Because You're Mine (COMPLETED)

Chapter 51: Avi

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Two weeks since levels were checked. Mitch had his heat. Scott helped him, and swore up and down he used a condom. I don't quite believe him. I mean, Mitch seems fine, but based on how Scott's acting makes me think different.

Speaking of, I see Mitch coming down the stairs. "Hey." I say to him. He just nods.

He looks rough. He's a little pale, and he's moving like he's physically exhausted.

"You okay?" I ask him. I turn to grab the eggs from the fridge.

"I'm fine. Just don't feel good." He said. He put a sleeved hand to his face, covering his nose and mouth.

"Are you sick? Let me feel your forehead." I say as I walk over to him. I put a hand to his head. "You feel fine. Normal. Could it be something you ate last night?"

Mitch nods. He looked so confused as to why he feels like crap. "I think so. I never get sick, so something probably just didn't set well with me." He felt me touch him again. He swatted my hand away.

"Hey, hey, hey. Mitch?" I asked. Mitch got me good, for how small he is.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"I understand you don't feel good, but you can't be hitting anyone, especially me." I warned. Hitting a lead is enough for a punishment, and I don't punish unless I absolutely have to.

"I know." He sniffled. Tears formed and spilled down his face. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's up. I don't feel good and I didn't sleep well because I don't feel good." He sniffled again and wiped his face.

I sigh. This kid. "You think you can eat?" I ask him.

"I don't know. Maybe?" He shrugged. Tears were still falling, but he didn't say anything, so neither do I.

"Wanna try eggs and toast?" I offered, to try and get him to eat something light.

He put a one hand to his mouth and the other to his stomach. He swallowed and took a deep breath. "Uhhh, maybe just the toast?" He asked shakily.

I look at him, and raise an eyebrow. "Um, okay, yeah. Um do you wanna go see a doctor? I can set you up an appointment."

He shook his head. "I'll be okay. I think once I get something in my system, I'll be better." He smiled. I nod, but I don't believe him.

I put the bread in the toaster and go back to making the eggs.

"Avi?" Mitch asks me.

"Yeah?" I reply over my shoulder.

"Can I have some water?"

I perk my head up. "Mitchy, you know you don't have to ask for something like that." I remind him.

"I-I know, I was just wondering...could you get it for me? I really don't think moving that much is a good idea. Please?" He explains. I could hear in his voice he was trying not to cry.

I nod. I walk over and get a glass and go to fill it. "Ice?" I ask. He shakes his head.

Once filled, I give him the glass and go back to the stove. I have pancakes in the oven so they stay warm, and bacon on a pan quietly sizzling, but not burning.