Scott was grabbing a few snacks off the shelves when he felt Mitch's vice grip around his bicep. He turned to him with furrowed eyebrows, and set everything down when he saw Mitch's eyes squeezed shut. "Are you okay, baby?" Mitch nodded. "The smell is stronger out here.." He squeezed Scott's arm so hard, Scott was sure it would bruise. But he didn't say anything. He grabbed a few boxes, and handed them to Mitch. "Take these to the room and don't come back. It's better for you in there." Mitch nodded and turned to go, but froze when he heard someone knock on the cabin's front door. Scott's head whipped to the side to stare at the door. He started walking towards it. "Go, Mitchell." Mitch scurried down the hall and set the food down before looking directly at Avi. "Someone's here. At the fro
