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I’ll be home for Christmas

a Mitchell/Anders drabble 

Mitchell prepares to spend another Christmas Eve alone…

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Christmas did not prevent people from getting sick. On the contrary, the hospital expected to see an unusual amount of patients on that night, suffering from diverse conditions, from food poisoning to ethylic coma. The members of the staff who were forced to work on Christmas Eve usually spent their shift mopping and complaining, but not Mitchell. For him, it was a day like any other. He lived alone, didn’t have a family anymore and nobody to celebrate with.  He had gotten a text from his friend Tyrone who invited him for a pint, but his colleague Becca had begged Mitchell on her knees for him to cover her shift, and he accepted, knowing that he could go out with Ty any other week of the year.

As he cleaned the men’s restroom on the third floor, Mitchell wondered if Ty had invited Anders as well. When Ty learned that Mitchell was single, he had told him about his older brother Anders. It wasn’t the first time one of his friends was trying to play matchmaker. Hence, Mitchell had not given it much thoughts, not until Ty introduced him to the handsome specimen a few months ago. 

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