Travis - Scömìche Fanfic

Chapter 19

Mitch sat in his hospital bed, staring at the tray of food in front of him.

Steam rising from the amount of calories he saw.

Dr. Monson sat at the end of the bed.

"Please eat Mitch."

"Not until you f***ing tell me why you had to blurt everything out to them!"

"I'm sorry Mitch but Scott experienced you trying to kill yourself, he also figured everything else out before you two came to the hospital."

"I meant to the rest of them.."

"You were going to tell them sometime right? Me telling them isn't the best way but I knew you were going to beg to Scott like you did to me."

Mitch shrugged.

"It's also my job to give the full report."

Mitch bowed his head in defeat.

"Hey, at least I didn't tell them about your... Issues with eating.."

"I'm not going to, and you can't make me."

"You're right, I can't. It's your choice if you want to starve and die, or live a long healthy life with the people who love you."

Mitch looked back to Dr. Monson.

"Drew, stop making me feel guilty. I already feel bad enough."

Drew sighed and set his hand on Mitch's leg.

"You realize how much I'm risking my job right now, right? I want you to be safe and away from harm. But Travis isn't the way to go."

"I know! I'm with Scott now...."

"Really? Oh my gosh Mitch I'm so happy for the both of you."

Mitch smiled.

"Will you promise now to eat? Stop cutting? Stop taking drugs?"

"I don't know Drew, I don't know. It all helps me cope.."

"You don't need to do those things anymore, you have Scott who will treat you much better."

Mitch shrugged.

"At least try, for me. Please, I'm begging you."

Mitch hesitated, but nodded.

Mitch grabbed the little plastic fork and dipped it into the small serving of mashed potatoes.

The fork made its way into Mitch's mouth, swirling around his tongue.

The amazing taste of the butter and salt that collided with the potatoes.

Mitch missed this, the flavors that he's been missing out on.

He let out a content hum and pulled the fork out of his mouth.

Dr. Monson smiled. "See? It wasn't that hard."

Mitch set the fork down, not wanting to admit that he was defeated. "Yeah, whatever."

The doctor giggled and rubbed Mitch's head.

"I'll see you in a bit, but someone else wants to see you."

"Ok, can I have 5 minutes first?"

Dr. Monson nodded before leaving the room and closing the door.

Once Mitch heard his footsteps fade, he instantly grabbed the tray and started to dig into the mashed potatoes.

He had no one to tell him we was fat anymore. No one to hit him for eating. He felt safe.