A/N: HEY Y'ALL!! So I've only had 1 migraine in my life so far but, I just can't stop thinking about this idea that I came up with. I was planning on writing the last request I have left from someone but, I decided to write this one instead!! ENJOY!!!

Scott was sitting on the couch, which was normal for him on this Saturday night. He and his roommates  were just chatting about random things however, Scott was sitting alone on the couch because Mitch wasn't home yet. As Scott was thinking about that, Mitch walked into the house carrying tons of bags. 

"Hey Mitchy!!"

The blonde said, getting up and helping him with his bags. However, Mitch didn't greet him with a smile like the normally does, he looked upset. After helping him get the bags at the bottom of the stairs for him to take up later, they both sat on the couch. Right as they did that, Mitch laid his head on Scott's shoulder. 

"How was your shopping trip, Mitchy?"

Still no response 

At this point, Scott didn't really know what was up with Mitch. But, the roommates continued to talk until Mitch spoke up in a rather angry way. Lifting his head off of Scott's shoulder for a second and then putting it back down after he spoke. 

"Can you guys please hush?!"

Mitch yelled

"What's wrong, Mitchy?"

"My head is pounding, and their talking doesn't help."

"Oh."

The other boys went to their own rooms, not wanting Mitch to be upset. Sometimes Mitch can be snappy when he isn't feeling good, or when he is in pain. But, Scott understands that completely and just wants to help him feel better.

"What can I do for you, Mitchy?"

"Don't know, just hurts."

"Hmm....okay. What do you think is causing it? How long has it been since you've eaten?? That might've caused it, I've have hunger headaches before."

"I haven't eaten since breakfast."

"Then, that could be the reason. Why'd you skip lunch??"

"Scott, that doesn't matter...ow!!"

Mitch put his right hand on his forehead, and rubbed his temples 

"Oh, sorry, I'll order you some Postmates. What do you want?"

"Anything is fine, I just want it to stop hurting."

"I understand, I'll get you come Taco Bell. Okay?"

"Kay. C-Can you get me some meds or..something??"

"Yeah, just a second."

After pressing a few buttons on his phone, and hitting Deliver Scott went to find some type of pain pills for Mitch to take. He also, went to Mitch's room and grabbed his pillow and blanket. This wasn't easy for Scott, it was actually very hard to see his best friend like this. 

"Okay, I brought some things. A pillow, blanket, and your meds. Before you lay down, take the medication. Anything else you need, Mitchy??"

"Thanks. Oh, could you also turn off the lights?"

"Yeah." 

Mitch took his meds, and then Scott sat the pillow down. Once he was laying down, Scott coved him with the blanket. He also turned off the light, per Mitch's request. After he did that, you could hear a small and faint "Thank you" that came from the couch.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome, rest up until the food comes."

"I will."

Time Skip: 30 Minutes Later

The loud doorbell went off, causing Mitch to make a grunting sound as it made his headache even worse. Laying in the dark, on the couch, he could hear the door open and Scott's kind voice thanking the driver and shutting the door.

"Mitchy, the food is here."

A second grunting noise could be heard

"I'll just put it on a plate for you, and then turn on the lamp so it won't hurt your eyes. This looks really good, Mitchy. I should've ordered Taco Bell for all of us. Ready for the light?"

"Yeah, I guess, I can't eat in the dark."

The light comes on, and Scott helped Mitch sit up. Once he was up-right, Scott sat the plate right on his lap. Mitch quickly started to eat, hoping it would help him feel better. They didn't turn on the TV, and being on his phone was not even and option at this point.

Time Skip: 15 Minutes Later

Everything was seemingly fine, until it wasn't anymore. Mitch had just finished eating, and Scott was about to have him lay back down for awhile. However, the skin tone of Mitch's face started to go away, and he became so pale.

"Mitchy? You alright?? You are a little pale looking, to me."

Mitch shook his head

"You don't feel good?"

Mitch nodded

"Okay....what hurts?"

"M-M-My sto-mach."

Right as Mitch said that, he belched, his insides must've hit the eject button because Mitch started to violently throw up all over himself, and the blanket. At first Mitch was shocked that it even had happened, and you could tell b his face that he didn't have a warning. 

"Uh oh, Mitchy, um, wow that's a lot. I'll be right back, just a second."

The Taco Bell had suddenly made it's way back in the world, and as Scott was trying to help, he was also trying not to be sick himself. On the second floor, all the roommates heard the coughing and looked over balcony to see what on earth had happened. They saw Mitch sitting there, covered in vomit, almost in the dark and seconds later Scott ran over to him with a bucket plus a few towels. 

"Here's a bucket, yep, oh, you are gonna-"

Mitch started to throw up again, this time in the bucket

"Okay, it's okay, just, everything is okay."

Scott takes Mitch's shirt off, and the blanket, throwing both of those things into the wash. At this moment he's still throwing up into the bucket, since Mitch had just ate he was throwing up un-digested Taco Bell...well more like Taco Smell.

"I-I'm sorry, I d-d-didn't know it was going to happen."

"No, No, It's fine. I mean, it didn't really get on you but, do you wanna take a bath or something like that? You can use my bathtub, it has the jets in it."

"Yeah, I-I want to take a bath, please."

"Okay. Well, I'll go get it ready, and then I'll come get you. Sound Okay?"

"Y-Yep."

Time Skip: 1 Hour Later 

Mitch was currently laying in his own bed, wearing one of Scott's big T-Shirts, and he was cuddled up with Scott. If Alex were upset about this, he'd just have to get over it because Scott wasn't going to be moving any time soon. Mitch was pressing his head into Scott chest, trying to get the pain to go away. 

"Does your head still hurt, Mitchy?"

"Y-Yes."

Seconds after Mitch said that, you could hear whimpering, which then turned into crying. Scott wrapped his arms around Mitch, and he frowned.

"Mitchy, don't cry. It's okay."

"I-I-It just hurts."

Mitch opens his eyes, and he looks up sadly at Scott 

"Aww, honey. You want me to get some ice?"

"Y-Ye-Yeah."

"Okay, just a second."

Scott gets out of the bed, feeling semi bad that he has to leave Mitch all alone for a few seconds. But, he comes back with an ice pack, cuddles up with Mitch again, and puts it on his head. 

"Hopefully this will help, Mitchy."

"Maybe, hopefully, I just want the pain to be gone."

"Me too, it is so hard to see you like this."

Time Skip: 15 Minutes Later

It had been silent for a very long time, and Scott needed to know if it was either because Mitch was in too much pain to speak, or if something else was going on. He lifted the ice pack off of Mitch's forehead, and saw that his eyes were shut, he was asleep.

"Awee!! Night, night, Mitchy." 

A/N: That was SO CUTE....AWWE!!! Thanks for reading, this was a super sweet one for me to write!! So in the comments tell me what song is your fav from We Need A Little Christmas!! This holiday season won't include A Pentatonic Christmas show but....It'll be great!! BYE!!!