[CLOSED] turn it all around or throw it all away.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Whatever it's gonna take to make you better. You aren't gonna have to get better alone." He didn't want Jayson to know how hard it was, even if he had only been doing this for a few hours. It was hard. He had close to no one, short of Jayson.

"It's all going to be okay." He said, leaning up to kiss him gently. He traced his fingers over Jayson's jaw, kissing him a little deeper before he pulled away. He curled up in his chair again, a yawn passing his lips.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"I never said it wasn't..." He smiled just slightly. "You look like the one who needs to know it's gonna be okay...I'll help you try and remember things. Get better, okay? I just gotta get fuckin' out of here first." He smiled, meeting the kiss deep and slow, gripping his hand. "Love you."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada smiled, leaning over to kiss his forehead. "Love you too, Jayce." He said quietly, laying his head down on the bed again. He didn't want to think he needed anyone. He wanted to be able to do everything by his self. He had a feeling that's why he had never had a relationship; he was too proud, too strong to let his guard down and let anyone help him. It was harder for him to do than remember. He wanted to be able to do it on his own.

"If the power did go out, I think I got the party covered. I mean, my nickname is Vegas." He smiled, looking down at he floor as the rain came pouring down.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson laughed. "That it is," He agreed. "We would just have to lock the nurses out, they'd kill our fun." He grinned, yawning a bit and stretching. "Ugh, it's so boring here. At least at home we could cuddle. I want my damn crutches. Bet I could beat you in a wheelchair race." He stuck his tongue out tauntingly, getting more annoying as his boredom grew.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"No, we might need the nurses. I'd be tempted to do unspeakable things to you. And they would have to hold me back. I can't be alone in the dark with your sexy body." He said, his eyes tracing the tiles on the floor.

"I'd let you win because we totally don't need two wrecks in one night. You're already pretty banged up." He said, standing up to give him a kiss. He kissed him slowly, his tongue trailing over Jayson's before he pulled away.

"You can always watch TV or something. I don't know what's on the TV at this time, but it couldn't be more interesting than an infomercial for bras right?" He smiled, sitting down carefully.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson met the kiss tenderly, tongue brushing Nevada's lip. "Yeah..that might not be so good." He let go of his hand for a moment to rub at his aching wrist, then took it back with a smirk.

"Maybe, or I could stare at sexy you instead." He smiled gently, playing with Nevada's fingers. "I'd say we could sleep..but you don't look very comfortable.. I'm sorry, I shouldn't keep you here all night."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"I really don't think you have a choice in the matter, mister." Nevada said in a sassy voice. He moved so he was at least a little comfortable, his legs tucked under him as he leaned over, his head laying on his crossed arms on Jayson's bed. He just wanted to be close to him. Even if he wasn't touching him. He yawned, moving a bit before he closed his eyes.

"This is as close to cuddling as we can get. But it'll do." He said, then yawned again. He reached over, resting one of his hands on Jayson's arm. He looked up at him, couldn't help thinking just how cute he really was.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson smiled, reaching over to run his fingers lazily through Nevada's hair. "That's okay, 'long as you're here and I can see you." He scooted down a bit, kissing his forehead, and yawned again. "I'm perfectly fine, I dunno why they gotta keep me..Cory better get me outta here before my parents wake up or something. I don't wanna get screamed at again."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada closed his eyes as Jayson ran his fingers through his hair. He yawned again. "I'm sure he's trying. I mean, I could always come up with some excuse why you just /have/ to come home, but I doubt it would work. I'm not feeling very clever. And I doubt I'm normally nothing more than a horny mess."

He realized how strange it sounded to talk about himself like that. He wondered if he would ever remember who he really was, or if he would keep being this.. mess of a person. He was honestly more scared that he would lose Jayson because he wasn't the same person than he was that he would ever get himself back.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Don't doubt yourself, baby," He mumbled. "You're you no matter what, and I love you no matter what okay?" He tilted his head, kissing him soft and slow.
The door opened and he looked up at Cory and the nurse. "I just have to check your vitals and if your pelvis is looking okay we'll let you go."
He sat up a bit, pulling the blankets lower for her. He had changed into briefs because they rode lower, his hips wrapped in gauze, the area raised where they had surgically drilled metal pins so the bone go grown back together.

"In two weeks we need you to come in for another look. Your ribs will heal on their own, as will your wrist. Make sure to keep the pins here clean and wrapped." She made him arch his hips to unwrap them and check the pins drilled into the left side of his pelvic bone. He grimaced as she rewrapped it and undid his cords and oxygen.
"Alright, all clear."