Pain and.. pain?

I can't believe its chapter 45 already! I feel like I just started writing this story! I'm still working on the endging but its coming along, dont worry:) Shouldn't be long now and I think I have plenty of time to write next week so that's good news!

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CHAPTER 45



“Jason!” A loud voice woke me up and I grumbled in annoyance. I had a headache and who ever was in the room was being too damn loud. When my sleepy brains registered that someone was actually in the room, I jolted awake and wrenched my eyes open. I stared at the room with wide eyes until my brains recognized the person in the room.

“Chris.” I whispered and tears flooded my eyes instantly. Chris’ hair was a washed out pink dirty mess and he had dark bags under his eyes; I had never seen the goofy boy so exhausted looking.

“Chris! I told you not to storm in like that!” Rose’s strict voice rang from the door and I turned to look at her. She looked tired too and tears ran down my cheeks now.

“Rose.”

She turned to look at me and smiled gently. “Oh, Jason! How are you dear? We’ve been worried sick!” She said and rushed to the bed. She pulled me into a tight hug and I wrapped my shaky arms around her before burying my face against her shoulder, letting the sobs out. The bed tilted and a warm body pressed against my back before another set of arms wrapped around me. God I had missed both of them so much.



It took me a while to calm down and when I did, me and Chris snuggled on the hospital bed together while Rose took a seat on the chair by it.

“Someone missed you.” Chris whispered to me and pressed Gilbert against my chest. My throat tightened again and hugged the soft toy close. Chris kept running his hands over my body, not in a sexual way but as if to check that I was really there and kept his face hidden against my neck.

“R-Rose?” I asked carefully and she smiled at me.

“Yes dear?”

“A-Are.. I-Is Diana going to take me a-away n-now?”

Rose smiled and reached to pat my hand softly. “No dear. Don’t you worry about things like that now, you are not going anywhere but home with us as soon as you are feeling well enough.” She said and I glanced down a little before looking at her again.

“I feel well enough now.” I tried and got a poke to the ribs. Chris didn’t say anything but I got his message loud and clear; ‘Liar.’

“I’m sure dear. I’ll take you home as soon as the doctor says it’s alright, I promise.” Rose said and glanced at Chris. For a moment she seemed like she was going to say something else too but then stood up and smiled. “I’m going to talk with the doctor now. I’ll be back in a moment, alright?”

I nodded shortly and fiddled with Gilbert’s long ears. There was a quiet sniffle and I stilled for a moment. Another sniffle and I turned my head towards Chris who was holding me tightly against himself.

“Chris?” I whispered and tried to turn in his arms. Chris held on tighter and I frowned, really worried now. I grabbed his arms and tried to push them away from myself so I could really look at him. The messy haired boy tried to resist until finally loosening his hold on me and letting me look at him. He had his eyes cast down and his hair over his eyes. He sniffled again and I brought my hand up to tug his hair behind his ears.

Chris’ eyes were red rimmed and his cheeks wet; he was crying.

“Chris?” I whispered and ran my fingertips along his cheek, wiping away tears. “I.. I’m s-sorry. I.. I fucked up. I’m s-sorry. Please don’t be mad at me?” I continued barely audible, tears flooding my own eyes and Chris looked up.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He spat out and I flinched at the tone of his voice. It was the old Chris, the one that had bullied me and hit me to get my poster. I went to move off the bed, away from him but Chris grabbed my arms tightly.

“Don’t you fucking dare blame yourself for any of this, Jason! You hear me?! It’s not your fault!” Chris seethed out between his teeth and shook me. I just stared at him with wide eyes and tried to pull my arms free from his tight grasp.

“C-Chris. Y-You’re h-h-h..” I couldn’t say it but Chris understood and let go of me.

“I’m sorry, Jason.” He begged and leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck before kissing him and felt tears run down my face. After the kiss I buried my face in his neck and sniffled.

“I missed you.” I whispered and Chris wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer until there was no room between us at all. His warm body felt nice against mine.

“I missed you too. I was so scared. I was so scared when I saw him take you Jason. I thought I was never going to see you again.” Chris sobbed and I buried my hands in his hair.

“I’m sorry I was so stupid.” I sniffled and Chris pressed a kiss against my neck, sending tingles down my back.

“I love you.” Chris whispered back and I tensed against him for a moment before hugging him tighter and saying quietly.

“I love you too Chris.”




