Where We Started (A Scömìche Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifteen - Where Do We Go From Here?

(This is the last chapter of this story buuuut drumroll...I'm making a sequel! Soon. I promise. And I want to start another story. So yeah, thank you guys for reading and voting on this, it means so much!)

"Mitchie, please, please wake up."

              Mitch woke up to see blinding lights all around him, a sterile smell, and tubes invading his body. Great, a hospital. And clasping his hand tightly was Scott.

"Mitch?"

              The brunette squeezed his hand in reply, seeing as how he couldn't move or talk.

"Oh my gosh, Mitchie you're back. I'm going to call for a nurse, okay?"

               Another squeeze and soon after, the doctor was checking his vitals and helping him to drink some water, while his parents and Scott were sitting in the chairs beside him. The doctor told his parents that he was stable and that he could start getting visitors. His parents then left to go find his family.

               "Scott?" Mitch's raspy voice broke through.

"Yeah, baby?" Scott rushed over to sit on the edge of the bed.

                 "Where's Kevin?"

"He's in the room beside you. He got shot too, but only in the arm. You got hit on the side of your waist."

                Mitch looked down to his waist and pulled the gown around to the side, seeing the bloodied gauze.

"They had you in surgery and they managed to take out the bullet. Although, you'll have a scar and you won't be able to have tight oblique muscles. But that's much better than what it could have been." Scott leaned down to press his lips against the brunette's forehead.

                Mitch smiled and reached his hand up to touch Scott's face. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mitchie. So much. I am so happy I have you back. I thought I'd lost you."

                 Mitch suddenly had a flashback. "Did they catch who it was?"

"No, why honey?"

                  "It was Adam."

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            "We find the defendant guilty."

             Adam had been sentenced to life in prison on two counts of intentional manslaughter and two counts of attempted murder. All because of a scheme to ruin Scott's life.

            Mitch was healing, day-by-day. He had physical therapy appointments once his wounds were closed. They worked on his obliques so that he could twist his torso and bend over among other things. Although he did have a nasty scar.

            Luckily, through the months of healing, he could still sing so Pentatonix was still able to continue to sing at gigs and online.

           The only bad thing was that Scott's seperation anxiety multiplied impossibly. At first Mitch wasn't even able to go to the bathroom alone. Scott had to be in there too. Thankfully, that stopped but now he didn't want Mitch leaving the house. Which was okay for a month while the wounds were still closing and he could barely move anyway but by month three, they both had college to go to. In different classes than Scott. Which caused multiple panic attacks.

            Mitch considered dropping out, but he knew that this was his future. And he was begging Scott to not drop out, knowing that he would regret it. He finally figured out what he had to do even though it would be the hardest thing he had ever done.

            On October 2nd, Mitch told Scott that they needed to take a break. He said it would help with the seperation anxiety. Scott could do nothing but wordlessly stand there and nod as Mitch said they could still be friends. Mitch had already moved to a different dorm that day and that they needed some space.

            Scott's world came crashing down.

(So I promise that this isn't the end. The sequel will be up soon and I'm gonna start another short story I think. Thank you guys for coming on this journey with me and there will be much more to come!)

Love you guys and stay sassy :*
   
~ Courtney