Scott paced back and forth, tears falling down his cheeks. The cold air of the hospital made him shiver, but he did not stop to put on a jacket. All he cares about right now was Mitch.

Please don't let me loose another person I love, especially the one I just expressed my love to. Please.

"Scott?"

He turned around when he heard Avi's voice, crying even more. He fell into his eyes, his son's echoing throughout the hospital. Avi looked over at Kevin sadly and went over to the blond, sitting next to him immediately to hug him. Scott hugged him back, sobbing between every word.

"T-they said that he lo-lost so much blo-blood and that he co-could die," Scott told them, his words jumbled together. Kevin shook his head, not wanting to lose the tenor. "He's dy-dying!"

Scott held onto Avi even tighter, sobbing loudly now. Kevin sat down on the chair and began to cry himself, not wanting to lose someone else. Mitch is dying and there is nothing they could do about it. He is the next one to leave this world and he is leaving behind his band members.

They're becoming Pentatonix, minus one.

"Mitch Grassi?"

Scott looked up quickly, a male nurse in front of him. He stood up, his legs a bit wobbly. He almost fell, but Avi caught him before he did. The sympathetic look in the nurse's eyes only made the three male band members want to know more of Mitch's condition.

"He is okay. He lost a lot of blood and flatlined three times, but he is okay. He is awake if you want to see him. He would have died if you didn't save him in time."

Scott hugged the nurse, crayon happy tears now. The nurse smiled, patting the baritone's back gently. Scott let go of him and ran down the hallways, not asking the nurse for the room number. Kevin laughed and looked over at the nurse, smiling weakly.

"What is his room number?"

"421."

"Thank you. Avi, let's go."

Avi nodded as he followed his boyfriend, grateful that the beauty that is Mitch Grassi is still alive. Scott needed him more than anything in this world. The tall blond has a heart of glass that broke every time it was in the wrong hands. Only this time it was in the right hands, but it broke when Mitch was stabbed.

"Before I let you in," the nurse commented, grabbing their attention. They all nodded, wondering what he had to say. "He is saying something about a murderer. Could you see what he is talking about?"

They all nodded and walked faster, refusing to stop. Mitch just found out who the murderer could be. Only question is...

Who is it?

~~~

Jake cursed loudly when he saw that Scott's car wasn't there. He drove off, hoping to find out more clues. He already knew who the murderer was and he had to tell someone.

He picked up his phone and dialed 911 quickly, hoping to get a response. He did not expect the murderer to be that person. He always looked at said person with positivity and love. Now he can't look at them the same.

"LAPD, how may we help you?"

"I will like to report a murderer. This person has been killing a lot of my loved ones. I know who it is too."

"Okay, sir. We will like to have further evidence. Do you have any?"

"My friends. They lost people close to them. They will probably be the best option."

"Okay, sir. We will like to know where they are. Tell us please."

Shoot.

"Uh...they're unavailable at the moment, but I will tell you one address. She will probably be there."

"Okay, we will write that down."

Jake told them Kirstie's phone number, hoping for best. He couldn't help but wonder where she has been for the longest time. All be remember was that the last time everyone really saw her was when she yelled at Mitch. Where could she be?

"Is that all?"

"Yeah it is," Jake answered, nodding his head. He began to drive off, sighing to himself. "Thank you for your time."

"You're welcome."

Jake hung up, trying to focus on the road. He can't believe this person did this. All he knew was that the person was a female and that she was close to everyone on tour. He can't she did it.

Why?

~~~

"Hey, Mitch," Scott whispered, noticing how his boyfriend had a blank look on his face. He was moving his lips, whispering to himself. "I'm so happy you're okay."

No response.

"Mitch?" Avi asked, walking over to the bed. Mitch didn't look over at him, his catatonic persona scaring everyone. "Mitch? Could you talk?"

Mitch whispered once more, his hands shaking. Kevin held his hands, hoping to calm him down.

"Mitch," Kevin began, the small hands still shaking. Mitch began to speak more rapidly, shaking even more. "Mitch, who is the murderer?"

Mitch shook his head, afraid of what to say. He was confused much to say. He couldn't understand why he is here. All he remembered was a petite figure was on top on him with a knife in their hand. The last distinct memory he remembered was the knife going straight into his abdomen.

"I can't say," Mitch finally answered, his eyes on his lap. He could feel someone else sit on his bed in hopes to comfort him. "I don't want to get hurt again. Please don't let me say it."

"Mitch," Scott replied, rubbing the younger man's back gently. "It's okay. We'll call the police amen everything will be over. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes, but the person who hurt me will hurt me again. I'm so scared."

"Mitch, that person will serve a long time in prison. You will have nothing to fear about once we get them arrested."

Mitch let a tear run down his face, scared and traumatized by the most recent event that occurred. He can't believe that happened to him. Growing up, he would have never expected for that to open to him. Now it did and there is nothing he could do to change that. Another tear ran down his cheek and another one did, only to be followed by a few more. Scott hugged him gently and Mitch began to cry, not wanting to let go. That was definitely his most traumatizing moment of his life.

"It was so scary."

"I know, Mitchy. It's all over now, baby."

"It hurt so bad. I couldn't I understand what was happening. I was so confused."

"You're safe, beautiful. You're okay."

Avi and Kevin shared a sad smile, happy to know that Mitch was okay. Now all they have to worry about was the youngest member of the band to tell them who the murderer was.

What happened if he didn't though? What scared him to the point were he felt like he couldn't say something? Sure he was stabbed not too long ago, but he was one to say something if someone hurt him terribly.

Was he threatened? Only Mitch knew the answer to that.

A/N: THE ENDING IS SO WEAK, I'M SORRY.:( This story will probably be over in a couple more chapters, I don't know. We'll see how everything turns out. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed the chapter and remember that I love you all.:)

-Maddie🐧🐧🐧