Mitch woke up, and immediately looked to Scott, who was cringing at a sudden pain in his shoulder. "Fuck 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. Scott sighed. "Just let me do one thing." "Sir, The Alpha's orders were-"