Deteriorate

Good Day.

A/N: LOOK UP RAPPIN FOR JESUS IM BEGGING U

Update: gave blood today at school for the blood drive and I blacked out in the hallway and in class because I have O blood and they decided to take a lot then someone passed out in chorus fun

Update: never give blood

Update: eggs bacon grits I need to update

Mitch

"I'm just telling you now, we will not take part in any performances that you guys plan if it interferes with treatment."

"Fine. That's your choice. I've got a call on the other line."

I slam down my phone.

"Mitchie?"

I walk into the living room.

"Come sit with me. I miss you."

I sit next to him under the blanket. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. I'm just tired. I'm not hurting or anything."

"That's good." I say and cuddle up next to him.

I feel his hand grasp mine.

I rub circles in his hand until he falls asleep.

I kiss his head and go to the kitchen to finish making the soup.

I fix myself a bowl and leave the rest on the stove.

I look at Scott's pained expression and feel my heart sink.

I look at my phone calendar and see that we have an interview tomorrow.

Hopefully he'll be up for it.

I hear a gasp and run into the living room.

"I'm sorry I scared you I just jerked awake."

I kiss his head. "Don't apologize, I just got a call about tomorrow anyway. We have an interview."

He nods. "Okay."

"Are you up for it?"

He laces his fingers with mine. "I feel fine, I promise. Don't worry about me."

"I gotta worry. It's my job." I say and tap his nose.

"I would tell you if I wasn't up for it, I promise."

"Okay... Do you want some soup?"

He nods.

I go get him a bowl of soup and come back into the living room.

"Thank you Michelle."

"You're welcome."

We eat our soup silently for a little bit.

"I'm proud of you."

I set down my bowl. "Por qué?"

"For taking care of me. I know you're tired."

"No, I'm not tired. I know you're tired. I love being around you and now I just get to see you even more."

He smiles. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

**

I feel good today.

I scroll through Twitter in the front seat of the car.

"I hope this interview is fun."

"If they ask the same questions they always ask I'm leaving." I say.