Scömìche One Shots

My Special Baby

(A/N: Just so you know... I have no idea if any of this is actually possible so bare with me here)

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Ever since the "accident", Mitch has been acting like a child. "What accident?" I hear you say in the distance. Well...

It all started one day while I was out. We have tile in our kitchen and Mitch had just finished having a shower. His feet were still very wet. Mitch had a towel wrapped around his waist as he walked to the kitchen for something to drink since he knew I wasn't home. He also knew I would text him, letting him know I was on my way home. (A/N: By Pentatonix 😉)

While he was in the kitchen, Wyatt ran in front of Mitch, causing Mitch to slip and fall. He hit the back of his head on the counter.

Before I left to go home, I texted Mitch, telling him I was on my way. I was a tad bit worried because he always responded... And he didn't.

I unlocked the door in a rush, worried because it was unusual for Mitch to not respond. I heard a scream from the kitchen

I ran towards the kitchen, thinking the worst. Stopping dead in my tracks as I saw Mitch, laying unconscious on the ground with blood spewing from his head. My first thought was he had been shot, but then I noticed the dent in my best friends head, along with blood on the counter. I frantically called 911, explaining the situation. I noticed he had no clothes on so I put a pair of boxers on him, just so he wouldn't feel as exposed when he woke up... I mean, if he did.

The paramedics arrived, taking Mitch in an ambulance. I begged to ride with him... I didn't want him alone in that state. The paramedics agreed.

I felt tears in my eyes as I sat next to my best friend, holding his frail, cold, wet hand. I interlocked our fingers, knowing if for some reason, he woke up... He'd be in pain so having my hand in his, would comfort him and he could also squeeze as hard as he needed. The doctors took him in a room, directing me to follow them. I nodded and walked beside the stretcher, still holding Mitch's hand.

On the walk to his room, Mitch opened his eyes.

"Scottie..?" Mitch whimpered as he squeezed my hand in pain.

"I'm here baby... I'm not leaving your side, I promise" I whispered. The nurses noticed his wakening and told him to relax, also explaining what was going to happen.

The doctor decided to do some testing, but giving me time to talk to him alone, tell him what happened. I noticed Mitch was acting strange... Almost childlike. I told the doctor this as he was prepped for surgery. The doctor became worried. All of a sudden, Mitch screamed.

"I WANT SCOTTIE! NO TOUCHIE MITCHIE TIL SCOTTIE COME HERE TO HOLD MA HAND!" Mitch screeched. I took that as my cue to go back in.

"Mitchie, sweetie, I'm right here" I cooed. He reached for my hand, taking it. He squeezed occasionally as they prepped him. He was then put on laughing gas so he didn't feel anything.

After testing, the doctor came to a conclusion. Mitch had hit his head and damaged some nerves, causing him to essentially be a child all over again... Forever. Unless some miracle happened and his brain was able to heal itself, he'd be like that forever.

I was told Mitch was lucky he didn't have any memory loss... That would have been worse.

So from that day on...

Mitch was my baby. I take care of him, I treat him like a child... Like my own child. He doesn't call me "daddy" or "mommy" though, he still calls me Scott or Scottie, although he uses Scottie more.

I guess he knows he is an adult, but his brain doesn't allow him to act like one. He is still smart... Just like he was before the accident. Nothing really changed, just his way of acting and a tad bit of his talking.

The only problem he has is a little bit of speech. He can't form some words yet, but we're working on it.

I love treating Mitch as my baby... He is my baby. I feed him, dress him, play with him. Just like I would with a child. Mike and Nel sort of distanced themselves from Mitch and I. Don't get me wrong, they're still his biological parents but Mitch seems so happy with me. Mike and Nel didn't want to take him away from me... I was really the only one who wanted to take care of him.

Pentatonix broke up... Kevin moved to Japan, Avi got a solo record deal and Kirstin is now a Broadway actress. And when I say she's good at it... I mean... DAMN good at it.

We stopped Superfruit. There was no point. Mitch can't function properly to do it. The fans understand though, which is good. I didn't delete it. I just don't upload anything besides maybe an update. I've been thinking about maybe doing a vlog channel about mine and Mitch's life. Just to keep us both occupied.

I think Mitch is the fcutest thing in the world. (Yes I still use fcute... Deal with it!) I've shown Mitch every episode of Superfruit and also every PTX music video... He likes to listen to all of the Pentatonix albums. In fact, he's listening to some right now.

People always give him strange looks... Or tell me I should put him in a mental asylum so I have to explain everything. That's one thing I wILL NOT DO. My Mitchie will not be put in someone else's care.

Mitch is my baby...

My special baby.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed!