"Please, just once. Just for once, let me see him."

A slight commotion outside his room woke Travis up from his uncomfortable slumber and hearing the familiar voice sent chills down his spine. He could hear the doctor as well, trying to stop him, but he wasn't sure how long he could.

"No, Mr Ellman, please understand the seriousness of the situation. Mr Meyers just met a severe accident and it's best that we let him rest. He would definitely not like any disturbances. Please."

"Just once. I won't say or do anything to disturb him. Please, please just once."

Why did he sound so concerned? Shouldn't he be happy? And why was he here? How did he know he had a car accident? Why was  he here? Is he here to beat him again? Travis pondered over a  thousand possible scenarios that might've happened as to why Scar was doing in the hospital.

A sigh was heard, followed by the doctor's voice. "Fine. If you're insisting this much, you can." His voice was doubtful as he continued. "But do not disturb him, he's not in a good condition."

"Of course."

"Room no. 402, the one behind you."

"Thanks."

It went silent after that. That meant only one thing, Scar was coming inside. Quickly, Travis closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He heard a soft click, before the door was opened carefully not to make too much noise. Light footsteps echoed on the tiled floor as the taller boy  inched closer to him.

"Ah, gotta put up a show. Or that glasses dude won't let me in." He chuckled. "Well, it's just sad, Meyers. Don't tell me I have to wait for three long months to play with you again. That's nearly ninety days, 2160 hours and around seven million seconds. Shit, I don't think I'd be able to hold back for that long. And you'd be missing my punches won't you? Guess I'd drop by every now and then to give you a warm greeting." Scar went on. Travis could almost hear the evident smirk creeping up his face, at his misery.

Good to know you can do math, Travis wanted to say. But of course, he couldn't—even if he didn't pretend to be asleep. And he'd like anything, rather than Scar visiting him when he's literally immobile.

"Oh well, then that's settled. I'll visit you everyday. Excited, Meyers?" He talked to himself, as he looked at an assumably sleeping Travis.

His eyes observed the boy, as he pretended to sleep. Suddenly, his sharp eyes caught sight of a picked of something white sticking out of his fingers.

"Hmmn? What do we have here?" He muttered as his hand descended on his small fingers, wrapped around a piece of paper.

Shit. Holy fucking shit. His mind screamed to just turn away, not let Scar vet hold of the crumpled paper, but he was afraid, that if he did even the slightest of movements, Scar would definitely understand that he's not actually asleep.

A rough, calloused hand wrapped around his small one, leaving tingles in his wake. And Travis hated himself for that, hated himself for still feeling this way towards him, after all that he did to him.

"Oh it's that again. Seriously, Meyers, you know I don't give two fucks if you write me curses. I don't understand why you insist on doing it. Just give up. You can't just write curses everytime you feel bad. You can curse at me, you know, rather than writing it on a paper. Oh right, I forgot. You're a dumb shit. Well, no helping then. But just so you know, these are gonna end up in the trash can eventually." He laughed, and Travis felt his eyes stinging, tears threatening to fall any second now. But that would ruin this pretending-to-be asleep act, and he can't just let that happen.

It's not his fault that he can't speak. It's not as if he hasn't tried. It's just that when he tried, nothing came out. Scar doesn't know what he went through when he first knew about his inability to speak. He was devastated to say the least. He cried, tried to scream, only to leave him choking on his own voice, yet only silence welcomed him. It was as if he was living a dead life, not being able to speak, but yet, yet he consoled himself, and went back to school. Only to be bullied by this boy, for not being able to speak.

He wondered if something happened to Scar, when a long pause followed his discovery of the paper. Surely he didn't see the three words on the extreme corner. There's no way he would, because Scar Ellman would never pay any attention to anything which involved Travis Meyers. It had been that way, it is that way and it'll always, be that way.

"We-Well then. I-I gotta leave n-now. I-I'll c-come back t-tomorrow." Scar whispered after a while, as if he's struggling with something. He heard the crumpling of the paper, and then the footsteps going away from him, gradually fading away.

Travis left a long breath he didn't know he was holding, opening his eyes.

Did Scar Ellman just stutter? Why? Was it just his imagination? Why did he leave like that? Without even doing anything? Why? Would Scar really come back tomorrow?

Travis replayed the recent occurrence in his head. He had the questions, without their answers as he tried to come to a possible explanation to Scar acting the way he just did. But nothing.

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Scar plopped down on his bed, pulling his pillow closer to his chest. He clutched his shirt, and he could feel his heart beating at a dangerously fast pace. It was almost as if it would explode. He didn't know what he was feeling, or what to feel for that matter.

Well, what was he supposed to feel after seeing those three words, which were most definitely directed towards him? After these years of bullying Travis, and hating each other, why now? Did Travis always felt this way towards him? Is that why he always looked at him with an emotion that he didn't understand then? Has it always been this way? Had he always accepted his beating, while feeling this way?

He felt a new yet strange sensation of guilt crawling up his skin. He didn't know how to explain the feeling, because there's no way in hell, Scar Ellman is feeling guilty of all emotions out there. But he did. He felt, that maybe, maybe things would've been different if he noticed the way Travis felt.

Right now, he had to confirm his eyes. If what he saw at the hospital is really true, he had to do something about it.

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next chapter is gong to be good, i promise :'3

and thanks to AlidarJarok making me think that
maybe i don't write that bad and thanks for supporting this story!