Mitch woke up, and immediately looked to Scott, who was cringing at a sudden pain in his shoulder. "f**k me." He grumbled. Mitch sat up and looked directly at Scott. "What can I do for you?" Scott just shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm fine." Mitch jumped up and stood in front of Scott with a hand out. "Don't get up. I'll get whatever you need." Scott shook his head again and stood anyway. A hot flash of pain shot from his ankle up his leg, and that had him sitting down again. "God damn it!" Mitch flinched at the tone. "Sir, I tried to warn you. You're just going to make it worse." Scott ran his hands over his face. "Fuck.. Mitch. I can't keep sitting here. I have to do something useful." "Sir, you haven't even been here that long. All you did was sleep." Mitch explained.
