It's Always Been You

Ch15 Diagnoses

(A/n: so wow, thanks for the love and support guys. I'm sorry I haven't been as active lately. I'm just stressed and plain lazy. I'm thinking about wrapping this story up soon and making another book. Like an original or another scomiche fanfic or a fanfic in general. Anyway I love you my Essies <33 Especially Ash&Hunter (: <3)

Chapter 15

"I want to see a doctor of some sort. I'm thinking that what is happening to me could be a combination of sleep paralysis and schizophrenia. Maybe some other mental illness too." Scott says formally. Mitch nods, taking in everything he said. "I agree, let's set up an appointment. I don't really want you to have those illnesses but I don't want it to be paranormal either." He said with a look of stress. Even if it was all Scott, why had Mitch felt the heaviness of the air those few times? Maybe his thoughts just got the best of him.

*Scott's POV

The doctor just told me that I had three things. I have sleep paralysis, schizophrenia, and anxiety. Never in my life would I think that I would be diagnosed with those illnesses. Especially schizophrenia. I almost feel like my life has changed. I can't let these disorders change me or my life though. I had to stay normal, for Mitch. I couldn't stress him out, he was too perfect to be stressed.

I was staring into the bathroom mirror, it was almost as if my reflection was a different person. I shake away the thought, literally. Through the mirror, I see Mitch walk into the bathroom and then immediately feel his arms wrap around my waist. It always comforted me when he did that. "I love you." He whispered into my back. The feeling made me shiver. "I love you too, baby," I slowly turn around while his arms are still around me. I look down into his deep, chocolate brown eyes. "Forever and always." An adorable smile creeps onto his face. He puckers his lips just slightly and goes on his tip toes. I loved when he did that, I lean down to meet my lips to his.

*Mitch's POV (right after diagnoses)

I held Scott's hand in mine, they were resting on my thigh. I traced my thumb on his, I always had the tendency to do this. We were sitting on a park bench in the park. The same park where I asked Scott to be my boyfriend actually.

My thoughts were buzzing and I could barely focus. Scott was just diagnosed with sleep paralysis, schizophrenia and anxiety. Was this going to change their lives? Or more importantly, Scott? My eyes began to water, I was so worried about him. I knew he wasn't taking this any better than I was. I dared to look over at him. His cheeks were stained with a few stray tears. I used my free hand to wipe them away, "Everything's going to be okay, love." My voice cracked. I tried to believe my own words.