We sat entwined in each others arms for a long time until Rose came back .She knocked on the door carefully before peeking her head in and smiling. When she saw us all snuggled up on the bed she entered the room. “How are you doing dears?”

“We’re fine.” I mumbled and fiddled with Gilbert’s ears again. My eyes were drooping and I wanted to sleep but at the same time not. I didn’t want Chris and Rose to leave and if I fell asleep they would for sure.

“You look tired.” Chris said quietly and I sighed.

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“Rose, can I stay here with Jason?” Chris asked from behind me and Rose smiled gently.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea Christopher dear, Jason needs to rest.”

“But..”

“Christopher.”

“I don’t want to be alone. Please, Rose, please let Chris stay.” I begged and looked at her pleadingly. She matched eyes with me and we just stared at each other in silence until Chris mumbled from behind me.

“Please?”

Rose sighed and then smiled. “Alright, I’ll go ask if it’s fine with the staff. But if they say no then it’s a no, understood?” She said firmly and I and Chris both nodded quickly. If the staff said no, I would beg Dr. Helton to discharge me. If she wouldn’t, I would leave the hospital without her permission.

Now that they were here I wasn’t about to be left alone again. I felt nice and warm under the blanket and with Chris pressed against my back and I wasn’t about to give that up again.

Rose was back a few moments later with the head nurse who smiled before checking my IV and glanced at Chris before looking at me. “Your friend can stay if you two behave yourselves and stay in bed. But if you two cause any trouble, and I mean ANY trouble, he is going to be out of here faster than either of you can say please.” She said and I grinned at her.

“We’ll behave, I promise.” Chris said and hugged me tighter. Rose moved closer to cover us both with the blanket.

“I’ll be back tomorrow boys. Christopher, let Jason rest.” She said and then leaned to press a kiss on my forehead. “You are safe now, honey. Sleep and you’ll be able to come home soon.” She said and brushed my hair softly while pressing a kiss on Chris’ forehead as well. “Sleep well, both of you.”

“Thanks Rose.” I murmured and snuggled Gilbert. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be silly, dear. This wasn’t your fault, Jason, you know that don’t you? You have done nothing wrong.” Rose said and tugged my hair behind my ear gently.

Rose left and I turned on the bed so I was facing Chris. We just stared at each other for a long time until he kissed me. I sighed into the kiss and felt tears slip from my eyes. I felt so safe with Chris it hurt.

“Hey baby what’s wrong?” Chris whispered and reached to brush away my tears. I had a lump in my throat and I couldn’t speak so I just pressed my face against his neck. Violent sobs wrecked my body and I clutched Chris so tightly that my hands hurt. Chris kept whispering soothing things into my ear and rubbing my back. I didn’t want him to know what had happened, what Jonathan had done but I had a feeling he knew. He knew what had happened and it freaked me out.



The next morning I woke up in the feeling of someone stroking my face. I wrinkled my nose a little when a finger ran down it and heard a soft chuckle. I opened my eyes just enough to see Chris and pouted. The pink haired boy smiled and kissed my nose.

“You look better.” He commented and I noticed that so did he; the bags under his eyes were distinctively smaller although his hair was even messier than last night.

“So do you.” I smiled and Chris took hold of my bandaged hands.

“They said you cut your hands in broken glass. Do they hurt?” He asked quietly and looked at the white bandages.

“No. I’m fine Chris.” I said and he looked at me with a serious look on his face. His dirty pink hair fell into his eyes, making the seriousness seem a bit silly.

“You’re not fine, Jason. I know you’re not. He hurt you, I know he did.” Chris said, unshed tears glistening in his eyes and I looked away from him.

“It’s nothing, Chris. It ‘s nothing I can’t handle.” I mumbled and Chris pulled me into a tighter hug.

“It’s not nothing, Jason. You’re not alone anymore.” He whispered in a voice shaking with emotion and I closed my eyes when tears pooled in them. I wasn’t alone anymore. I pressed my face against Chris’ shoulder and breathed in his scent. He needed a shower really but I kept my comments to myself; if he went to shower I WOULD be alone again.



Three days later Dr. Helton finally told me I could go home. Ron came to get me and Chris who had particularly lived in the hospital with me for the past few days. He had gone to school, only because Rose had forced him to but he had spent every night in the hospital with me and come here straight from school too. I loved him for it and spent the long hours he was gone awake, staring at the door with his pillow in my arms. Once he was back and sitting on the bed next to me I could sleep while he did his homework. After noticing that Chris was there to stay, the staff had found another bed and put them side by side so we had more room to sleep. It didn’t make a difference though; we slept on one side, entangled in each other.

