Unforgiven

Chapter 4
Not Alone


Inside the bedroom that belonged to Fayin, Rhyse did his best to work his pants open with his ruined hand in splints so that he could wiggle out of them. It was a small and private hell that had the dark haired male biting his lip to curb the want to call out to Fayin for a bit of help or curse as his fingers throbbed with the pulse of his heart. Gasping when the button gave way, Rhyse groaned and shuddered, relieved and quickly shrugged out of them, when they were down and off, he kicked them up against the wall in vengeful spite. Christ, his hand was really starting to really hurt to the point that he needed to sit down so he could suck in his breath and slow his heart rate.

Panting low, the dark haired male eyed up Fayin's room, looking for a place that was not the bed to sit. But there wasn't much he wanted to sit on other then the bed. Well, damn, he though with a groan as he sunk down onto the cool bedspread, his dark gaze going to his ruined hand and splinted hand, staring at the bruises that spiraled over the top of his hand. It hurt to move it, think about it, worse, the fingers were swelling, still, black and blue all over and throbbing to the point that he wanted to be ill and just lay down. A little shiver crept up and along his spine as he sat there, staring at those white wraps on damaged fingers knowing that something was really wrong. He should call out for help, he told himself, Fayin would come if he just called out.

Most of the time, he could take pain, take it well that something little like a couple of broken fingers wouldn't bother him in the least. So why was now not one of those times?

Licking at his lips as his stomach rolled in a violent motion that forced his lips to seal tightly shut, Fuck, I am not going to be ill, Rhyse told himself as he tipped to the side and lay down on Fayin's bed, letting his body sink into the soft mattress and cool sheets, raising his arm over his head, putting his hand above his heart, maybe he would be alright if he just lay there for a bit with the elevation?

Just, just for a little bit, he promised himself, closing his eyes tightly against the dim light that filled the room. Just for a little bit and he would be alright. He would go back out and ...what?

Rhyse swallowed painfully, his voice stuck in his throat as pain radiated up his arm from the digits, maybe he should have taken up the offer and gone to the ER?

He needed to go to the ER.

Fuck... Swearing at himself, his dark eyes moved to the still open doorway, maybe if he called Fay in, the man would take merci on him and take him? Call him an ambulance? Bring him some ice? Pain killers? Shot him in the fucking head and get it over with so he wouldn't be shivering so fucking hard that his teeth chattered together in an annoying manner?

"Hhhnnnrr..." he'd call in a minute, right now, he really wanted to just close his eyes and rest. Maybe that was what he needed to get the ringing to stop as it pulsed in his ears.


*****


Fayin finished another roll as he looked towards the bedroom, should he go in and tackle the man? Wondering what kind of greeting he would get, curious enough that he took himself over to the sink where he washed his hands and dried them, having a need to find out and with the excuse of putting away the first aid kit, he would go and see why Rhyse was taking so long to clean up and dress for the day.

Walking back over to the table, Fayin put the first aid stuff back into their box and then picked it up and took it with him towards the bedroom. He didn't bother with walking quietly, just incase Rhyse thought he was trying to sneak a peek at him while he changed clothing. Carrying the box into the bedroom and paused when he saw Rhyse laying there on his bed. A slow grin curved his lips upwards as he drank in his fill of the pale, naked form that lay sprawled out over his dark bed coverings. His dark blue eyes tracing each line that curved over Rhyse's flesh, the man was a living scar, each one had meaning, a reason. Sweeping upwards, the trim turn of ankle, the strong, corded legs, the dip and arch of his butt and back, the flat belly upwards over the rapidly rising and falling chest to the arm that was draped over his head, Rhyse was a glorious creature and he was in his bed. Naked. Wetting his lips, Fayin gave a soft sound in the back of his throat, his eyes coming back down the expanse of Rhyse's wide chest, watching it rise and fall.

