Scott

We just told the rest of the band about us and Mitch and how we adopted Rachel. They seem happy but now is not a time to celebrate. We haven't heard anything about Rachel's condition and it's been almost 5 hours. I was getting impatient. I was bouncing my leg up. A habit of mine when I'm impatient and nervous.

It's crazy how your life can change in just a matter of seconds. Not only ten minutes before the chaos, Rachel was sitting with me at my piano. I was going to teach her how to play but now I'm not so sure I have that chance anymore.

A couple of nurses have come by to ask about my eye. That was their worry right now. My fucking eye. They should be trying to save Rachel, not worry about my eye. I'm growing even more impatient with each minute going by and still no answer about Rachel.

What the fuck is taking them so fucking long. This is torture. Absolute torture. I can not last another minute. I want answers. No. I need answers.

Mitch could tell that I was getting pretty heated. I was bouncing my leg faster and faster. Taking deep breaths in and out. Closing my eyes and counting to ten in my head. Nothing was suppressing my emotions.

Mitch laid his head down in the crook of my neck. It fit perfectly. Our hands were laced together and I was stroking his hand with my thumb. I focus on the tattoos on his hand. The three bats. I was there with him when he got them. I was with him through every tattoo he ever got.

I would sit right next to him and he would squeeze the hell out of my hand. His angelic face would scrunch together from the pain. I would giggle at his little bursts of high pitched screams. He would slap my arm whenever I would. I grinned at the memory.

Scott why are you smiling right now. You shouldn't be smiling. You need answers remember.

"I can't take this anymore." I say quietly but in and angry tone.

I abruptly get up from my chair and walk over to the front desk.

I heard Mitch call after me but I ignored him.

I approach the desk clearly not in the best mood.

"What can I help you with sir?" A middle aged female nurse asked behind the desk.

"I have been waiting 5 hours and a half for some type of update about the condition of my d-daughter." The last word took me by surprise.

Daughter? Where the fuck did that come from.

"What's your daughters name?" The woman asked as she settles her fingers on the keyboard of her computer.

"Rachel. Rachel Grassi-Hoying." I say. I don't hold back my anger. I was done at this point. No more nice Scott.

"What is your name sir?"

"Scott Hoying."

"Im sorry sir, there is no Rachel Grassi-Hoying in the system. There is a Rachel Vaughn but you aren't listed under her contact information. "

Shit! Mitch and I haven't done her medical stuff. Shit!

When we adopted Rachel, we were instructed to change everything. To get everything new for her. New life insurance, health insurance, social security, medical record. You name it we got it for her. I got all her medical stuff done but it's sitting on my desk back home. (Btw don't even know if that's true or how it works so just go with it 😉)

Shit! This is bad. We won't be able to know what's going on with her. We won't be able to visit her....if she is even alive. Oh my god. What am I going to do?

"Listen, I adopted her yesterday. I haven't done all the medical records and whatnot. I need to know what is going on with her. Now!"

"Scott you need to calm down." Avi is next to me now. His hand was on my shoulder gently pulling me back to the waiting room.

I ignore him and shove his hand off my shoulder and take a step closer to the counter.

"You don't understand! I need to know what is going on with her! Tell me!

"I'm sorry sir I can't te-"

"Tell me now!"

"Scott stop it!"

I look over at who the voice belongs to. It was Mitch. I see him there and everyone else behind him. His face was full of shock and fear.

Fear? Of what? Of who?

I look back to the nurse. She also looked scared. I look down at myself. I was leaning over the counter and was in her face. My fist was balled up and in the air.

Of me. He's scared of me. I was going to punch her. Oh my God.

I look back to the nurse.

"I'm so sorry. I-I don't....." My voice trailed off. I step away from the lady's desk.

What was that? Who the hell am I? I've never done that before. I don't know what came over me.

I look over at Mitch but he wasn't there anymore. My eyes met Kirstie's and they shifted to the doors leading to outside.

Damn it!

I fast walk outside to see Mitch sitting on the curb. His arms wrapped around himself. I could hear soft whimpers escape from his mouth.

"Mitch?"

He quickly looks back then looks away from me.

"Go away." He said as he wiped his tears away.

"Baby I'm-" I started to say.

"Don't call me that."

I take a step towards him. He stands up but still faces away from me. His arms were crossed.

"I'm sor-"

"What the hell Scott. What the hell is wrong with you. You were about to punch that lady!" He raised his voice. He turns to look at me.

"I don-"

"You don't know what you were doing? Are you kidding me Scott? I didn't recognize you. That's not like you at all. Can you imagine what would've happened if you actually did it? How our fans would think of you! Your family! The band! Me!" He was in tears now. He was beside himself about the whole situation.

"A-an-an-and-"

I grab him and wrap him up. He heavily sobs into my chest. I can't help but let a few tears stream down too.

"I'm so sorry Mitch." I whispered into his ear.

"What were you thinking?" He asked between sobs.

"I don't know. That's the scary part. I don't know why I did that. Mitch I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared. I just want her in my arms." I start crying. Full blown tears waterfall down my cheeks.

Mitch pulls away and looks into my eyes. He looked surprised for some reason. Surprised at how much I was scared.

"Oh Scottie."

He pressed my head down on his shoulder where I cry on and wraps me up in his arms so tightly that o could barely breathe but I didn't care.

"I'm s-so sc-scared"

"It's going to be okay Scott. I truly believe that she is okay."

He peels me away from him and holds my face in his hands. He wipes away my tears with his thumbs and pressed his lips firmly against mine. That kind of kiss that says I love you without the person actually saying it.

Our lips parted and we hugged.
Once the sniffles passed, we go back inside, hand in hand.

The other band members don't have to ask if everything is okay since we're holding hands.

Mitch sits back down.

"I'm sorry if I scared you guys. It's just been really hard on us. I was out of control. I'm sorry." I said addressing the group.

"If you guys are good now, then so are we." Kirstie said.

The other two nod in agreement.

"Why don't you guys go home. We'll be okay here." Mitch said.

"You sure?" Avi asked.

"Yeah. We'll be fine." Mitch assured.

They all got up and hugged Mitch and I.

"Call us immediately if you guys know anything about Rachel." Kevin said.

"Or if you need us." Kirstie said as she pulls away from hugging me.

"We absolutely will." I said.

I walk them out of the hospital and to Kirstie's car.

They must've all came here in the same car.

"Can you guys do me a huge favor?" I asked as I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Of course." Avi said.

"I need all of Rachel's medical stuff. It's on top of my desk in the room with my piano in it. Can you bring it to me?"

"Wait, medical stuff? Is that why we don't know what's going on with Rachel?" Kirstie asked.

"Yeah um I don't want Mitch to know about this okay?"

They all nod.

God I hate keeping secrets. Especially from Mitch.

"I'll bring back everything you need." Avi said.

"And I'll stay at the house tonight and take care of Wyatt."

"I'll get you guys some dinner." Kirstie said.

"Thank you guys so much. It really meant a lot, you guys coming here."

"We're always here for you Scottie. That's what friends are for." Kirstie said ending the sentence with her signature smile.

We group hugged and they all got settled in Kirstie's car. I waved them goodbye and went back to Mitch.

Even though I knew he was scared and worried and tired, he somehow looked even more beautiful. I know it sounds crazy but he just does.

I must be the luckiest guy in the whole damn world.

I sat next to him and pat my lap. He slowly gets onto my lap. His legs go across mine and he lays his head on my shoulder. I place my head on his and we wait.

Wait and wait and wait and wait some more.