Black And White

Sixty One

Mitch ran his hand through Scott's hair, sighing loudly. 

Avi was seated in a chair beside Mitch. helping him eat the food he'd gotten. "Somethin' wrong?"

Mitch shook his head a little. "I just don't like when he freaks himself out like this... I can't believe he got rid of the Lambo."

"I know... He was on the verge of crying the whole time, and... I think that's why he wanted me to go with him."

Mitch shook his head again, slower this time. "I just don't believe it... He'd do anything for that stupid car."

"Maybe... When you get better, he can get another one."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Avi stopped chewing, setting his food down as well as Mitch's. "I forgot... You probably don't know... Uh. The car that hit you..."

"Yeah..? Just spit it out, I'm not taking offense to anything."

"No, it's... Well, okay. It was a black and white car. And... I could see it on his face. When he looked at his own car, it made him want to cry every time. Couldn't be his favorite anymore."

"I... Oh God, it's my fault?"

"No, no, of course it isn't. It's just... What it is, I guess. Nothing either of you could do."

Mitch ran his hand through Scott's hair again, Scott now completely asleep on his arm. "Poor baby... I feel so bad..."

"Don't feel bad. It's okay. He can get another one at some point in his life."

Scott groaned a little as he turned his head to look up at Mitch, reaching his hand up to place it at the center of Mitch's chest. "What are you guys..?"

Mitch hushed him quietly, kissing his forehead. "Nothing, baby. You can sleep some more if you want."

Avi nodded once. "We don't have to get back for another hour or so."

Scott tried to force his eyes open, his hand rubbing one of them. "No, it's okay."

Avi's phone went off suddenly, and he frowned. He grabbed it, only to set it on the table without looking.

Mitch glanced at him. "Not gonna check?"

"Nah. Not important. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. Doesn't hurt as much as yesterday."

"Oh that's good. Looks like the cuts and bruises are healing up, which is also good."

Mitch nodded. "Gonna be real pretty real quick."

Scott groaned at him, looking up again. "Oh stop."

Mitch looked over, and giggled, bringing his free hand up to pinch at the skin under his chin. "I hate looking down at you because then you can see--"

"Oh my God, whatever. You do not have that."

Mitch poked at his neck a little more. "It's subtle, but it's there."

"No it isn't. Stop it." Scott reached up to run his hand along Mitch's neck. "Nothing. I feel nothing."

Mitch giggled, his feather-light touch making him feel ticklish. "Stop, you're making me blush."

Scott only smiled, pressing a kiss to the lower part of Mitch's neck. "You're so cute." And then he looked toward Avi, who was staring at them fondly. "Do you have more chicken wings? Those looked good."

When Avi moved to find the box, Mitch looked over at him too. "Can I be a needy piece of trash for a second?"

Avi chuckled a little. "Yeah of course. Did you want some too? I think there's only a few left."

"No, it's--"

"Mitchie can have them." Scott interrupted.

"You dummy, that's not what I'm asking! I was just wondering if tomorrow you guys could bring Alex too..? I wanna be with all of you at the same time."

Scott only looked at Avi for the answer, and Avi looked back at him.

Mitch spoke again. "Avi, I know you guys are upset with each other, but... Please? I want you guys to be okay again..."

"I'll think about it."

"One more thing?" Mitch asked softly.

Scott hummed. "Anything."

"Can you guys bring tacos..?"

*

Scott decided he couldn't take it anymore, and he ditched school completely the next day to hang out with Mitch instead.

It was Mitch's official last day in the hospital, and Scott couldn't stand not being there with him.

He also figured he could hear all the things the doctors said to make sure he could help as much as he could once Mitch is out of the hospital.

Scott walked in with three different bouquets of flowers; white, pink and red roses. In his other hand he held a box of tacos that he'd gotten as well.

Mitch was sitting up on his bed, one of the nurses wrapping up his ribs with white gauze. He hissed once, and the nurse apologized.

Scott walked in with a wide smile, but didn't speak at all so he didn't interrupt.

Mitch looked up at him, grinning the moment their eyes met. "Oh, honey..."

Scott walked into the room, setting the objects he had down on one of the tables except for the red roses.

The nurse smiled at him. "I'll just be one moment, Mr. Hoying."

Scott just shrugged. "Take your time." A pause. "Wait, how do you know my name?"

"Oh, Mitchell talks about you all the time."

Mitch blushed a little. "Tasha..."

"Ooh, I'm sorry. Didn't know that was a secret." She stood back up, tapping Mitch's shoulder once. "You're all good for today."

Scott walked over to help Mitch get comfortable on the bed, before gently laying the roses across Mitch's thighs. "Are you feeling okay?"

Mitch nodded slowly. "Baby, you should be at school. What are you doing here?"

"I didn't want you to spend your last day alone... I brought your tacos."

Mitch sighed loudly. "You're impossible... Can I see the pink ones?"

Scott turned to get them, but the nurse was already on it, passing them along to Mitch.

She gave Scott a smile. "His doctor will be in around 3, and that is when we'll find out how long he'll need to stay this evening."

Scott nodded quickly. "Okay. Thank you for helping him these past few days... I tried to be here as much as I could."

"Oh of course! He's such a sweetheart, it wasn't a problem at all. I'm just glad he's got people like you looking out for him."

Scott grinned, and looked off to Mitch, who waved him over.

Mitch then giggled a little. "Where on earth did you find pink flowers?"

*