AN/ So this is my first oneshot. It's my first Camp Rock. It's my first Nate & Mitchie. It's the first time I write like this. This is a first.


Blue scrubs

You run down the white,
white halls
of the hospital.

You can feel the cold
Red, blood
sticking to your clothes,
but you keep going.

A woman in blue scrubs
demands you
to slow down,
so she can examine you.

You keep running.

You need to find him.

It's your fault
and you know it.

You notice
for the first time
the amount of blood
you're greased in.

His blood.

Letting out a sob,
you grab someone
in the arm,
and whispers his name.

The mention of him,
makes your voice crack
and fresh, hot liquid escape
your eyes.

You can feel the tears roll
down on your already
stained cheeks.

The doctor
tells you to calm down,
and sit down.

You tell him you won't
calm down,
goddamnit,
and you push him
out of your way.

You run in a different direction,
while you curse
under your breath.

Why didn't you go with him
in the ambulance?

The question runs through your mind,
as the answer appears
ten feet in front of you.

You instantly recognize
the brown-ish curly hair
of your best friend,
and you scream her name.

''CAITLYIN!''

She turns around, and her dead eyes
meet yours.

Not once do you stop running,
before you reach her,
and then you see him.

Lying there
so white,
with blood all over
and at least
10 doctors around him.

''NO!''

you scream, and fall
to your knee's.

The doctor
looks over at you,
and then close the curtains.

''NO! NO! NO!''

He'll be alright,
you tell yourself.

He will be… alright.

He is
going to make it.
He always does.

Still,
your tears won't
stop falling
down.

You feel someone
pull you up,
but you struggle against
the grip.

''No.''

you whisper again.

''Mitchie.''

his best friend tells you
and you can hear his voice
crack.

''No.''

you turn around.

''No, no, no!''

you start punching
his chest.

He tries to
embrace you,
but you keep punching
and screaming.

Eventually,
you give in
and you let him hug you.

His salty tears lands
on your shoulder, and yours
on his.

You see your best friend stand
alone,
her back to you.

Her eyes are glued
to the curtains,
and you know she hopes
he'll walk out of there
perfectly healthy.

She quickly glares at you
over her shoulder.

She blames you.

Everyone does.

It was,
after all,
your fault.

You see her hand
grip her necklace,
where you know
the ring he gave her
dangles from.

Her wedding ring.

You catch a glimpse
of it, and your heart
aches.

You know he's married,
and you know she's
your best friend.
But you can't control
yourself.

You love him.

You know he's your
boyfriends best friend.
But it wasn't like
you did it on
purpose.

You just… love him.

And he loves
you.

It gets too
much. You break out of
the grip, and you run
into his room.

You can feel her stare
burn holes in your head, but you
ignore it.

When you reach him,
you push the doctors
out of the way
and strangely enough
they don't object.

He's pale.
He normally is,
but now.

Ghost.

The blood is turning brown,
and it makes you
sick to your
stomach.

You think he looks like
an angel.
For a moment you wonder
if he really is.

The steady beat of the monitor
next to him
tells you
differently.

So it is a
happy ending
after all,
you think.

But not for you.

You know that.

You lean your head down
to his
and kiss him softly.

''I love you.''

you cry,
and watches as your tears
hit his cheek.

''I,
Mitchie Torres,
love you,
Nate Black,
with all my heart.''

you whisper and press your lips
to his,
one last time,
before you turn around
and begin to run.

You run down the white,
white halls
of the hospital.

You can feel the cold
Red, blood
sticking to your clothes,
but you keep going.

A woman in blue scrubs
demands you
to slow down,
so she can examine you.

You keep running.

You lost him.


AN/ So, did it absolutely suck? Was it absolutely horrible? -_-