Dedicated to Superfruit_IsLife !!!

This one-shot is based on an evil idea that has been on my mind for months on end.;)

This is in the Incurable universe so Scott and Mitch will still have their disorders.

ANYWAY

ON WITH THE STORY!!!

WARNING: seizure

( Imagine 2011 Scott and Mitch while reading this.^_^)

Mitch's first distinct memory was meeting a doctor.

A doctor that talked to his mommy and daddy for a very long time, their eyebrows furrowed with worry as the doctor spoke. Mitch was playing with a Barbie, Nel's soft hand on his back the entire time. He could remember the exact words the doctor so as that day:

"I'm sorry, Mike and Nel. Mitchell has Angelman Syndrome."

Of course, Mike and Nel had no idea what that even was. They knew that it took almost two years until Mitch started walking and that he hasn't said even one coherent word yet, but they just thought he was developmentally slow. They didn't know it was that serious.

That is...until he had his first seizure.

He was six years old and playing on the playground when it happened.

It was his turn on the slide and the next thing he knew, he was in an ambulance. He was confused, not understanding what was going on. What happened? He didn't know what happened until Nel told him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Your mind is very different from everybody else's. Sometimes, it'll loose control and make you move around a lot. When that happens, I want you to know that Mommy will be there to help you out of it."

Mitch was scared.

His body sometimes moved without him knowing and he couldn't control it. He had the seizures almost every week, his mom by his side every time. When he got out, his mom was there to comfort him.

When he moved to rehab, he was scared about being alone.

Until Scott came along.

~~~

"Scotty!"

Scott looked up, smiling softly at the sweet little boy in front of him. Mitch was jumping up and down, giggling softly.

"Hi, I missed you! You were asleep a long time."

"Sorry," Scott murmured, Mitch's small arms wrapping around his waist. Mitch breathed happily, looking up at his best friend with a big smile on his face.

"I didn't have any seizures this week! My mind must be very happy!"

Scott nodded, trying his best not to frown. He always there to help Mitch after he had one of his seizures, making sure that he was okay and happy. He was never not there after a seizure.

"Tell me I'm pretty, please?" Mitch asked, winking a bit. Scott nodded, smiling softly.

"Gorgeous."

Mitch giggled, blushing a bit as a nurse came in. The nurse smiled at the friends, clearing his throat. Mitch looked up, gasping happily as he skipped over to the nurse.

"Hi, Sam! I missed you! Where were you?! How's your mommy?!"

"Mitch," Scott whispered, waking over to the hyper boy. Sam smiled weakly, trying his best not to cry. He lost his mom last week.

"What? I just want to know how Sam's mommy is!"

"She's...happier," Sam answered, bringing a smile to Mitch's face. Sam looked over at Scott, his face serious now. "Scott, your therapist wants to see you now. Something about a new medication. It's important."

Scott smiled, kissing Mitch's temple sweetly. Mitch smiled too, hugging Scott as tightly as his little arms allowed him to. Scott walked off, Sam by his side as Mitch waved obnoxiously.

"Bye, Scotty! I'll miss you! I love you!"

Scott went around the corner, leaving Mitch by himself. Mitch was about to sit down and read a book Nel gave him when it began.

"No," Mitch whimpered out, falling onto his knees. His head hit the edge of his bed roughly, knowing that there was no way he could fight it off now.

His body began to seize, his eyes empty as he shook out of control. He was on his side, his tongue hanging out and slobber dropping down his cheek. A wet spot grew in the front of his pants, the smell of pee infiltrating the room. Mitch hated it when he peed when having the 'attacks'. He was always so embarrassed afterwards, but his mommy, daddy, and Scott reassured him that it was okay. He didn't have any control over body when he had the attacks.

He still hated it though.

About five minutes later, he stopped seizing, immediately gasping for air. His mind was confused, cloudy. Why did his head hurt so bad? After a minute or so, his mind was clear. He sat up and was about to call Scott when he realized that the boy was nowhere to be found.

"Scotty? Sco-"

Another seizure, this time smaller, was beginning. Mitch was crying silently, wanting nothing more than for the boy he loved to be here.

"Scott!"

And he just let the seizure take over his body, a tear rolling down his cheek as he waited for Scott.

Who always promised to be there to comfort him when he went out of a seizure.

~~~

Scott sighed to himself, the aftertaste of his new medicine lingering in his mouth. He hated his new medicine (mostly because it was a higher dose and he would be able to leave earlier while Mitch had to stay behind), but anything to get better.

Right?

Scott walked to his room, surprised not to hear any songs playing. Mitch always blasted songs from their radio, the loud music of Raffi or Beyoncé playing. He rose a transparent eyebrow, wondering what was going on.

"Babe?" Scott asked quietly, opening the door slowly. He dropped his jaw open, ignoring the smell of pee while running over to Mitch's seizing body. "Mitch!"

Scott teared up, wanting nothing more than to hold the poor boy. Instead, he just sat by Mitch's head, watching through teary eyes at the terrible sight. After two minutes, Mitch was finally done. Scott held him tightly, giving Mitch butterfly kisses all around his jaw. Mitch was breathing heavily, trying his best to recognize his surroundings. Scott's soft eyelashes slowly brought him back, his whimpers making the blond switch from butterfly kisses to Eskimo kisses. Mitch looked at Scott through teary eyes, sobbing quietly.

"You weren't here. I thought I was going to die. You weren't here."

"Here now," Scott whispered, holding Mitch tightly. "Never leaving you again."

Mitch nodded, the tears on his cheeks staining Scott's shirt. He looked down at his jeans, blushing as he saw the big wet spot. He looked at Scott once more, his entire face red.

"I'm sorry I peed my pants."

Scott shook his head, standing up with Mitch still in his arms. He opened his drawer, getting out clean underwear and sweatpants. Mitch smiled weakly, taking the clean garments from his best friend.

"Thank you for not making fun of me when I pee my pants. Everybody always did that when I had seizures at my school. Mommy and Daddy always made it better though. And you do the same. I love you."

Scott smiled, kissing Mitch on the top of his short hair. He would do anything for this boy.

"I love you too."

Anything.

Even if that meant staying here as long as Mitch does.

A/N: This is one of my most favorite things that I ever wrote. I imagined this after the chapter were Mitch had a seizure and Scott helped him afterwards. I thought...what would happened if Scott wasn't there for Mitch one time? Sooo...I thought this.:) Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed this one-shot and remember that I love you all.:)

-Maddie🐶💕🎤