It ticked. Something wasn't right. Rhyse didn't jolt up and start yelling at him for watching him like some pervert. Nor was there any other sign that Rhyse was aware of him standing there. Worry filtered through Fayin kill all ideas of further encounters with the man as he stepped towards the bed, sliding the box onto the bedside table as he put his hand lightly on the other male's chest. "Hey, Rhyse? Maybe you should let me take you to the hospital. You're not looking very well." Grim, he was scowling now, Rhyse was pale, there was a bit of dampness on his brow and his breathing was a little abnormal.

"HHhnnn...?" Starting as Fayin brushed a hand over his chest, Rhyse's dark lashes lifted to peer at him. Stirring a little more, Rhyse drew his legs towards the rest of his body, it was obvious that the man was cold and uncomfortable. "MMmmmrrr... Fay?"

Fayin watched him struggle to curl into himself, Rhyse was a strong male, one that wouldn't show an ounce of pain on a good day. Today, however, wasn't a good day. "Yeah baby, it's me. Came to check on you."

"Hhhhnn... yeah?" came the ragged breath from the man's mouth.

"Yeah." Reaching up to brush a bit of the dark hair that had fallen into the man's face off his brow, Fayin asked, "At least let them give you something for the pain?" Which might or might not be a good idea, given Rhyse's addictive personality. But it looked like it was in a lot of pain, and not the kind that would lead to kinky sex.

Licking his lips, "something..." He breathed out and nodded his head, "Please? I ... hurt... It hurts..." Closing his eyes tightly as he tipped his face towards his up risen arm. "Housespital night not be so blad...." Slurring his words with out realizing that he was doing such a thing. "Ice..." came the word as he forced his gaze towards Fayin.

Fayin went from alarmed to scared in three seconds flat, in all the time that he had known Rhyse, the man had always dealt with his own pain on his own terms, and he was slurring his words. Whether or not Rhyse wanted to go, Fayin would have been taking him at that point. "Alright baby," he murmured. "Tell you what, let's get you to the car. We'll stop at the kitchen on the way to get you that ice."

"Ah thank Ah um..." Trying to find the words to tell Fayin that there might be in infection, it was bound to happen as his immune system was crap and he had been pressing on those knuckles all night... he could have done a lot of damage and shouldn't have done it. His parents were going to have kittens and he'd never hear the end of it, which was why he hadn't wanted to go in the first damned place.

Moving to his dresser, he dug out his black sweat pants, socks and with a thought, went to the closet and fetched a thick, fleece sweatshirt that he could easily get over Rhyse's head and his arm inside of with out causing the other male too much more pain. Coming back to the bed, he worked the clothing onto the large framed body, finding that their feet were about the same size, "I have some shoes that you can wear too..." Fayin slipped and arm around Rhyse's shoulders, careful of the injury, and worked him in an upright position. Using Rhyse's good arm, Fay placed it around his own shoulders and held tight to the injured male's good hand, and with his other arm around his waist Fay lifted the male to his feet. He wasn't much bigger than Fayin, but damn if he wasn't corded with muscle that made him dense and heavy to boot. Thankfully Fayin was stronger than he looked and moved him from the bedroom to the kitchen with a little less grace then he would have liked but at least he didn't smack Rhyse's injured hand on the way to the table that sat to one side of the kitchen.

"Gonna... be... Sick..." Rhyse muttered into Fayin's ear as they moved together to the kitchen.

Fayin could feel Rhyse's body as it shuddered against his own. Wincing, Fayin whispered, "That is not what I really wanted to hear from you."

Standing up brought the want to throw up, which brought the knowledge that Rhyse was finally going into some kind of shock. Closing his eyes tightly, he kept his own food down by sheer will power, "It's gonna be alright Rhyse. Just... breath, slowly. But breath. I will get you to the hospital as fast as I can, alright baby?"

Rhyse nodded his head a little, his face pressing into the curve of Fayin's neck as they walked together. It seemed to him that Rhyse was focusing on the warmth of his body while he forced him into walking from one room to another.

