Moving on ~ Sequel of Travis (a scömìche fanfic)

Chapter 28

Tim was sitting on the porch as police cars and an ambulance sped up to the front of the house.

The man quickly stood up and held his hands above his head.

Police officers were running up to get Tim and look around inside the house.

Medical officers bursted out of the ambulance with beds and equipment.

Mitch cried into Scott's hair as the officers ran in.

The small brunette looked up to the men and women with big, red, puffy eyes. "Please. Help us," Mitch whispered.

Three officers attended the couple while the rest investigated the scene.

"It's going to be okay, sir," one of the officers said to Mitch, trying to calm him down.

He watched as paramedics ran in and took Scott from his lap.

"No!" Mitch tried to reach for his boyfriend, but the female officer held him back.

"What's your name, hun?" The women's comforting voice almost reminded him of Kirstie.

"Mitch Grassi."

"Mitch, your friend is going to be just fine, and so are you. My fellow officers and I are going to do everything in our power to make sure that you two walk out of here safe and sound."

The officer examined Mitch.

He had bruises all over his face and body. His frame was skinnier than it should have been, but it was better than before. A black eye was visible on his face, along with raised cuts on his cheeks from the punching. Tears stains littered his cheeks. His clothes had blood all over them, almost drenched. The sleeves of his clothes were scrolled up, revealing his old scars and wounds from his tour.

The officers heart broke at the sight of him.

Mitch looked broken. Weak.

"Both if you are going to make it out alive."

As paramedics lifted Scott into a bed, the woman helped Mitch stand up.

Mitch legs wobbled terribly as the rest of the police took pictures of the crime scene and put blankets over the corpses.

"It's going to be okay."

He looked back, watching a man place a thin piece of white cloth over Alex's body.

"Come on, there was nothing you could've done."

A rush of guilt hit him as he turned back around and walked out of the house.

He could've done something.

He could've saved Alex and Tim's lives.

But no, they're dead.

Because of him.

Or at least that's what Mitch thought.

"Take it easy, hun."

The brunette looked to Tim, who had handcuffs gripped tightly around his wrists.

He was shoved into a police car and driven to the police station for custody.

Scott was immediately rushed into the ambulance, while Mitch followed slowly behind.

"Let's get you to a bed next to... uh..."

"Scott. His n-name is Scott Hoying."

His eyes never left his unconscious best friend.

"Alright. Let me help you up."

The officer took Mitch's hands and helped him hoist his legs up.

When he spread out onto the bed, the officers told him to lie down.

He laid back into the cushion, letting the paramedics place an oxygen mask over his mouth.

Mitch turned his head to Scott.

At least 5 people were working on him.

Mitch weakly reached out for Scott's hand, and held it tightly.

What if this was the last time he'd see his boyfriend alive?

He watched as the paramedics put another oxygen mask on him.

Sticking an IV into his arm.

Yelling some code that he didn't understand.

Plugging a machine up to his chest.

Pumping his chest.

"We're losing him!"

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Hey guys, sorry this chapter is so short

I've been so busy lately, I promise the next chapter will be longer

ALSO...

I've gotten a couple ideas for a third book.

I'm taking everyone's ideas into account.

I'll mix them all together into one book.

I already have something I might wanna do but I know there's some people who have amazing ideas as well!

Comment down below!

And you will get a shoutout!

Stay fcute!!!!!!! <3