But now I was going home.

“Get on the wheelchair.” Chris told me after I had gotten dressed and I rolled my eyes at him.

“I can walk.”

“Listen to your boyfriend, hospital rules.” The head nurse gave her input on the matter from the other side of the bed and I gave up with a sigh. I got on the chair and Chris grinned mischievously before telling Ron who was talking to the good old doctor that we would wait at the entrance. Ron gave us a suspicious look but before he could say anything, Chris had already wheeled me out of the room.

As soon as we rounded the corner, Chris took off running and I grinned. He was making a childish ‘wheeeee!’ sound behind me and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Chris!” Ron bellowed from the other end of corridor and Chris hit the breaks. He skidded before twirling us around in a wild pirouette.

“What?” He sounded so sincere that I had to giggle again.

“This is not a race track! Calm down or I’ll push Jason to the car.” Ron said and I tilted my head to look at Chris. He was pouting and I reached to poke his tummy with my finger, well my bandaged hand. Chris looked down and winked at me. I smiled back at him and Chris whirled me around again before pushing me towards the entrance, this time in a slower pace.

My hands were still bandaged up and sore so I set them in my lap while Chris pushed me forward. I would have to come back later to get the stitches out but for now I was going home. Well, to Rose’s. I smiled a bit sadly and looked down at my hands. They weren’t really painful anymore, just itchy and it was driving me nuts. Chris had threatened to bind my hands into the bed if I wouldn’t stop trying to ease the itching by rubbing my bandaged hands against anything solid. I pouted and arms came around me.

“You’re sulking. Don’t you want to come home?” Chris asked quietly and the insecurity in his voice made me feel guilty.

“I do. It’s just..”

“What? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry, I.. “

“You won’t let me scratch my hands.” I mumbled and Chris squeezed me harder for a moment before letting go of me.

“Because if you tear the stitches your hands won’t heal properly. Suck it up.” He said and wheeled me to the car. By the time Ron caught up with us, we were already seat belted in the back and I was leaning heavily on the door, looking at the grey hospital building. They had saved my life but I wished I wouldn’t have to come back to remove the stitches. I still didn’t like hospitals and doctors even though everyone had been so nice to me here.

Suddenly I had a light bulb moment and I turned to stare at Chris with wide eyes.

“What?” He questioned and tried to blow his hair out of his eyes.

“That nurse called you my boyfriend!”

Chris smiled and leaned a bit closer to me. “Am I?” He asked cheekily and I wanted to slap for being so damn cocky again. But.. he was cute too. I felt myself blush and nodded slightly.

“If.. If you want to?” It came out as a question even though I didn’t mean it to be. Chris’ grin widened and he threw his arms around me before plastering his lips on mine. I heard a chuckle from the front seat and knew my blush just grew deeper. Damn, why did Ron always have to witness our moments.

“Oh, I want to.” Chris whispered against my lips and pulled away from me, not letting go of my hand though. I liked that.



I felt drained even though the drive to the house wasn’t that long and walked inside slowly. Once we got through the door, Rose was there to hug me. I just melted into her and let the tears come. I felt.. welcomed and wanted. I clung onto Rose and dimly heard Ron ushering the others to the livingroom, out of the way.

“Shh, Jason dear, you are home now.” Rose said gently and I sniffled against her shoulder.

“Thanks. For.. For letting me come back. I’m s-sorry.”

“Don’t be, dear. You have done nothing wrong. Now, let’s get you in bed, you look tired.” Rose assured me and I managed a small smile. I rubbed on my red eyes with my hands and flinched when someone embraced me from behind, forcing my hands down.

“Don’t rub them.” That someone whispered into my neck before letting go of me and taking my hand in his. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Chris said and pressed a kiss on my cheek before pulling me up the stairs.

Chris helped me change into my ducky PJs which made me smile sadly and into a t-shirt that was his, not that I minded, before tucking me in his own bed. I scooted backwards until my back was pressed against the wall and hugged Gilbert close when Chris gave him to me.

“Join me?” I asked hesitantly and Chris nodded with a smile. He changed into more comfortable clothes too before slipping under the covers with me and pulling me close. I curled up against him, pressed my ear against his chest and sighed. I wanted to stay like this forever.