crazy (scömìche)

n i n e

s: *walks inside mitch's room again, doing everything he can to keep himself from kissing him* mitch, you need to wake up.

m: *stays asleep and curled up, sniffling quietly in his sleep*

s: *reaches over and shakes him gently, resisting the urge to climb in bed next to him*

m: *shifts and blinks slowly, looking up tiredly at scott*

s: *smiles weakly - quietly* you have to get up.

m: *chews on his lip and nods slightly - forces himself to sit up*

s: *quieter* let's get food, okay?

m: *hoarsely from crying and sleep* okay.

s: *frowns slightly, feeling his heart break, but he forces himself to take a step back from the bed* come on, mitch.

m: *stands up and holds his hands together in front of himself, looking down at his feet*

s: *breath hitches and he glances behind him, then quickly pecks mitch's lips*

m: *jumps slightly and looks up at him*

s: *glances behind him again but relaxes when no one saw* let's go to the cafeteria, yeah?

m: *quietly* okay.

s: *nods slightly and starts to walk out*

m: *follows him timidly, his gaze shifting back to the floor*

s: *leads him to the cafeteria*

m: *glances up at the other patients, then looks back down shyly*

s: *resists the urge to grab his hand and smiles comfortingly* come on, mitch. i'll get you food.

m: *nods and keeps his head down*

s: *goes and quickly gets him some food*

m: *reluctantly sits down at an empty table and plays with his fingers absentmindedly*

o.p.: *smirks and makes his way over to mitch, his eyes gleaming with insanity*

m: *keeps his eyes glued to the table and mutters quietly to himself*

o.p.: *pushes his shoulder roughly* hey, psycho.

m: *jolts and looks quickly up at him with wide eyes*

o.p.: *smirks* where's your boyfriend?

m: *quietly* he's my d-doctor.

o.p.: *rolls his eyes* whatever. where is he?

m: *quieter* he went to go get food.

o.p.: *raises an eyebrow* for you? really?

m: *nods slightly, looking away*

o.p.: *smirks, giving him a once-over* why? you're fat.

m: *flinches - shakily* i-i know.

o.p.: *raises an eyebrow* so why are you eating? did daddy make you?

m: *frowns slightly and glances up at him*

o.p.: well? did he?

m: *quietly* why should i tell you?

o.p.: *eyes darken* because i-

s: *returns at that moment and immediately frowns at the sight of some patient talking to mitch - sets down the food* hey, what are you doing?

m: *looks down at his lap timidly*

s: *looks at mitch* is he bothering you?

m: *stays silent, but nods slowly*