Hate Sex is So Hot

20 - Miracle Worker

Once upon a time, there was a prince named Mitchell, but everyone called him Mitch. He was loved by everyone, except for one person. That person's name was Travis. Travis and Mitch had dated, but a horrible fighting accident had torn the two apart. Mitch could still remember the harsh words he sent to his former to be husband before he the others started to fire.

But news from a rival kingdom's prince had shocked him - a prince that he had hated all of his life. Travis wasn't as injured as he'd said that he was. Why would he do that, he wondered? Just to make me feel more pain? Have I not already felt enough?

And in his grief, the young prince went out one night, and had a horrible accident. They took him to the doctor in their small town.

"Please, doctor, please fix him." Begged the rival prince. "He hates me, and I hate him. But I also love him. You have to save him so that he lives long enough to know that. Please."

"I will do my best." The doctor promised. "But I am no miracle worker." And after many agonizingly long days and nights, the prince was sent a letter and he arrived to the doctor's late at night.

"He won't make it." Said the man, sorrowfully. The prince cried and cried and cried and cried, he cried all night. But near midnight he was allowed to see his friend for one last time.

"I love you." He said. Prince Mitchell did not look shocked, and he smiled with no sadness at all, almost as if he wasn't about to die.

"I love you too." He whispered, and suddenly his face twisted.

"Ah... it hurts... please, Scott, kiss me..."

The prince kissed his love, and when he pulled back, Mitchell was dead.

-

"Mitch, shut up, you literally don't even have a twisted ankle."

"It hurts!" I yelled at him, glaring.

"You didn't even need to go to the hospital." Scott rolled his eyes. "They literally just took you in here to make sure nothing was broken, and you didn't feel like going to class so you begged them to let you stay here."

"It hurts." I grumbled and sunk further down into the bed.

"Right now?"

"No... to walk..."

Scott looked unimpressed.

"Why are you even still here?!"

"So you don't get bored. Do you think they could consider this charity work?"

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. You're so funny, did you know that?"

"Should I go?"

"I-... no..." Mitch's defenses dropped. He wasn't really in a position to decline help right now, as pissy as that help may be.

Scott's eyes seemed to soften, and it was like he was coming back to his senses.

"Uh... sorry." He messed with his fingers and started at them. "You know I'm... not usually like that."

"...Like what?"

He looked up at Mitch again. "So... harsh? I don't know... I just get really defensive, I... I guess."

"Is it..." Mitch started the sentence but quickly stopped himself. Unfortunately, Scott eyed him, knowing what he was going to say.

"My foster dad?"

Mitch bit the inside of his cheek. Scott looked out the window.

"My mom said I was a really happy kid before she had to put me in foster care. She never said it, but I know they think I changed."

I looked at him, my face not harsh; just completely empathetic.

"How did she think you were before?" I asked softly.

"...She said I was a really cheerful kid." He forced a laugh and scratched behind his head. "Really nice too, and the type to blush and giggle a lot..." his smile faded. "Not pick on people."

I made an obviously confused face. "You don't pick on me."

He shrugged.

"I don't know why I'm sharing this with you." He said and pushed himself out of the chair. "I'm not trying to get any sympathy, I mean... you're the one in a hospital right now."

I pursed my lips.

"And... thank you. For coming after me. And making sure I didn't fall down that hill like an idiot."

I nodded. "Yeah... you're welcome. And, uh, Scott?"

"Huh?"

"You're gonna get my sympathy anyways. And... I think you're still like that, sometimes."

His expression completely softened, and he looked genuinely shocked. Does he just see himself as this awful, mean guy?

"Like... like when you were with your cousin in the car. Or when you were on the phone in our dorm."

He looked like he was thinking for a second, and then smiled a little.

"Thanks."

I lied back and looked at the ceiling as he left. I was still mad at him... just... significantly less. I needed an explanation on why he did it. Then, maybe...

What would we be then?

I don't know how we could go back to hating each other after something like that. And I saw before... when we just forget about all our problems and only focus on each other, there is no hate.

So what, do I... want to date him? No... no, Avi. Avi. That's right. I like Avi... Scott tried to use me, and I can forgive him, but he's Scott Hoying. I don't know what he thinks he's doing, but it won't work.

He's probably not even trying anything. And that just makes me even more annoyed, that I just want to hug him.

Mitch: hey, can u come to the hospital a little earlier? :p like rn?

Avi: Oh sure, why?

That's right. I'll ask Avi out, I'll make amends with Scott, and we'll either go back to hating each other for no reason or we might even become friends. But there'll be no more of the drama that boy basically carries around with him, and definitely, no more hate sex.