Deteriorate

Weak.

A/N: I literally made straight B's even in chorus so I'm not getting into college so I guess I'll keep writing fanfic.

Scott

I don't want to do this anymore.

I only have one more treatment.

One more treatment and then I'll hopefully be done for good.

My head is feeling a lot better, which is good, I guess.

I got the stitches and staples out, which makes it easier to sleep.

Mitch is coming to my treatment with me today.

"Cheer up, babe! It's your last treatment!"

I smile. "I know."

"We can take lots of pictures and post them on all of our social medias! It'll be fun."

"Ah, yes, getting lasers in my brain is fun."

He pushes me. "Jerk."

I push him back and get out of the car.

"Love you lots!"

"Yeah, yeah... Does that mean we can go on a date?"

He shrugs. "If you feel alright."

We walk into the hospital and go to the cancer floor for (hopefully) the last time.

"You ready?" He says and squeezes my hand.

I nod. "More than ready."

We walk into the room, which is decorated with balloons and banners.

"It's your last treatment!" A nurse says.

It's hard going from hospital to hospital not knowing what to expect.

A group of nurses joins in the celebration.

I smile and sit down in the chair.

The machine is placed over me like normal.

"I know you're excited because I bet it's hard traveling like you do." A nurse says while getting my stuff ready.

I nod. "It's pretty hard."

"Is this your..." She says, motioning to Mitch.

"Uh... Boyfriend." Mitch answers.

What.

WhAT.

ARE WE OFFICIAL?

"Oh! You guys are cute together. Alright, we're ready to get started. Here's a trash can and the TV remote is right here. Call me if you need anything!"

The nurse leaves.

"One question?"

"Yeah?" Mitch says, staring into his phone.

"When did we become official?"

He turns his head. "What?"