Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

Love Letter (Part 2)

Mitch heard Scott come back a couple of minutes later but didn't open his eyes in time to see what he brought with him. By the time he fluttered his lids open again, Scott had already set everything on the floor on the other side of Mitch's bed and crawled onto it, pressing his hand to Mitch's forehead again. He trailed his hand down to Mitch's neck and Mitch watched Scott in the dim light as he pressed two fingers against his throat, moving them around until he found what he was looking for.

"Oh god, those nodes. I'm so sorry, baby. They're so swollen, that much hurt so much."

Mitch just nodded, glad to finally have somebody's attention after being alone and miserable all day. "It does. My stomach hurts, too. I was so nauseous before I took my nap."

"Is it better now?"

"Yeah, a little."

"Anything else hurt?"

"Yeah, everything."

Scott tugged down the covers enough to reveal Mitch's stomach and kissed it over his tshirt, giving it a little pat before pulling the blanket up again. He patiently fed Mitch a few more spoonfuls of food until he didn't want to eat anymore, and he set the plate on the floor and out of Mitch's sight. He kissed him on the head for at least trying to finish and asked if he was ready for his presents, and was glad that Mitch shook his head yes. He was excited to show him everything he'd bought for him. Scott turned the lamp on and the room flooded with a soft, yellow light, finally letting the two boys actually see each other.

Mitch really did look pretty rough. His eyes were tired and irritated from crying on and off all day and his skin looked pale and feverish, his hair a sweaty mess. He looked weak and sad and Scott's heart dropped at the sight of him. Mitch almost cried again at how unfairly handsome Scott looked in his tank top and his styled hair and wished Scott would look away from him, knowing he was a mess. He wished he could get a hold over his emotions because as much as he wanted to, he was way too tired to cry again, especially over something as silly as the fact that Scott looked good while he didn't.

Scott picked up the hint that Mitch didn't want to be stated at and lugged the first bag from the floor, and it was a big one. He set it in his lap and started pulling out neatly folded clothes. "Here's the first part. It's not that exciting, but I realized you don't have a lot of comfy clothes to wear around home. You always end up wearing your nice stuff around the house so I got you some stuff from H&M." He pulled out a stack of six tshirts, all in different colors, four pairs of shorts and seven pairs of boxer briefs. "Do you like them? I know you probably don't need more underwear, but it's always nice to have some new ones. Feel the shorts, they're so soft."

Mitch reached over for a pair of shorts, rubbing the material between his fingers. "So comfy. Thank you, Scott. I love them."

"Do you wanna change into these? You've been cold-sweating in that tshirt all day, you'll feel better in fresh clothes."

Mitch frowned, raking his eyes over the colorful stack of simple, comfortable tshirts in front of him. "I want to, but I'm gonna make them all gross. I want to shower so bad."

"I know, baby, but it's not worth it. You can take a showervwhen you start feeling better, okay? Don't worry about getting these dirty, we'll wash them and they'll be good as new. They're not that nice anyway. Let me help you."

He helped an embarrassed Mitch out of his damp tshirt and boxers, helping him wiggle into his comfy new clothes without having to get out of bed. He pulled the covers back over his legs and gave Mitch a once-over. The skinny boy was propped up against the back of the bed with a pillow and wearing his new dark green tshirt and some white boxers, finally smiling a little at Scott as he brushed Mitch's hair back out of his face.