PTX Fan-Fic

Sick

---Bella's POV

Separate from the Scirstie incident, my day has been THE. WORST. For starters, something in the car stopped working. So we have to get that fixed in an hour. Wyatt's sick, like, puking and diarrhea. And my stress levels are so high, I've had to go to the hospital because of several anxiety attacks. Mitch has been worried about me, and I honestly feel bad about it. I'm on medicine that will help a bit with the anxiety that leads to depression, so, I'm technically going insane! Isn't that just great!?

(A COUPLE OF DAYS AFTER SCIRSTIE)

"Babe....I'm worried about you..." Mitch says quietly, hugging me from behind and nuzzling his face into my neck. "I'm fine....." I whisper, looking back at him slightly. I let out a breath and it's raspy from all of the crying I've been doing as of late. "You're not fine.....you've been taking medicine to calm down your anxiety and depression! You cry constantly. And I don't know what to do!" He throws his hands up in the air, and he sets his forehead on my back. "The pills have been working Mitchie.....don't be worried. I'll be ok." I tell him, spinning around to look at him. He places his hands on my hips, and I set my hands on his chest. "I might not be ok right now, but I will be ok. It'll be alright." I coo. "Alright....." His voice cracks a bit, but it recovers quickly.