crazy (scömìche)

f o u r

m: *follows a guard timidly to the cafeteria where parents are already coming in to look for their children and sits down at an empty table in the corner, staring at the floor*

s: *had made sure he would be in the cafeteria to talk to parents, but really he's keeping an eye on mitch*

m: *wraps his arms around himself and glances up for a second, but quickly looks back down*

s: *glances at him for a moment, but quickly turns his attention back to the parent he was informing of their patient's progress*

m: *hesitantly looks back up and around at all the parents and patients, then over at scott, but only for a moment before he looked away again*

s: *smiles at the parents one last time before they turn to spend more time with their patient, but it's really forced, as most of his attention is focused on mitch*

m: *brings his legs to his chest and rests his forehead on his knee*

s: *glances at him again, except looks too long and ends up staring*

m: *blinks frantically so he won't start crying and holds himself tighter*

s: *notices and tilts his head slightly, watching more carefully*

m: *curls further into himself and sniffles quietly, but forces himself not to cry*

s: *glances back at the people and murmurs a soft "excuse me", making his way over to mitch*

m: *glances up at scott when he heard him on his way over, but looks away after a moment*

s: *kneels in front of him, trying to meet his eyes* mitchie? are you feeling okay?

m: *nods silently, keeping his head down*

s: *frowns slightly and reaches forward to gently tilt mitch's head up so he has to look into his eyes* are you okay?

m: *nods again*

s: *frowns and tilts his head* do you need to leave?

m: *shakes his head slightly - timidly* i'm okay.

s: *frowns a bit more - gently* are you sure? i can take you back to your room if you'd like.

m: *shakes his head again* i-i'm fine. you should go.

s: *opens his mouth to protest, but hesitates and glances around at everyone - when he sees a few parents watching him confusedly, he sighs and straightens up* fine. but don't hesitate to come get me if you need anything, alright?

m: *nods - quietly* okay.

s: *hesitates for a moment more before turning to go back to the parents, forcing another smile*

~three hours later~

m: *glances up and sees that all the parents have gone - lets out a shaky breath*

s: *finally finishes talking to the last parent and lets out a shaky breath as well, running his hand through his hair*

m: *curls back up, muttering under his breath to himself*

s: *directs all the patients to go back to their rooms*

m: *hears him and reluctantly stands from the table and makes his way to the hallway*

s: *keeps a close eye on mitch, wanting to be there if he needed it*

m: *walks into his room and shuts the door behind himself - finally lets out a small sob and leans against the door, sliding down it and curling up on the floor*

s: *had followed him to his room, discreetly of course, so he hears  this - frowning, he knocks softly on the door* mitchie?

m: *reluctantly moves away from the door and reaches up to turn the door handle weakly*

s: *frowns worriedly at him when he opens the door, his heart breaking slightly* are you okay?

m: *curls up further and sobs again - chokes out* i w-want m-mommy.

s: *his heart breaks more and he frowns, taking a step forward to envelop mitch in his arms* oh, baby...

m: *presses himself against scott and whimpers quietly*

s: *frowns and holds him tighter* i'm so sorry, mitchie.

m: *sobs quietly - quietly* t-they le-left me.

s: *quietly, holding him tighter* i know. i'm sorry.

m: i-i... sobs again and squeezes his eyes shut

s: *his heart breaks a bit more and he gently kisses mitch's temple* shh. it's okay. don't cry.

m: *nods quickly, but sobs again, louder this time*

s: *holds him gently, frowning - quieter* please don't cry...

m: *sniffles quietly and forces himself to stop crying, weakly gripping onto scott's shirt*

s: *rubs his back gently, once again resisting the urge to kiss him* good boy.

m: *sniffles quieter and leans against him*

s: *pulls him closer, not even really minding the fact that this probably isn't allowed*

m: *opens his eyes and glances up at him*

s: *offers him a small smile, rubbing his back still* are you feeling okay?

m: *shrugs slightly and leans into his touch*

s: *frowns slightly* is there anything i can do?

m: *shrugs again and looks down at his lap*

s: *frowns more* please let me help you.

m: *stays silent and closes his eyes again, letting out a shaky breath*

s: *frowns more but doesn't say anything*

m: *quietly* they're in here.

s: *just as quietly* they won't get you.

m: *shudders and shakes his head* they're coming.

s: *holds him tighter* i'll protect you.

m: *timidly* promise?

s: *smiles slightly* promise.