Mitch had his surgery almost three weeks ago, and he was sent home on Monday this week.
Luckily for Occhi, she doesn't have to retire early, because she was specially trained as a guide dog and as an emotional support dog for Mitch when he got her. She calms Mitch down if he has a PTSD or panic episode.
Mitch is currently at his house with Nel, as he's not supposed to go back to school yet.
"Scott and Rick are coming for dinner, Mitch."
"Yay! I miss them. What time?"
"That's so long from now." Mitch whines, flopping onto the couch.
"It's 2:30 right now, it's only three and a half hours."
"Three and a half hours too long. I haven't seen my best friend in almost a week."
"You saw him on Saturday."
"Yeah, today is Friday, Mom."
"Oh, shit, you're right. I forgot, I've been home with you all week."
"Ooh, can I go watch Scott's baseball practice at 3:00? We've been together for over two years, and I've never been able to see him play."
"Sure, but as soon as your head starts to hurt, I want you to go inside for a bit."
"I could just wear sunglasses outside."
"Don't push yourself. And bring Occhi, please."
"I will. I'm gonna go get dressed."
By the time that Mitch is done getting ready, it's 2:47. He gets Occhi ready, and Nel drives them to the baseball field, which is only a five minute drive.
"Call me if anything happens."
"I will, Mom."
"Love you, too." Mitch gets out of the car and goes over to the bleachers. Scott is talking to some of his friends when he catches a glance of Mitch. He walks over to him, smiling widely.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" Scott pecks Mitch's lips and gives him a quick hug.
"I wanted to see you play. Plus, I missed you."
"I missed you, too. You look very cute."
"I'm wearing my own sweatshirt for once."
"Took you two years."
"Shouldn't you be practicing?"
"I still have seven minutes."
"I don't wanna get you in trouble."
"Baby, I'm not going to get in trou--"
"Hoying!" Scott's coach interrupts. Scott groans and pecks Mitch's lips before going back to the field.
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Scott and Mitch are just like every other teenager: They go out, they study and get good grades, they're in clubs, and they're dating. They do almost everything you would expect the average teenager to do, but something is different about one of the...