm not covered in scratches and bruises. I'm asleep. That's what it is! This is one of those realistic nightmares. I'll wake up and cuddle with Mitch. I'll talk to him about it and we'll tell each other how much we both mean to each other, because that's what we do... And this wasn't real.
So why did time keep passing. Life kept going. I was sitting in the waiting room.
This.. This was real.
*****
It had been 3 weeks since the accident. I hadn't come out of Mitch's room. I made sure everything was kept the way it was, like he was still there.
Its been 3 weeks since I called off my engagement. Nothing even mattered anymore. I couldn't stand being next to her, knowing that her brother is stuck in a coma for who knows how long.
And besides...
Its been 3 weeks since I realized how much Mitch has truly meant to me.
It took him saving my life and almost dying for me to realize just how empty I'd be without him. No contagious laughter, no loud EDM echoing through the halls, no warmth next to me when we accidentally fall asleep during movies, no best friend, no love of my life.
I sighed and moved deeper into the couch cuddling Wyatt. He missed his other daddy. He could sense something was wrong and has been glued to me ever since. It only makes thing harder knowing the reason he's here.... Mitch wanted him. He always wanted a Sphynx cat.
My thoughts were interrupted by my phone buzzing. I could have sworn I turned it off. "Hello?" I grumbled, "Hi, is this Scott Hoying?" A female said from the other line. "Uh yeah. Why?" "Oh, sorry! I'm Eliza, I'm calling from LA Grace Hospital regarding a patient here." My heart began to speed up. That's where Mitch is, "I-Is this about Mitch? Is he okay? Why are you calling me?" "Slow down sir. He is okay, actually more than okay. He is the reason we are calling you, because he woke up an hour ago asking for you. We had to run some test to make sure he was really okay and ready for visitors since he's been in comatose for about a month." I froze. My heart skipped a beat. Mitch was awake. He wanted to see me. "I'll be right down!"
***
I made my way past reception and into Mitch's room, "Mitchie?" He turned to me and I watched as his whole face lit up "Scottie!" He opened his arms wide, awaiting a hug. I wasted no time making my way into his warm embrace, "God I thought I lost you. You mean everything to me! I don't know what I would've done without you." I said mumbling into his hair. "Scott..." Mitch said pulling us apart, "What happened with you and my sister?" I looked at him confused, what did he know? "What do you mean?" He sighed, "The doctor said I was out for almost a month... When you walked in I-I saw you're ring was gone..." He started to play with his fingers, "Was I the reason?" He whispered.
"Yes." He looked up shocked, "Mitch. I- God.. Mitch I am so stupid for realizing this so late but I am so in love with you!" "You what?"
I sighed, "I can't see myself without you. When I picture my future, it always has you in it! I need you in my life. I.. I want to be able to kiss you every morning, every night, any time in between... I want you by my side in the long run because I know I'll never leave yours... I don't want anyone else but you." I confessed, "You're my sun, you're my moon, you're the stars, you're the fucking air I breathe! You, Mitch Grassi, are my everything! And I will never let you go."
By then we both had tears falling from our eyes, "Come here you big oaf!" He said pulling me to him, "I love you too Scott." He said into my neck as he gripped tighter to the back of my shirt.
This time it was me to pull away, "Don't you ever scare me like that again." "Don't plan on it."
"Good." And with that I placed a firm kiss to his lips.
Wow, what a turn of events...
