If I Didn't

21- Mitch

A/N: this was here so I was just like 'why not?' Happy Monday, babes

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Scott and I were halfway through Pitch Perfect when his sleep talking took my attention away from the screen.

Scott had been having a lot of trouble doing things lately. Sleeping, eating, laughing. It's like a mold had been poured over the actual Scott, and I was talking to a statue most of the time.

Scott groaned, and then he mumbled something inaudible. I scooted closer to investigate, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Scott?"

More mumbling. He groaned again, and then his grip tightened on the pillow he was holding.

A nightmare.

A small, sharp pain erupted in my chest. I didn't want to see him in more pain than he already was. I shook him a little bit, not wanting to be rough enough to hurt him. He groaned again.

"Scott." I said it a little louder the second time. His breathing quickened. His body was shaking.

I shook him, trying hard not to start crying. I could only imagine what he was dreaming about...

He shot up like a rocket. I yelped, falling backwards onto my side of the couch in surprise. His eyes were wide for a few seconds, and then he met mine and pouted.

"I can't go back there again..." He said quietly. I tilted my head, confused.

"What...do you mean?"

"Mitchie?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you hold me...?" His voice was shaky and almost child-like. I wanted to simply surge forward and tackle him, considering that I had wanted to hold him in a more-than-friendly way for months. Even though the whole situation was confusing. After a few moments of hesitation, I crawled forward again, getting on his side. He laid out on his back, and I eventually found myself half on top of him.

I thought that it was strange when the doctor had said that he acted strange when he was tired. Almost like a different person. But nothing had ever compared to this. I knew that he was just lonely. But I took every chance that I could get.

He wouldn't remember this tomorrow, I told myself. So what did it matter?

"Thank you," he mumbled, wrapping one arm around my shoulders. After that, it didn't take him long to drift back off. I closed my eyes too, feeling the drowsiness leak into me at last.

"Goodnight...Scott," I whispered into his chest.

Right then and there, I drifted off in the arms of the kind of man I thought only existed in the movies.

But movies were movies. This was better than a fairy tale.

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