"Sit," Fayin stated in a light tone, helping Rhyse into the chair, putting the man's head between his knees as he drew his injured hand upwards into the air. "Stay just like that, sweetheart, while I grab the ice."

Rhyse's small nod was all he needed, the silent acceptance that Rhyse was going to stay was all he needed as he sprang towards the freezer and grabbed ice from the dispenser so that he could wrap it in the towel on the counter. Looking towards the oven and the counters, making sure that all was off before he went back to Rhyse's side.

"I have the ice. We are gonna get you to the car now. Are you ready to move?"

Rhyse's bobbed his head and so once more, he took Rhyse's good hand in his, hooked his arm around his shoulders, and maneuvered him out the front door, so they could use the elevator to the ground floor. Fayin worked blindly, helping him through the hall and into the elevator. The elevator ride was a personal hell, one Rhyse barely survived with his stomach contents still in tact, watching the male with a wince of sympathy, it wasn't until they were outside that he was puking up on the curb. Shivering and shaking, glad that he'd done that now inside of in the car. Closed spaces sucked. More so when they were filled with that foul smell. Once Rhyse's stomach settled, Fayin helped the slightly taller male into the passenger side of the car before sliding into the driver's side, the goal of getting him to the hospital set in his mind only calmed down when they were speeding off to the ER.

*****

Rhyse hadn't been aware that they had reached the ER until hands that were not only Fayin's were helping him from the car into a wheeled chair. For a moment, Fayin had thought that there was going to be a brawl between the nurse that was helping him to move the nearly unconscious man from his car to the chair, only to watch another come and give them more aid as he crooned in a soothing matter to the rather agitated male. Once they were inside the building they had taken him directly back to be examined, drugging Rhyse for the pain he was obviously in at that very moment. The only good thing was that they didn't have to wait long to be seen, which as a small little bit of comfort to Fayin as he paced the length of the waiting room, waiting to hear, to know, that Rhyse was going to be alright. It was a flash back to the night that Malik had wrecked his car, the pacing, the waiting, the not knowing.

This was only a few broken bones, Fayin told himself as he drank some of the pretty freaking terrible coffee that had been left for far too long, he told himself as he went back to pacing. Rhyse was stronger than Malik, he told himself as he worked his way back towards the desk, shoving his hands into his pockets and finding his phone there. Drawing it out, he stared at the blackness of the screen, they deserved to know, he thought to himself, though he was loathe to do it. He didn't want to tell them that their other son was in the ER and he'd not heard a thing for almost two hours now. What was going on in there? Was Rhyse alright? Would he be alright?

Please... Closing his eyes tightly, he wasn't a praying man, not since Malik's death, he'd nearly stopped believing in anything good every happening for him. Licking his lips, his blue gaze went back to the phone, Fayin started to thumb through his contact list until he saw Rye's name. How long had it been since he had spoken to the man?

Fayin didn't want to think about it as he pressed the dial button and waited for an answer from down the line. Relieved that it was not Son that was answering as Rye's slightly assented drawl played over the line, saying, 'Hello' in a rather cautious manner.

"Hello, Mr. McNamin, I... I am at the ER with Rhyse. I am here, with him. Well, not with him, they haven't let me back to see him." he started, hearing the sharp intake of breath down the line.

"What has the boy done, now?"

Wincing a little, Fayin contemplated the best way to tell him with out telling him, "Rhyse found me the other night, and we started to talk about the past and... he came to me, again, last night, which was where he was, in case you were worried. This morning, there was an accident in the shower. I am sure that everything is fine, but he smacked his hand really hard into the fixtures and I think there is something broke." Fayin told him succinctly what was going on. noting a nurse as she motioned him to come back as he was able to sit with Rhyse.

"He hit his hand?" Rye asked in a slow and soft tone.

"I am taking care of him, if you don't mind. Look, why don't I call you back when I know more. The nurse says I can sit with him for a bit."

