FLUFF BETWEEN MARVIN AND SCOTT, I BEG YOU
"Tabby! You scared me," Scott laughed a bit, hugging him tight, tears soaking the hospital gown. "You scared me so much," he mumbled into the fabric. "I'm okay, Doc," he chuckled in response, checking the date. It was far past Christmas now. He sighed and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I'm okay, promise." As the words escaped, so too did a black smoke. His eyes widened, and as he tried to speak, he choked on his words, coughing up more smoke.
"I thought I'd lost you," the voice echoed, faint. He felt hands grip his throat, familiar icy blue eyes glaring back at him with that nasty grin. "I'm so glad to have you back again," Jack's voice seethed, blood dripping down his chin with each word. Marvin was defenseless, he could hardly breathe with all the smoke. He felt the nails dig into the flesh of his trachea and everything turned black.
Marvin squeezed his hand tight. Scott's eyes pricked with tears. "Please wake up Ma- mu...Jeremy. Please...Please wake up," he mumbled.
