|| Monday ||
Mitch enters the therapy room that Monday morning like the past two weeks but Doctor Hoying isn't there this time.
Mitch sits down on the leather couch in front of his desk and crosses his legs Indian style while he waits. After five minutes, Doctor Hoying still isn't in so Mitch swaps seats over to the chair on the other side of the desk; Scott's chair. He begins to draw on his whiteboard. Just as he's doing the finishing touches, the door slams open and Doctor Hoying walks in, his face a deep shade of red.
He storms over to his desk and throws his briefcase down on the wooden top making Mitch jump, also catching the attention of the angry blonde. He glances from Mitch, to the leather couch on the other side of the desk, back to Mitch, the couch then finally Mitch again. His face begins to cool down as his eyes scan over the small brunette down to the whiteboard.
"What's that Mitch?" Doctor Hoying asks and Mitch shrugs, playing with the edge of his sleeves. "You're a very good drawer."
Mitch hesitantly stands up, placing his whiteboard on the desk. He carefully grabs the hem of his shirt and goes to pull it up but Doctor Hoying's hand flies out and stops him.
"Mitch, what are you doing?" The blonde asks, his eyes wide. Mitch just raises his eyebrows and shakes off his hand. He continues lifting up the shirt until it's under his neck, the sleeves still on. Mitch just stands there while Scott glances from his chest, the whiteboard and Mitch a few times.
"I-Is that a real tattoo Mitch?" Doctor Hoying asks and Mitch nods slowly.
"Y-yes," he chokes out and Scott looks down at him with a grin.
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therapy (scömìche au)
Fanfiction"Flattery will get you nowhere in life." "It made you blush and that's good enough for me." ------- // harsh language // slurs // possibly triggering // bad quality // ||||||| Started: 22nd May, 2017 [X] 100 reads 6•6•17 [X]...
