SUP3RFRUIT Imagines

Can't Help Falling in Love.

A/N: hey sorry for writing another sad imagine but I needed to get this out it's based on real events

Update: went to church camp for a week it was gr8 and I'm back :-)

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"I brought some good food!" Mitch says as he enters the hospital room.

His little brother claps his hands together in excitement.

Mitch puts some chicken tenders on the tray and moves it in front of his brother.

"Thank you." He says in his little voice.

Mitch sits down on the uncomfortable hospital couch beside his mother.

"Any news today mom?"

She shakes her head.

"Nothing yet."

Mitch receives a reminder from his phone.

"Oh, man. I gotta go." He says and stands up.

"You go bye-bye?"

Mitch kisses his brother on the head.

"Yep, but I'll see you tomorrow. I have a show tonight."

"Scott?"

Mitch tickles his brother.

"He's got a little cold at the moment. I didn't want you to get sick."

His brother coughs.

Mitch's heart wrenches.

"Well, I'll see you later, Dylan. I love you!"

Dylan responds almost inaudibly in between coughs.

Mitch walks out of the all-too-familiar room with a bad feeling in his stomach.

He stops and takes a picture of the room number.

On his way out of the hospital he posts a few pictures on Twitter captioned with a yellow heart emoji.

He drives straight to the arena where he was to perform a sold-out show.

He hears some chatter from the dressing room.

"Sorry I'm late." He says as he enters.

"It's okay, we know our diva needs time to get ready." Scott says and kisses Mitch on the cheek.

Mitch forces a smile and begins to change clothes.

He then goes to hair and makeup.

Hair was fine, it was makeup that was the struggle.

The band's makeup artist walks into the dressing room.

"Has anyone seen Mitch?"

"No, he just left." Kirstie says.

"Well, you guys are on in 10."

Scott stands up.