Dont go (a merome fanfic )

Ch.14 PTSD

-Mitch POV-

I woke up curled up in a ball in Jerome's lap like a cat. I sighed lightly as he brushed his fingers through my hair. "Morning Mitch, how are you feeling?", He asked me as I answered his question with a shrug I cuddle and hid my face in his chest hoping that he would never let me go. "Mitch...you're staying with me. I'm not letting that man touch you again." I was taken by surprise of what he said and unburied my face and just stared at him with a confused look. "I know it'll take some explaining to my parents but I know it'll be okay" he responded to my questioning look as he kissed me on the head. "Mitch, I'm really in love with you..and I'm positive it's not a phase and that I'm not kidding....I want to be with you for forever." I herd Jerome whisper, I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hear it but I looked up at him and kissed him. Oh my god. This is the best kiss of my life. So amazing. It felt like the world stood still. Like he really was sorry for everything he's done and that he really loves me. I soon noticed his hands beginning to wander my body. "Mitch...please wake up...." Huh?....Jerome? I questioned in my head as my eyes flickered open the slightest bit to only be blinded by the bright white light. "Mitch!!! Thank god!!!" I heard Jerome say as I opened my eyes fully,only to see a crying dirty mess of Jerome. "Huh?..." I questioned out loud only to have Jerome dive in and hug me. "Don't touch me!!!." I screeched almost as if I was screaming bloody murder and He let go almost immediately. "Mitch...you've been out for almost 5 days....I...I thought I lost you..." Huh? I was knocked out? What? "What's going on Jerome?...." I asked confused and he sighed and answered, "when you....um...attempted....it knocked you out pretty bad....you went brain dead for a while but they brought you back....oh my god Mitch...don't ever do that again!!!!!!".

-Jerome POV-

I almost lost him...holy shit....this all seems so surreal...but he's here, and he's okay. "Mitch...we NEED to get you a therapist...",I told him and he just gave me this dumbfounded face. "I don't need one! I'm perfectly fine!!" I sighed and gave him my 'really' face and he just shrugged. "Mitch...how come when I hugged you you screamed?...", "p...please don't touch me.....no one...please..." He answered sounding almost as if he would die if someone was to touch him. I stared at him in confusion and put my hand out to touch his arm. He screamed and pulled his arm away the second I touched it. I saw his whole body tense as I sighed. "Mitch, baby, I won't hurt you anymore. No one will. I'm here to protect you. I swear." He shook his head back and forth millions of times before he finally stopped. I'm so confused...what's going on with him? I got up and left the room leaving Mitch with a sad face as I went to find a nurse and told her what was going on.

After talking to the nurse, it all made sense. I walked back into his room and sat in the chair next to Mitch's bed. "Hey babe...", "hi" he squeaked. "I talked to the nurse..." I paused as he gave me a confused look. "She said you may have PTSD...", "have what?" He asked me as he cocked his head to the side. "post traumatic stress disorder...it's making you not want people to touch you..." I told him and he looked at me once again with that adorable dumbfounded face. "Why would I have that?..." He asked me, "Well...you're dad beat you.....I beat you....everyone was out to get you....and I guess it all finally got to your head after that last outburst from your dad..." I told him and he just say there, looking emotionless. I have no clue what he's thinking, but it can't be good.