Hey, gurls!
Don't have much to say, so let's just get the chapter going.
*Scott POV*
"Scott! Scott, what's going on?" Danny said as the nurses escorted us to a room.
"I don't know," I told him, causing the nurses to give me a confused look.
"Scott, I'm scared!"
"I am too, Dan."
The nurses finally got me into my room, and I heard them lock the door.
I frowned. Was I really that untrustworthy?
Then I heard Danny ask "Scott, who's that?"
I turned to see an unfamiliar boy sitting on one of the beds in the room.
He was small, a bit skinny, and his eyes were dark and mysterious.
He looked up from his notebook, and he waved cautiously.
I waved back, as did Danny.
"Hi," I said, "I'm Scott."
The boy nodded, then wrote something on a small notepad, holding it up:
Hi, I'm Mitch. I'm sorry, but I don't really talk much.
I nodded after reading this.
"So, is he mute, or does he just not talk?" Danny asked from beside me, and I shrugged.
Mitch went back to his notebook, and I sat on the other bed, but I couldn't keep my eyes off this small, silent boy.
I knew that he probably wouldn't talk to me...
But I wanted to find out more about him.
Soon, I thought to myself, Hopefully soon...
Aaaaaaand that happened.
(Sorry for the long wait, BTW.)
Hope y'all liked.
Luv you all! *blows kisses*
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