"Call me back, soon as you know more." Rye stated and then slowly added, "Thank you for calling Fayin, for tending to him."

"There is no need to thank me. I will talk to you later, Rye." After the other had said good bye, he clicked the phone off and shoved it back into his pocket before following the nurse back to the white rooms that smelled of bleach and other cleaning articles. Following her to the room that belonged to Rhyse, he hissed under his breath as he stared at the dark haired male that was laid out in a bed, with an IV in his good hand, they were monitoring his heart and blood pressure. He looked like shit even if it appeared to be half asleep, Fayin thought as he moved the chair up to sit on Rhyse's good side, stroking the back of his fingers where the IV needle settled into Rhyse's good hand, waiting for someone to come and tell him what the hell was wrong.

Rhyse jolted under the light touch to his hand, dark eyes flashed open as he turned his head to face Fay, a real smile touched his lips as he caught the fingers that brushed along his own, "thanks... for coming..." Taking a hold of the man's fingers, drawing them down to rest over his heart as he waited for the doctor to come back into the room.

"Of course I came," Fayin tried to smile, his fingers tightening on Rhyse's hand, it wasn't good to be so attached to him so quickly, but it was hard to deny that he felt something for the man when he smiled at him like a lost boy finding a home.

Christ.

When had he become such a fucking sucker for Rhyse? He should hate him for all the pain that he'd caused in his life, Fayin told himself as he gripped Rhyse's good hand in both of his, setting his lips to the top of the man's digits in a soft kiss.

Maybe it was the instant that he realized that the monster he had hated was just as damaged as himself?

"They... they... wou---dn't let you... I ... I... told'em... I'd leave... if you... didn't come..." grinning a little towards Fayin. "Don't... wanna be... alone..."

Fayin's eyes softened as he stared at Rhyse, "You don't have to be alone, Baby."

There came a knock on the door before he could say more to Rhyse, there was much to say and it needed to be said, but it would have to wait as he called out, "yes?" The door swung open to reveal a small, lithe red head, there was a set of gold rim glass perched on her hawkish nose which utterly killed a face that might have been rather pretty. On the front of her white lab jacket hung her ID tag which read, 'Dr. Gredita Vinhard', under her clothing were dress causal, nothing that caused her to stand out in the least in Fayin's mind, until her cold, hazel eyes swept between Rhyse and himself, only to be rolled as if in disgust.

Bitch. Fayin thought and held Rhyse's hand all the tighter in his own.

"You must be Fayin. He's been such a pain because of you, almost had to sedate him to get him through X-ray." She didn't seem happy at all as she stuffed the slides into lighted box, "Alright gentlemen, it seems that Rhyse here has broken a few bones in his hand, the center knuckle is in at least three pieces and we will have to go in and pin them together, later. After the swelling goes down." Looking from one man to another, her gaze narrowed on them in a disconcerting fashion. "There is a chance he has an infection as well... Which he is beginning to treat him for at the moment. Worse, there than that, is the swelling, as it lessons, we fear that he has broken a vein and there will be bleeding into his hand and if that happens and the fever he has now does not come down, then he may lose the hand."

Fayin stared at her, "Full of good news, aren't you?"

"Look, Fayin, if he were brought in sooner, this might not be a problem at all. But as always, people wait too long to bring Rhyse in to be seen and by then, his already poor immune system is compromised. It is damn lucky he's not dead." Folding her arms over her small chest, "Do you wish me to contact his parents?"

Rhyse hissed, "No! I don't want them... here..."

"Mr. McNamin..." She started, knowing all too well that he most likely had done this to himself. "...they may wish you to be held. Evaluated. Your medications to be adjusted. Are you even taking them?"

"Exactly... No... Fuck that... getout.. Get... out... youstuipid cow... get out... I want a nother...doctor..." Rhyse demanded hotly.

