Tightrope: A Scomiche AU

Chapter Five

A month passed, and a lot happened. Mitch got even sicker, but quickly learned how to hide it from everyone, even Kirstie. Kirstie and Coby moved in, the boy beginning to use a tablet to start learning. Coby started preschool, and Kirstie was finally able to tell Mitch she was pregnant again. Scott and Mitch kept growing closer than once before, but after a threatening phone call from his father, he began to sneak around with Ana once more. Everything seemed to be okay in the household, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

It was a normal Thursday, and Mitch wasn’t feeling well once he got home from work. Coby was about to get home, Scott was in his bedroom, and Kirstie was with her mother for the day. Mitch grabbed his fan and laid on the couch, shirtless, with the fan on him. He felt his own forehead, knowing it was obviously a fever of some sort. He didn’t think about it any further, so he just laid there. Suddenly, he grew very nauseous, grabbing a trash bin before throwing up the very little amount of food he had eaten that day.

He noticed that there was blood, along with the contents that came from his stomach, so he knew something was wrong. He tried to call for Scott, but all that came out was nothing louder than a whisper. A sharp pain coursed through his body, crippling him from getting up. He tried to scream for help, but nothing came out of his mouth as he felt like he was being burned alive. As if God was answering his prayers, Coby walked into the door, running to Mitch when he saw him paralytic and bloody.

“Please go tell Uncle Scotty that I need help,” Mitch whispered.

“Okay…” Coby nodded nervously, going to Scott room and walking in on Scott and Ana. “Oh! Are you giving her happy juice?”

“Ummm yes…” Scott answered, trying to keep the two of them covered.

“Did Mitch even teach his kid how to fucking knock?” Ana scoffed, Scott rolling his eyes.

“He is only three,” Scott argued, “and he normally does knock, so something is very wrong. What is wrong, Coby?”

“Daddy is all quiet and bloody,” Coby rushed his words Scott’s heart sinking. “He sent me to come get you for help.”

“Are you sure it is blood?” Scott asked, slipping his briefs on under the covers.

“It was blood,” Coby nodded anxiously. “He was trying to scream but he couldn’t.”

“Ana, It is best that you go,” Scott sighed, getting up and throwing on some pajama pants.

“We didn’t even finish,” she argued with obnoxious whine.

“You have hands, Ana!” Scott snapped, grabbing his phone and going out to the living room. When he got out there, Mitch was pale and unconscious, covered in blood as if he was stabbed a hundred times. Scott tried his hardest to wake the brunet, but nothing was working as he called for an ambulance.

“911. What’s your emergency?”
“Um hi. This is Scott Hoying, and my b… roommate is Mitch Grassi.”
“Say no more. There is an ambulance on the way.”
“Why are you so responsive with Mitch?”
“Who is asking?”
“His fiancé with a homophobic dad and a ‘girlfriend' that doesn’t know.”
“You said you were Scott Hoying?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I thought he would’ve told you by now, but I guess you were on bad terms.”
“Tell me what?”
“He as Stage three Leukemia. He has been that way for about seven years now, so everyone knows him.”
“Holy fuck!”
“I have to go, but call back if you need anymore help.”
“Okay thank you.”

“Are you coming back in now?” Ana smirked seductively in only her bra and panties.

“Hell fucking no!” Scott yelled. “I fucking told you to go home and I fucking meant it! My best friend could fucking die right now, and his three year old is terrified right now!”