Moving on ~ Sequel of Travis (a scömìche fanfic)

Chapter 2

"Scott..."

"Scott... wake up...."

Scott groaned.

"Hey dingus, I ate all the peanut butter."

Scott went to rest his head on top of Mitch's when he didn't feel his presence.

Confused, he opened his eyes to see that Mitch wasn't cuddled up next to him anymore.

"Scott."

Scott turned his head to see Mitch kneeling beside the bunk.

He jumped and then with realization, rubbed his face.

"Mitch... it's the middle of the night, why are you up?"

Mitch blushed at the sound of Scott's voice, deep and rough.

Scott's eyesight got more focused to the dark so he could see Mitch's ashamed expression.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Scott got out of the bunk and stood up to look at Mitch properly.

He brought Mitch up to his feet.

Scott started examining Mitch's body.

He had messy hair, a t-shirt, and boxers on.

His cheeks were tear-stained and there seemed to be what looked like red lines on his thighs.

Blood ran down his legs.

"I did it again." You could hear the shame in his voice.

Scott looked back into Mitch's eyes.

"Oh s*** Mitch," Scott said, scared and worried.

Scott grabbed Mitch's hand and tugged him into the bathroom.

He turned on the bathroom light and closed the door.

"I'm sorry!"

Scott sat Mitch down on the toilet lid. "Sh! You'll wake everyone up."

"I'm so sorry Scott. I couldn't help it..."

Scott got a washcloth and soaked it in warm water.

"Don't apologize babe. This isn't your fault. Did you get blood on the floor?"

"No..." Scott kneeled beside Mitch and started cleaning Mitch's legs.

"How did you even-"

"My shaving razor."

Scott looked to the trash can to see the remnants of the razor.

He continued cleaning Mitch's legs, tearing up.

Mitch noticed tears building up in Scott's eyes.

"Did I make you mad? Upset? I'm so sorry.."

Mitch put his face in his hands.

Once all the blood streaks were gone, he soaked the new wounds with the cloth.

"No, I was just... scared. I'm not upset or mad at you. I'm happy that you even told me you cut again."

Mitch brought his head back up. "Really?"

"Yes, I'm crying because I hate to see you hurt yourself like this. I mean, we haven't even gone through a day on here. Are you sure you'll be alright throughout the tour?"

Scott stood back up, got disinfectant from the cabinet, and kneeled back down near Mitch's legs.

"Yes Scott, I'll be fine."