One to the other ~ Scomiche Fanfiction

Chapter 16 ~ The Toast

Mitch's POV
I'm finally out! I was starting to get sick of that hospital. So I got my depression medicine or whatever, like that's gonna help. And Scott says he's going to look after me more. Ugh, I'm not a child! He hates you. You should've died. After we leave the hospital and get into the car, Scott and I have a conversation about our next tour coming up next year. Finally something normal to talk about. We get home, greet Wyatt, get something to drink cause I'm SO thirsty. But I didn't eat anything. They forced me to eat at the hospital. I wanted to puke it up but I didn't want it to make a mess in my room. But I also didn't when we got home. I was doing it for Scott. Into my room I went and I looked at the time. 11:00am. When I was still at the hospital, I refused to eat breakfast. Ugh, I didn't want to eat it! That's the only time I refused to eat. My stomach growled and I clutched my belly. Ugh I'm so fat. "I'm going to make some toast... And you are gonna have some," Scott shouts, insisting that I eat. I close my eyes and flop down onto my bed. No words came of of my mouth. I just lay there until Scott finishes. He walks up to my door and says quietly," come on, you are going to eat." I shake my head and dig my face into my pillow. He sighs and picks me up, again. I didn't tell him to put me down this time, what's the point of struggling if I'm too weak to do anything? Sigh. He places me in a seat and sits next to me. A plate of toast sits in front of me. I just stare at it. "Eat," Scott says, taking a bite into his toast. I pick it up. At the corner of my eye, I see Scott's eyes light up. I smiled inside. I slowly open my mouth and bring the toast up to my face. Hesitation. "Go Mitchy Go! Go Mitchy Go!" Scott chants. I take a bite. Scott starts cheering. I feel like such a kid. I give him half a smile. I chew and swallow. "Ugh, I'm just getting fatter," I say looking down at myself. "Stop it. Don't even think about throwing it up," he says, holding my hand. I finish my toast, for Scott. After I finish, he smiles and takes my plate. He brings it to the sink and I start gagging. Scott hears me and runs over. "Don't puke. Don't puke. Don't puke." He says. I feel it coming up but I swallow it back down. He sighs in relief. You should've puked, you're so fat. I thank him and head for my room again. I need a knife.
Scott's POV
HE ATE!! OMG HE ATE! And he didn't puke!! I'm so happy for him. Hopefully this keeps up. And hopefully he doesn't cut again. I'll be watching him very closely. Tomorrow, I'm gonna get him a ring. I want to marry him. I also want to show him that I love him. That he needs to stay here and understand that he's loved. I wouldn't trade him for all the money and fame in the world, I just want my Mitchy.
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Sorry for the short chapter but I've been busy. New update soon, hopefully tomorrow. Stay fcute!! <3