Mitch woke up at 5:00am to go get some water (by Pentatonix). He walked to the kitchen got his water and sat in the living room. He stared blankly at the t.v. until he got up and walked into his and Scott's room.
"Babe are you ok?" Scott asked when Mitch walked back into the room. He woke up when he heard Mitch close door.
"Y-Yeah I'm fine." He swallowed and laid back down.
The next morning he ran to the bathroom and threw up. (Just so y'all know, I'm not doing M-preg. Nothing against it! I just don't want to put that in. If he wants kids they can adopt.) He put his head on the toilet moaning in pain.
"Mitchie? Are you ok?" Scott said and walked to the bathroom.
"D-Don't come in here! It's disgusting." Mitch said rocking himself back and forth on the floor.
"Babe, It's Ok. I'm still coming in." He said and opened the door.
Mitch moaned in pain again and hunched himself over the toilet again.
"Sweetheart, are you ok?"
"Does it look like I'm ok?" He snapped and got up to brush his teeth.
"Sorry." Scott said and put his hands up in defence.
"I'm sorry. I just need to lay down." He said and Scott picked him up.
"Scott! Put me down you're gonna get sick!"
"Mitch. You're burning up. I don't care if I get sick. I'm gonna take care of my baby so he can get better." Scott laid Mitch on the bed and went downstairs.
He grabbed water, aspirin, and a thermometer. He ran back upstairs and told Mitch to open his mouth.
"Why did that sound sexual?" Mitch said and opened his mouth so Scott can stick the thermometer in.
"Don't move. I'll be back." He walked into the bathroom to get a cold rag.
He walked back to the room and looked at the thermometer.
"Mitch, do you think you should go to the hospital? Your temperature is 105.9."
"What?!" He said and sat up fast but a wave of nausea hit him and he ran to the bathroom again.
Scott followed him and helped him stand back up and took him to the room. He gave Mitch some skinny jeans and one of Scott's shirts. Mitch got dressed and waited for Scott in the living room. When Scott came down, he picked Mitch up and brought him to the car. He gently sat him down in the passenger seat and pushed the seat back so he could lay down.
"Don't move. Ok?" He said and Mitch nodded.
He pulled up at the hospital 10 minutes later and carefully picked Mitch up to take him inside.
"Hi my boyfriend is sick and has been throwing up and has a temperature of 105.9." Scott said and the lady's eyes widened.
"Oh my gosh. Ok fill this out then bring it back. Also, y'all cute together."
"Thanks." He said and took the papers. He, once again, gently sat Mitch in the chair.
"Mitch are you ok?"
"Il mio stomaco fa male tanto male," Mitch whined, "Dov'è il bagno?" (1)
"Mitchie. I can't understand you when you speak in a different language." He said.
"B-bathroom." Mitch said and Scott picked him up again and rushed him to the bathroom where he threw up.
"Go fill out the papers bambino (2) I'll be fine."
"Ok." Scott said and ran to fill out the papers. He gave them back to the lady and she had a doctor come out.
"Where's the patient?" The doctor asked.
"Bathroom. I'll get him." Scott said and went to the bathroom.
"Babe? Come on get up." Scott said and helped Mitch up from the floor.
"S-Scott?"
"Yes?"
"Mi fa male la testa.(3)" He said and Scott laughed.
"One more time Mitch?" Scott said and Mitch cuddled himself into Scott's body.
"Head hurts." He said as they followed the doctor.
"Just set him down here," the doctor said gesturing to the bed table thingy, "I'll be right back."
"Sweetheart, do you need anything?" Scott asked.
"A hug?" he questioned and Scott leaned down to hug him gently.
"You'll be fine babe. Promise." He said and kissed his cheek.
"Mr.Hoying don't do that or you'll get sick too." The doctor said when she walked in. "Mr. Grassi? Tell me what's wrong."
"S-Scott." Mitch said because he's too sick to tell her.
"Earlier at around 5, he got up out of bed and got a cup of water then came back. I asked him if he was ok and he said he was fine so we went back to sleep. Around 10 he got up and ran to the bathroom and started throwing up. I brought him to the room and took his temperature, which was 105.9, then I brought him here."
"Well I'm gonna take your temperature,then..." She told them what she was gonna do and they nodded. "I'll be right back."
"Scott?" Mitch said when she left.
"Yes?"
"W-What did I eat yesterday?"
"Umm... What I cooked and that Starbucks I bought."
"I-I think maybe t-the Starbucks made me sick." Mitch moaned in pain.
"So like food poisoning?" Scott asked.
"Y-Yeah. It hurts." He said.
The doctor walked in, did what she needed and walked back out.
30 minutes later, the doctor walked back in with the results.
"Well Mr. Grassi, you have food poisoning." she said.
They talked about how long he will be sick -which was only a day- and they left.
"Mitchie? Do you think you will be able to eat anything?"
No response
"Mitchie?" Scott looks at him and seen him sleeping silently.
When they pulled up at home, he brought Mitch up to their room and laid Mitch down. He kissed his lips softly and walked downstairs and started cleaning the house.
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Ok so I don't know what happens in doctors offices XD any way,
Translations:
1) My stomach hurts so bad, where's the bathroom?
2) Baby
3) My head hurts.
Umm... That's it I think...
OH!!!!!!
What is wrong with people? I mean, why kill random people for no apparent reason? I pray for the people in San Bernardino, California. If any of you live there, you have my prayers.
TELL ME AM I GOING CRAZY (Uh-Huh)