"Shhhh..." Fayin tried to soothe Rhyse, but his eyes were on the doctor that had come into the room. When he thought he got Rhyse to settled down, he looked at the redhead. "One; I've already contacted his father, who does trust me to take care of Rhyse's needs. Two; Do you really think it is wise to upset him further while he is in this state?" Fayin was annoyed, beyond annoyed with the unprofessional bitch before him. It showed in his eyes and the way he had come to stand between her and Rhyse, like an avenging angel that had finally come to see that the man was more than the mask he wore for those around him. "Three; I think Rhyse is correct. Perhaps a new doctor, one who is unbiased, should be seeing to him."

Shifting on her feet, she didn't look like she believed that Rye or Son had been called but she didn't call Fayin a liar, either, just narrowed her eyes in turn upon Fayin as he tried to settle Rhyse, "Fine. I will see what can be done. Given that this is not the first time any of us have seen him, there isn't an unbiased opinion on that masochistic nut job. He needs to be locked up and the key thrown away." Swinging on her feet, she stalked back out of the room, going to find someone else that would take the case.

Dark blue eyes glared daggers at the woman, daring her to try and throw him out, as he spoke loud enough so that his voice carried easily, "I am going to have her license, she's gonna need to practice medicine out of a back alley when I am done with her. I swear," Fayin stated as he moved back to Rhyse, stroking Rhyse's hair gently, he kept contact with him, hoping that it would calm him enough to go back to sleep.

Rhyse shuddered under Fayin's hand, tipping his face to look up at the male, his hair was slicked back, slightly damp, but he wasn't in so much pain anymore, the drugs had kicked in enough that he couldn't feel much of anything. "Hhhnn... you... called them...?" Closing his eyes as his teeth chattered together as a cold chill shook his body.

"Yes," he admitted quietly, taking a hold of another blanket, he spread it over Rhyse's form, soothing it out in an unconscious gesture, "but I told Rye that I had it under control, that you slipped in the tub and slammed your hand against the faucet and the break brought on an infection. I won't let them keep you, okay? But you need to get the hand fixed, and the infection taken care of before they will let you go home with me." Smiling a little as Rhyse stared at him from under his thick lashes. "I have some plans for you, and I can't make good on them if your hands don't cooperate." Smiling a little more, he settled back in his chair, holding the man's hand in both his. "What do you think about baking full time, huh? You're good at it." Pressing Rhyse's hand against the side of his face, he just kept talking to him, about all sorts of things, anything to take their minds off of what was going to happen and when it would happen.

Fayin wanted to erase the doubt filled, soulful eyes of Rhyse, he could tell that the sick man didn't believe that his parents wouldn't show up, take one look and know that Fayin was lying to them. Son wouldn't believe that they were together, most likely the blond wouldn't want them together, not after Malik. -HE- didn't believe that they were together, not that he would label them as a couple, not by normal standards at least.

Smiling as Rhyse let go of his breath, "I don't know about cooking," rolling his shoulders and little, his eyes started to close only to pop back open as a noise from the hall dragged him back into the walking world around him. "What on earth?"

"I don't know," Fayin answered as he listened to the loud voices that were in the hall. One was a man and the other had to be that female doctor that had been in here a moment before. He didn't quiet understand what was being said and hoped that she was getting her ass chewed out by who ever the male was that had been handed Rhyse's case. Or was it something else?

A moments there was the sound of something hitting the floor echoed through the ER hall, metal off of tile floor. Fayin's brow popped upwards, "Some is not happy." Looking down at Rhyse and noting that he was sleeping through all the noise. "Figures."

A heart beat or two later there was a soft knock on the door of the room before it swung open. In the portal stood, a very tall, dark haired male with the lightest colored eyes Fayin had ever seen. The length of ebony locks were pulled back into a low queue at the back of the man's head, leaving a few stray strands to frame up a strong, hard jaw line, high check bones, and wide brow. The white lab coat looked like it was straining over the width of shoulders before it dropped, open over a deep blue shirt and black dress pants. Cold, icy silver eyes raked over Rhyse before his gaze went to the chart he was holding into his hands as he thumbed over the pages of the report. Fayin's eyes danced back up to the doctor's name tag which read, : Dr. K.I. Silver : and he didn't look happy at all to be standing there in the door way.

