The Prince and the Peasant (Scomiche)

8

"There's another train stop up here, do we have anything to trade?" Scott asked.

Mitch thought for a second and shook his head, "Food and water, but that's not a valuable treasure."

Scott scratched his head and sat down where the cargo was, "I don't know when they are coming, but when they get here we can ask."

Mitch sat down next to Scott and started to cough. Scott looked at him with a concerned look and patted his back, "You okay?"

Mitch nodded and wiped a tear from his eye from coughing, "Yeah I'm fine."

Mitch leaned into Scotts chest and closed his eyes, "My head hurts too."

Scott set his backpack down and out a hand on Mitch's forehead, "Oh honey, you're burning up."

Mitch nuzzled into Scotts shoulder and let out another rough cough, "It's just from the walking and the heat, I get overworked easily."

Scott rubbed Mitch's back and pulled Mitch onto his lap, "Are you sure? Do you want me to get you to a doctor?"

Mitch shook his head, "No it will be better by tomorrow, and the doctors will recognize me."

Scott nodded and turned his attention to the train screeching to a stop. Scott stood up with Mitch still in his arms and gently set him down.

Scott jogged up to the person throwing the cargo in the train, "Excuse me, sir?"

The man glanced at him and continued to throw cargo in, "Yeah?"

Mitch stood next to Scott and cleared his throat before talking, "Do you think we can have a ride?"

"That's very risky and if my boss sees you I'll get fired." The man explained.

"W-What do you want from us, we'll see if we have it in exchange for a ride." Mitch said.

The man took a deep breath, "Money, or anything I can sell for money."

Mitch rummaged around in his bag and pulled out what ever dollars he had, "I have this, but that's all I have."

The man observed it and looked at Scott who held up what he found.

"How far did you want to get?" The man asked.

"As far west as we possibly can."

The man nodded and snatched the money, "Climb aboard, I'll tell you when to hide and when to get off."

They both smiled and hopped on the train. There was more room this time so they sat side by side.

Mitch closed his eyes for a second and tucked his head under Scotts chin. Scott put his arms around Mitch and kissed his head, "You'll be okay honey."

Mitch nodded and felt a shiver ripple up his spine. Scott pushed on some of the muscles on his back to give him a mini massage and felt Mitch move away.

"My muscles are sore." Mitch wined.

Scott furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed Mitch's back, "Want me to give you a massage? It could help."

Mitch looked up at Scott and felt the train start to move, "Be gentle?"

Scott smiled and motioned Mitch to lay on his stomach, "Why are you sore?"

Mitch felt Scotts hands on his back and tensed up, "I'm not used to all the walking and everything because in the palace everything was handed to me. I just need to tough it out."

Scott put pressure on Mitch's back, "Well, please tell me if I can do anything to help you."

Mitch inhaled sharply as Scott got to his shoulders, "It Hurts."