SUP3RFRUIT Imagines

Mental Pt. 2

*Scott's POV*

I head into work more excited than I've ever been before.

I start to head towards Mitch's room when someone stops me.

"You have Grassi, right?"

Do they only go by last names here?

"Yes, why did he move?"

"He had a really big temper tantrum yesterday, and right now he's in the time out room." The nurse says and I nod.

Time out room? What are they, five?

"Okay, thank you. Is it safe to go see him?"

"I think so. Someone's watching him so just yell if he tries anything." The nurse says with a fake smile.

I walk towards the room and go over to the nurse at his door.

"I've been instructed to watch Mitch." I say.

"Okay. Just make sure that he stays in the corner for five more minutes." The obviously sleep-deprived nurse says.

"I will." I say and wait until she turns the corner to enter his room.

"Mitch?"

He jumps at the sound of my voice.

"Scott?"

"Yep."

"I missed you."

"I... missed you too, I guess." Is that something you say to a mentally ill person? "So what did you do?"

"Do you really wanna know?"

"Yes, so we can talk about it." I say, knowing that he's rolling his eyes at my statement.

"I got mad and tried to hit a nurse and-"

"Woah, woah, woah. You tried to hit a nurse?"

"It wasn't my fault, she-"

He turns around and I cut him off.

"Nope, turn back around."

He groans and faces the corner. "She wouldn't let me watch TV."

"Were you supposed to be watching TV?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but-"

"Okay, then."

He doesn't say anything else.

We sit in silence until the timer goes off.

"Okay, come sit." I pat the spot beside me.

"Are we having a heart to heart?"

"If you want to. But first, we have to discuss what you did."

"You're treating me like a five year old." He huffs.

"You're acting like one." I smirk.

"Okay, fine. She told me I couldn't watch TV and I flipped."

"Otherwise known as acting like a five year old." I say and smile.

"No! Okay, yeah..."

"So what do you think you should do?" I ask.

"Apologize..."

"Yep, and I'm going with you." I say.

He glares at me.

"I know you hate me, but I promise that apologizing makes your life easier."