I Will Help You

I Don't Need Help

All day, Scott's had low blood sugar and has been a bit weak, but is determined to stay to himself.

Mitch: Scott, are you feeling okay?

Mitch asked while Scott sluggishly pushed the piano to the living room.

Scott: Yeah...I'm fine!

He grunted as he pushed the piano as much as he could, becoming winded.

Mitch watches him with concern.

Mitch: Scott...

He says, softly as Scott stops to catch his breath, soon giving up and laying on the couch.

Mitch: Just stay here and take a nap..I'll paint the room for you..

Mitch suggests as Scott shakes his head.

Scott: No...no, I'm fine.

He snapped as he got up, and returned to the piano room to paint the walls.

Mitch sighed as he knew Scott was becoming weaker.

Hoping to make Scott feel better, Mitch decides to make him soup.

Mitch: Scott?

He asked softly as he carried the soup to the piano room, only to see Scott laying on the floor.

Mitch: Scott, please eat this...it'll help you feel better.

Scott: I can't..

Mitch: Why not?

He asked a bit sad sounding.

Scott stayed on the floor with his eyes shut, one arm over his stomach and his other hand running through his hair.

Mitch sat the soup down before kneeling next to Scott, gently holding his hand in his.

Scott looks over to see Mitch's eyes a slight teary.

Mitch: Please?

He begs, making Scott sigh and agree to get up.

Mitch smiles a bit as he helps Scott's shaky tall body stand up, but to a surprise, he falls and passes out.

Mitch: Scott?!

He panics, shaking him slightly.

Mitch: Scott! Omigod!

He yells as he finds the house phone and calls the ambulance.

*An hour and a half later, at the hospital*

Mitch sits next to Scott as he lays in his bed with tubes in his arms.

Mitch: What happened, Scotty?

He asks sounding upset and afraid.

Scott: Nothing...it's just low blood sugar..

Scott replies as the doctor comes in.

Doctor: That's not the only cause. Another cause is actually your-

Scott: Low blood sugar and lack of hydration...I know!

He yells to cut off the doctor.

Doctor: Uh...mhm..

The doctor lies as Scott gave him a look.

Doctor: I shall return with an update soon, you're lucky to have a boyfriend as sweet as him. He may have just saved your life.

Scott: We're not boyfriends.

He blankly states.

Doctor: Ah..

As the doctor leaves, Mitch turns back to face Scott.

Mitch: Scott, please let me help you. Together we can make you better and we can go home.

Scott: Mitch, I don't need help. We aren't boyfriends, we aren't family, we're barely even friends!

Mitch: I need you just like you need me, Scott. We need each other to survive. We have no one else to turn to! Nowhere to go but that little apartment your friends own! We need each other.

He says as he grips Scott's hand.

With a shaky breath, Scott looks at their hands then up at Mitch.

Mitch's eyes are now filled with tears.

Scott: No we don't.

Mitch: Yes we do, Scotty. We have no one else. Please don't say that...

Scott: I don't need anybody for anything. I've been on my own for years. Why is now any different?!

He begins to raise his voice.

Mitch: Scott, I need you just like you need me. People need friends! We need family! We need help!

He cries.

Scott: I DON'T need friends! I DON'T need family, and I DON'T need you!

His yells make Mitch jump a bit, dropping his hand with a slight gasp of pain.

They stare at each other before Mitch stands up.

Scott sighs as he hears Mitch cry as he wipes away a few tears while heading to the door.

Scott: Mitch, wait...

But by now it's too late. Mitch has already left the room.

After staring at the door for a while, upset by his actions, Scott makes his way to the bathroom and stares at himself in the mirror while running his fingers through his hair, only to find a bit of hair I'm his hand when he retracts it from his head.

He looks down at the detached blonde threads in his hand as his words scrambled on replay in his head.

"Why is now any different?!" He had screamed at Mitch.

Scott sighs and returns to look at himself as his fist closes on the loose hairs.

He answers his own question.

Scott: Because now YOU'RE here...