Scömíche One Shots

I'll Miss You

A/N: Yes, this is happening. It was a ship name I made up, and it sounded like a disease, and we made it a one shot. Here we go.

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"Mr. Grassi-Hoying?" My head snapped up at the nurses voice. I get to see him.

I made my way to the front desk, "Can I see him? Is he okay?"

"Uh, sir, Dr. Stevens would like to meet with you first. She's in her office. First door on the left, okay?"

"Kay, thank you." I speed-walked to the office I was sent too. The second I opened the door I knew I wasn't getting pleasent news.

The room felt colder, though being in a hospital the atmosphere usually isn't this bad. "Hello Scott, uh, please take a seat."

I sat in the small chair, folding my legs to fit. "Is he okay?"

"Sir... Mitch has been diagnosed with Gulyssy." My heart dropped.

"W-what? No. No! How long does he have!?" Marrisa, as i was told to call her, looked down at the papers on her desk.

"Three months, Scott." No.

"No, no I don't think you understand. He can't die."

"Sir--" I interrupted her.

"No! He can't! He can't die! Not like this! No..." She set a hand on my shoulder.

"We can't do anything, sir. It migrated to his brain." I shook my head, staring blankly at the ground.

"I wanna see him." I whispered.

"Hm?"

I. Want to. See. Him." Marrisa nodded, leading my to his room.

As soon as I walked in, Mitch smiled. "Scott! Hi--"

His words subsided to coughing, making my heart break even more, "Baby, don't do that. This hurts your lungs."

He frowned. "I guess you're right. I just haven't seen you in days. I missed you a lot."

"I missed you too baby. But I'm here now." He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cheek, a tear making its way down his face.

"I won't be for long. I'll miss you then too." I tilted his chin up and encaptured his lips in mine.

The kiss broke moments later and I rested my forehead on his. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."