Mitch's POV

It felt like forever before I finally stopped crying, although I felt like my heart was about to erupt out of my chest it hurt so much. I heard some music going on in Scott's music room, but I was too upset to really pay attention to it. He was almost always in there when he was upset. Maybe he was feeling as bad as I was. He should feel bad, I told myself. He yelled at me for no reason and got mad at me when I was trying to help. Yet, as those thoughts crossed my mind, they didn't help. In fact it made me feel worse. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. Probably not. I should know better by now, but of course I don't. I'm so stupid. Scott's right. I am naive.

I couldn't move. It was like I was stuck on the couch. Wyatt came and went. Every once and a while, he would come back in, almost like he was checking on me. God, I love that cat. He's the only boy I need in my life. The only boy I'll need forever. I smiled at my hairless cat, when he rubbed on my leg, neddy for attention.

"Just like his mama, he loves attention and love." I said, picking him up and petting him lovingly. "But unlike his mama, he choses the right people to do that. I seem to always chose the wrong people." Wyatt just looked at me and rubbed his face against my chin lovingly. "You are such a sweet kitty."

I giggled when he put his nose on mine. It was like our little thing. He always did it to me. Never to Scott. Just me. I think it means he loves me, but maybe it's not. I chose to think that it is, but it could mean something completely different. Either way, I love this cat to the ends of the Earth, no matter how much he can annoy me.

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Scott came out a couple hours later. I wonder if he fell asleep in there. He probably did, knowing him. Now me, I was dead on the couch. I wasn't moving. I couldn't move. My ribs were killing me and my heart felt like it was breaking loin by loin, piece by piece. I couldn't repair myself. I couldn't find it in my heart to even try. So I just continued to lie there, looking at the wall aimlessly.

I heard a knock on the door, making Scott sigh and open the door. As he did so, I had a chance to get a good look at him. He didn't look any better then I felt. His hair was a mess, his face was pale-the only exception being his eyes, which were red and puffy- and he looked as if he has just woke up, looking groggy and in need of coffee. Yet, after all of this, he was still freaking handsome. Not even hurt could take that away from him. He was a messy kind of sexy, but it worked for him. God. He never ceases to amaze me at how he almost always looks amazing, no matter the instince or circumstance.

Scott opened the door and we found the doctor from before. With everything that had happened today, we had competely forgot about the doctor coming over. Him and I looked at each other as he walked in. Neither of us were in real good shape, but it was for the best. He needed to look at me and tell me if I was alright.

"Alright Mitch, listen. I'm going to have to take those bandages off and I'm not going to lie. It's gonna hurt like hell, but I have to do it so I can feel your ribs. I apologize in advance. I hate to see you in pain. It's awful, but I have to do it. Do you understand?" He asked, as he bent down in front of me.

"Of course." I nodded, sighing.

"Doctor, is it alright if Mitch holds my hand while your doing this? It'll give him something to squeeze while dealing with the pain." Scott asked the doctor, his voice rough and course, although it sounded totally sexy for him.

"Of course you can. Would you mind showing me where the bathroom is first? Being in a car for an hour really does make you have you use to bathroom." The doctor asked Scott kindly.

"Yeah. Go upstairs and it's the first door on your right." Scott nodded, pointing upstairs.

"Alright, thanks. I will only take one moment." The doctor nodded, before running upstairs.

"Interesting, he is." Scott mused, pulling up a chair so he could sit beside me and grabbing a chair for the doctor in front of me.

He carefully grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. Now this... this felt normal. THIS felt safe. Like home. I looked over at Scott, wanting to kiss him so bad, but not having the will to do it. Almost as if he read my mind, Scott bent down and pressed his lips on mine gently, making me smile. He always knew just what to do at just the right time.

"I love you." Scott whispered, his lips still on mine. "We'll talk in a little while."

I nodded, then he moved. Right as he did so, the doctor came down.

"Alright, now, this is going to hurt. I am so sorry." The doctor said, as he lifted up my shirt.

It hurt like a bitch honestly, I was screaming and slurring the curse words like a drunk sailor, squeezing Scott's hand to a pulp. Scott just rubbed his thumb over my knuckles and very lightly sang some songs, obviously trying to calm me. Wyatt came over once, looking at me oddly, before walking away like the diva he was. Just like his mama.

The doctor concluded that while my ribs would still heal, it would take longer then originally diagnosed. Great. He gave us some more medicine for the pain in my ribs, re-wrapped my stomach and chest, then left, apologizing again for the pain he had caused. I don't know if I said it was alright because I meant it or because I wanted him to get out of there. Either way, after that, he left, leaving Scott and I alone in our living. I had just took my medicine, so I knew I would be falling asleep soon.

I looked over at Scott, who was already looking at me, except he was smiling. Why was he smiling? He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and whispered in my ear very quietly.

"I love you. I'm very proud of you." Scott whispered. "Now sleep my love. You deserve it."

And so I did. I eventually fell asleep to Scott singing Find You by Zedd, one of the first songs I ever sang to him.

XXX

Scott and I are different. He's loud and roudy, I'm soft and gentle. Yet, when we're together, we make a wonderful team. Now, we may not always get along, but I think that's what makes us so amazing. That is the end, no matter how bad a fight or argument may get, in the end, WE chose to fall asleep next to each other in one bed. WE chose to wake up to each other every morning. It was I who chose him and him who chose I. Fate brought us together. We just straightened up the details. WE choose each other everyday. I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't think he would either.