Mitch's POV
They finally let me out of the hospital after a few months of recovering and recuperating. However, they told me I still need to see a physical therapist regularly.
But then I realized I needed a place to stay.
I thought of moving back in with my parents, but they lived out in Texas, and I had grown closer to Scott Hoying.
He visited me nearly every day.
He would walk in, say hi, and then ask how I was doing.
Sometimes he would bring a deck of cards and teach me how to play card games. Sometimes he would bring me a treat like chocolate or some type of candy.
We would talk until he needed to leave.
I've really gotten to know him these past three months. He and I have become such great friends.
I had forgotten how wonderful it was to have a friend at your side; someone to laugh with, a shoulder to cry in, a confidante. Someone who will always be there for you, no matter what.
I had regained some memories of my parents, but I was creating so many more in my new life with Scott, and... I don't want it to stop.
I knew I wanted to move in with Scott, then I started thinking.
Would Scott even have room for me to stay with him? How can I tell my parents that I'm not going to be with them?
As I was pondering this the day I was released from the hospital, Scott walks in.
"Good morning, Mitch!" He greets with a grin.
I smile back. "Good morning, Scott."
Scott sat in the seat beside my bed. "How are you feeling?"
I sighed. "I cannot wait to get out of here." I replied. "I hate this bed, I hate this hospital smell, I hate cafeteria food, I HATE EVERYTHING." I whined.
Scott laughs. "Well, today's your last day, then you're free!"
"Not really," I sighed, rubbing my eye. "I still have physical therapy. But at least I won't be in this hospital anymore."
"D-do you have a place to stay?" Scott asks.
I shook my head. "Haven't quite thought about that yet..." I lied.
Actually, I thought about it a lot.
"Do you..." Scott began, trailing off.
"Do I...?" I pressed.
"Want to...?"
"Want to...?"
Scott took a deep breath before finishing. "Stay with me until maybe you find your own place?"
I smiled. "I would love that, Scott Hoying."
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This was just kind of a filler chapter, sorry. I'm getting just a teensy bit of writer's block for this story.
But I'll try my best to beat this block and keep updating!
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