"I'm surprised you showed up."
The doctors had taken all of two minutes to conduct their test, leaving Scott and Vincent to marinate in the awkwardness of it all. It was an additional five before Vincent finally spoke up with those words.
Scott scoffed a bit. "It's nice to see you too."
"It's not too nice to see you, actually."
"Why not?"
"You don't get why I did this, did you? It's because of you!"
Scott figured that this was the feeling writers always talk about. He felt like his heart sank into his stomach. He tried to just focus on the anger, like he'd been doing.
"Me?! I didn't make you swallow an entire bottle of pills!"
"It's still your fault!"
"You're an idiot! You're the one that made the choice to try to kill yourself! How is that my fault?!"
"Your actions have consequences!"
"Whatever. I still don't see what I did." He stormed out and slammed the door before Vincent had a chance to respond.
That night, however, he slept in Vincent's bed, face pressed into the pillow. It smelled like Vincent, that familiar scent of butter and cologne of some sort. He couldn't bask in the familiar smell, and he just cried.
"I'm a f*cking jerk... I want to know what I did..."
He sent another bouquet of flowers, along with a card, the next day.
"Mister Vincent? You have mail."
"Bring it here..."
The nurse set down the bouquet and card and walked off. Vincent opened the card and observed its writing.
"Dear Vincent, I'm sorry I was being a prick. I hope we can talk tomorrow. Get better soon. <3, Scott"
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Suicide Solution
FanficScott never knew that his actions built up like Jenga blocks, waiting to fall. He never knew that his words had a big impact on the man he only thought wanted to get in his pants. And he never knew about all the secrets Vincent held.
