The Missing Pieces

Who?

*Kirstie's POV*

I wake up in a hospital room with someone crying beside me. I start to open my eyes and feel a sharp pain in my head.

"H-hello?"

Someone rushes to my side. "Kirstie?"

I looked up at the man. He was really tall and he had blonde hair. Scott.

"Where am I?" I groan at the pain in my head as I try to sit up. He gently puts me back down.

"Don't hurt yourself. You're in the hospital. We got in a car crash."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Who's we? And where's my mom, and why are we in this hospital and not in Texas?"

He gets a funny look on his face. "We're in North Carolina on tour...Pentatonix..."

"What are you talking about? We're in Texas...and who's Pentatonix?"

His eyes widen. "I'm going to get Kevin." He runs out. What?

*Scott's POV*

I walk quickly down to Kevin's room. He wasn't injured as badly as Kirstie and Avi...and I haven't heard about Mitch.

"Kevin?"

He sits up. "How's Kirstie?"

I sigh. "Um...pretty bad concussion, she's awake but..she doesn't remember Pentatonix. Not even you or Avi." I trail off at the end.

Kevin opens his mouth to speak but stops. "What...what do you mean she doesn't remember?"

I feel tears well up in my eyes. "I don't even know about Avi and Mitch."

Kevin moves over and motions for me to sit on the bed with him. "I'm sure they'll be okay." He said it with confidence but I saw worry in his eyes. "Why don't we find out their room numbers and go see them." I nod and help Kevin up. He just has a broken arm, while I just sprained my wrist.

We walk to reception. "Can you tell us what room Avi Kaplan is in please?" The receptionist nods. "Right down the hall. Room 551."

We thank her and head down. I enter his room to find Esther, Avi's sister and our tour manager sitting at the foot of his bed.

"Hey guys." Avi croaks. He has a neck and back brace on. He also sprained his wrist.

"Avi thank god you're okay." Kevin comes in and they high five, since they can't hug at the moment.

"Avi we can be twins." I joke, referring to his back brace. They gave me one, too. My back is kinda messed up and my scoliosis is making it worse.

He laughs. "Where's Kirstie and Mitch?"

My smile drops. "I haven't found out about Mitch yet, but Kirstie is okay..."

He gets a serious look on his face. "What do you mean by 'okay'"?

I look down. "Kirstie she uh...has memory loss. She doesn't remember us, as in you, Kevin or Pentatonix."

"What do you mean she doesn't remember?" He asks in a panic.

"Avi, calm down." Esther tells him quietly.

"So are you sure? She wasn't just playing?"

"No. I think she's having some tests done. I'll ask her again after. Right now we just need to find Mitch. Why don't y'all stay here? I'll call you up when I find out where he is." Kevin reluctantly agrees and I go back to the reception desk.

"Could you tell me where Mitchell Grassi is?" I ask as calmly as possible.

The woman checks her computer. "Floor 9. Room 948." I nod and walk towards the elevators. Why is he on a different floor?

I get on and check the floor directory. I froze when I saw what it was.

CVICU. (A/N: This is a unit where people with very serious injuries and conditions go. My brother has been here a lot.)

I got off and rushed towards his room to see people crowded around his bed.

They were hooking him up to a ventilator. (This machine basically breathes for you)

I felt my chest tighten.

No.

It couldn't be this bad.

I saw that he was awake. The ruckus quoted down after a few seconds. I heard steady beeping. Had Mitch?....

A nurse started asking Mitch questions. After about ten minutes of me standing outside a woman came out.

"Family?"

"Band member. Closest thing he has right now."

She motions for me to sit. "Mitch is doing okay at the moment. His heart rate did drop dramatically but we got it under control. It seems that he does have severe PTSD, even though this is sooner than expected. The good news is: He can still sing. And he still has an amazing voice. The bad news is: He cannot talk clearly due to psychological damage. I suggest he learn sign language. He also crushed 2 ribs, but that can be taken care of. The main thing is getting him to communicate."

I listened, not saying a word.

Mitch Grassi not talking.

Mitch Grassi never laughing again.

No Superfruit.

I tried to just think about that he still has a beautiful voice. I thank the lady and go in his room.

He didn't look as bad as I expected, just a huge bruise on his forehead and a black eye. A cut here and there.

I sit on his bed, thankful that we're alone.

"Mitchy..." I start and he busts out crying. He just sits there, overcome with emotion.

"Can you..can you sing?" I ask once he stops crying.

He shrugs and I start to sing. "Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum."

He opens his mouth and his beautiful voice quietly fills the air. We sing for a few more seconds and stop. I hand him my phone and put it on notes. He shakily takes it.

"Why can you sing, but can't talk?" I ask.

He types slowly.

Singing and talking are two completely different languages. Something in my head tells me to sing, I just can't figure out how to talk anymore.

"Do you still remember everything?"

Of course. Pentatonix, songs, and my girl right here Scott. How are the others?

"Well..."

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A/N: Wow a lot happened sorry. Tell me what you think? I'll give you a cookie :3.