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Sick Day

"Scott!" Mitch yelled as he coughed profusely. Scott swung the door open as he ran into the room. "What's wrong?" He questioned Mitch looking as he flushed cheeks and his clammy skin. "Scotty, I'm sick." Mitch whined as he rubbed his already red nose. "Awww. Mitchie, I'm sorry your sick. Let me take you temperature babe." Scott said feeling Mitch's warm forehead. He ran to get it as Mitch continued to cough, making Scott concerned.

"Okay, I'm here." Scott said, putting the thermometer into Mitch's mouth. He ran his across Mitch's cheek, trying to calm him. Mitch leaned into Scott's soft touch which cooled his warm skin a little. The thermometer beeped, signaling it found a temperature. Scott pulled it out of his mouth and looked at it. It read 101.2. "Mitchie, you definitely have a fever." Scott said and Mitch frowned. "Don't worry, I'll go get you some chicken soup." Scott smiled and went to the kitchen. He got Mitch's favorite mug and filled with ice cold water while the soup heated up. Once he was done, he hurried up to Mitch, delivering his food.

"Thanks, Scotty." "No problem, Mitchie." Scott said as he sat down and brushed his fingers through Mitch's fringe. He leaned in to give Mitch a kiss, but before he could, Mitch sneezed loudly which scared Scott so badly it made him fall off of the bed. As Scott got up, he heard Mitch laughing so hard he was snorting. "Ha ha. Very funny." Scott said sarcastically but was happy due to the smile on his face. "I'm sorry. That was amazing." Mitch spoke as his laughing subsided. "Eat and try to get some rest, Mitchie." He said actually kissing Mitch's forehead and heading downstairs.