Actually, the man didn't look like he smiled ever, the hard lines of his mouth furrowed deeper as he looked upwards once more and spoke in a deep tenor, "Di am sorry for Gredita, she forgets herself, da?" The man's voice rolled in richly accented tones that named his mother country as Russia. "Di vill be taking over da case, da?" Looking over the file once more before his silvery gaze was cast to the pictures still left in the lighted box. A worried frown marred his brow before his gaze slanted back towards Fayin, "Ve vill move him to a private room and continue with da current treatments. Vhen da svelling goes down, ve vill be setting da breaks, fixing va bleeding and continuing to treat for the infection and da shock." Watching as his head tipped to the side, the doctor asked in an off handed measure, "Vill ju be staying vith Mr. McNamin?"

Fayin leaned over and kissed Rhyse's brow, "Yes, I will be staying." Why would he not be staying? It was never in question, not in his mind as he stared at Dr. Silver in a suspicious manner before he said, "I'm sorry, it's been a rough couple of hours." Smoothing a hand over his face, Fayin stared at the doctor that was watching him as if he were a bug to be smooshed but was not quiet certain which method to use to smoosh him out of existence.

"He's going to be alright, isn't he?" Now Fayin was growing a little more alarmed. Blood diseases were a real thing, and if the infection messed up his heart....Whoa boy, he told himself. Settle the hell down. Rubbing a hand over his hair, he squeezed Rhyse's hand. "Everything's going to be fine, okay? I'm going to take care of you." he told the sleeping male.

Dr. Silver shifted on his feet, "Jur friend has a minor infection from da pain he have inflicted upon his self. Dis just da small madder of getting the antibiotics into his system ta da dere work. But more to da point of da madder, da swelling needs ta go down so Ve can see just how bad da break is, da? And fix any other problems zat might have occurred. Tis what is in dat IV dere, medications dat vill help make all better, da?" The man spoke in a low and almost soothing tone as he looked over the chart in his hands, "Ve are doing a blood culture and shall have da results voon.... soon... Sorry, do forgive the lapses... I am still learning da English. It is not my first language..." Smiling faintly as he looked over the charts again, frowning a bit but he didn't seem to want to push at the moment. "Stay vith dim, da... keep him dumpany... Com-pany,..." growling under his breath. "He vill be fine." Adding the last with a forced smile as he moved back a little as he motioned for the nurses to take Rhyse up to a room to rest before they would take him to have his hand fixed.

Nodding slowly, the male seemed to relax. He didn't say anything to correct him, though maybe he should have. Oh well. The moment passed and nurses were coming in to move Rhyse. Fayin kissed the back of Rhyse's hand and lay it on the bed. "I'm right behind you." He said reassuringly, and he did. He considered the move to a private room. What was the point of that? Just let him sleep and mend. Looking at Dr. Silver, he thought about asking him, but Fay didn't think he wanted to piss this one off. He looked like he was one who could do some damage right back. Besides that, it might delay in getting Rhyse the help he needed.

Looking back towards the desk where the tall doctor was heading with purpose in his strides, Fayin once more felt the urge to ask why Rhyse was being moved to a private room only to jump slightly as Dr. Silver slammed Rhyse's chart on the desk in front of the red headed female causing her to jump as well. The woman opened her mouth to say something to the Russian but he beat her too it and started, presumably to rip her apart in both Chinese and Russian. The Dark Doctor, seemingly rather fluent in both to the point that the red head could only gape at him as he read her the riot act with out even being aware that he had slipped back into his native languages.

Sliding into the elevator with Rhyse's bed, Fayin was ever so glad that he'd thought better of pissing the dark haired male off. Watching as the door slide closed, he headed up with Rhyse and the nurses that were currently in charge of the sleeping man's care.