Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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Wednesday:

I woke up to blinding lights. O my god. He actually took me to a hospital. No. No no no.

I don't like hospitals. I don't have a good history with them. I don't wanna be here.

I shot up into a sitting position, gasping and breathing hard.

I started to pull the wires out my arm. Angry. I was fucking angry.

I had a panic attack. I didn't almost die. I'm fucking fine. I don't need to be here.

Someone put their arm around me and pulled me to lay against them. Scott.

It's his fault I'm here. I don't wanna fucking be here.

I pushed myself off of him and turned to face him with anger written all over my face.

"I can't believe you took me to a fucking hospital. How dare you". I yelled at him.

He looked shocked, to say the least. Like, he couldn't believe I'm yelling at him.

He sighed and shook his head, "Mitch... please-"

"Please what....? This is all your fault. You couldn't just have let me be? Noooooooo". I say, rolling my eyes.

"Mitch, I was scared. I didn't-.... I didn't wanna lose you. Please, don't.. just don't". He said, shaking his head.

I shrugged. "I don't feel bad for you. I hope you know that. You know I hate hospitals, and so you bring me to one?! I just don't fucking get it. It's like you don't know me at-fucking-all". I spat.

His eyes started to water with tears and he let out a shaky breath. He shook his head, closing his eyes while doing so, then pushed himself off of the hospital bed.

"I-.. I just wanted to help. I'm sorry". He said, his voice cracking at the last part while he walked out of the room.

Sure, it's unusual for him to cry, let alone tear up about something. But I did not want to be here. He knows I hav  a giant ass fear of hospitals. My dad died here. When I was going through my depression, I somehow put myself in here at least five times.

The doctor walked in and started speaking to me but I didn't listen to anything he was saying. I didn't want to. I'm just kinda done with it.

After the doctor stopped talking, I saw him sigh and give up, walking out.

I heard voices outside of the room. Scott.

He's talking to Scott.

"He'll have some mood swings but he should be fine. I'll go ahead and let you take him home. Just sign some papers before you walk out and it'll be fine". I overheard the doctor say.

Scott sighed, "Okay. Thank you. I'll go tell him so he can get ready".

"Alright. Have a blessed day".

Then there were footsteps walking away from the door and fort steps coming towards the door.

Scott appeared in the doorway, smiling slightly. I looked away from him.

I saw him shake his head out of the corner of my eye.

"I heard you two talking. I'll go ahead and get ready. You can leave now".