Deteriorate

The Last Night.

Scott

"Thanks guys." I whisper as my band sings me a lullaby.

"Goodnight, Scott." They all say softly.

"Goodnight. I love you guys."

They leave my room and it's just me and Mitch.

"That's my favorite song, Mitch." I say and grab his hand.

"I thought your favorite was Sing." Mitch says softly.

"That was before I had brain surgery." I joke.

Mitch's smile fades.

"What's wrong?"

"I just... I don't want to lose my best friend." Mitch says and I see his lip quiver.

"Mitchie, I'm still Scott. I'm still your best friend. I'm just a little weaker. And my hair is prob not on fleek."

"Well, uh, your hair... It's um... It looks, different."

I put a hand to my head.

"Where did my ha- OW!"

"Shh, Scott. They had to cut some of it off. Don't hurt yourself."

"Mitchie... The fans are gonna hate me now."

"Nonsense!"

I flinch.

"Sorry," He whispers. "If they hate you for whatever reason, they aren't fans."

"I know- Oh my god." My eyes widen in realization.

"What? Are you okay?" Mitch goes into a panic.

"My stomach hurts," I whine. "I feel like I need-"

"Ew. I know. The doctor told Kirst that you wouldn't poop for a week."

Oh my god.

"Also, you have to take steroids. So you'll break out and be hungry a lot."

"Breakout?" I squeak.

"You just had a tumor removed and you're worried about acne?"

....He's right.

"I feel sleepy." I say and feel my body go weak.

"Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Scotty."

My brain activity must have spiked at that.

"Geez, I thought you liked me. It's just me, Lauren, your sister."

"Can I just sleep?"

"After I tell you what you need to do. You're probably going home tomorrow, it's been a week. I know it feels like only a few days, but it's been seven days since the incident. You will be visiting a school choir soon. You will touch many people's lives. All you need to do is listen."

"Listen?"

"Just listen. Goodnight."

With that I fall asleep.

Mitch

I watch Scott intently as he sleeps.