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The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital bed, my left hand in a cast and sling. Confused, I sat up and tried to remember what had happened.

"Lay back down and rest," came a familiar voice from beside him. I felt myself being gently pushed back. I gazed up at John's weary face and felt at ease.

"You've been here all night. Your fingers were fractured and your hand broken. They did tests for internal bleeding, but gave you the all clear. Once you are strong enough, you can go home. I was so worried."

Many questions arose in my mind, all wanting to come out at once. I spotted papers and a pen on my bedside table. Gratefully I grabbed it with my good hand and scribbled down the questions.

"Where's my mum? Was I asleep all that time? I can't remember anything after asking you to help with my speech! And why are you here? What about school? Did you sleep?"

John stopped me, laughing.

"Calm down. Surely you don't want two bad hands?"

I smiled back up at him, feeling strangely calm and relaxed. I only just noticed that my bandaged hand didn't hurt. Must be the morphine... reaching out to touch John's skin.

"I wonder if he knows how hot he is. I want to kiss him..."

A strange combination of concern and humor crossed John's face.

"You're out of it... Must be the morphine..." He said, not unkindly, running his fingers through my hair fondly.

"Your mother went to have a cup of tea, she won't be long. You fell asleep at seven last night. I don't think you were fully aware of anything before then. You didn't even respond to the doctor's torch being shined in your eyes. Shock, he said. It was scary."

I wanted to apologies but all I do was could smile goofily at John. I didn't know why, but it all seemed silly that my friend had worried about me. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep once more.

John sighed deeply and watched the sleeping boy's face, all his concern slipping away at the glimpse of the serenity that formed on it. He leant back in his chair and stared blankly out the window, deep in thought.

"You don't need to stay. I'll keep an eye on him. There's no point staying up all night, he'll be fine." My mother said.

"I wouldn't be able to sleep if I went home anyway. I want to stay here and be here when he wakes up... I really like him."

She had smiled, and then cried.

"He's so lucky to have a friend like you... My poor boy hasn't really had any friends before..." She cried.

John had then comforted her and told her that I was lucky to have such an understanding mother.

The memory of her watery smile made John smile now, as the clouds outside got darker and it started to rain. He glanced at my sleeping form. Suddenly he started shaking and tears fell down his face.

"Jack..." was the name he mumbled as he covered his face. He reached for a small bottle of pills in his pocket.

"Oh, Jack..."

I was allowed to go home that afternoon. John rode in the back of the car with me as my mum drove us home. I was feeling a lot better now and the effects of the morphine were slowly going away. I rested my head on John's shoulder.

"I hate it when it's wet...Rain spoils everything."

I glanced up at him, wondering what had happened to make the teen so moody. When I was allowed to go home, John was just as happy as I was. But in the silence of the car, his mood had become just like the weather outside; stormy and dark. Maybe, like he says, he doesn't like rain... But that doesn't explain his mood at all...I wished I could question him and comfort, but I had no personal organizer or paper to write on. So all O could do is rest my head on the teen's shoulder and try to send waves of comfort to him somehow.

John must've felt it, because he rested his head on mine and placed his hand on my knee. He turned slightly and kissed me on the side of my head.

"I love you... It took this to happen for me to fully realize this... Aren't I a fool?"

I felt hot and steamy at the first three words. I knew I was blushing and hoped my mum didn't notice this. She knew I was gay, but still it was embarrassing. I grinned at John in reply.

I can't believe he actually admitted it! He loves me! John Dermanis, the hottest guy ever, loves me!

I was basically screaming in my mind.

We pulled up in the driveway and got out, John helping me as I walked on shaking feet to the door. To my surprise, he walked with me to my room and lay me down on my bed. My mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

I closed my eyes, feeling weary despite my long sleep before. All of a sudden, I felt a weight on my body. I snapped my eyes open and stared into John's eyes. I closed them again, blushing bright scarlet. I felt him coming closer and our lips met.

We kissed long and hard, my head was spinning as John's hands roved my body. Panting for breath, we pulled apart.

I opened my eyes and gazed at my lover's face. A mischievous grin had sprung onto his face as he watched me panting, blushing, and sweaty below him. He sat back on his knees, straddling me at the hips. He leant forward and kissed my forehead, my cheek, my lips and then my neck. I felt the boy's breathing slow down as he unbuttoned my shirt. He kissed my pale chest, making his way to an erect nipple. As he ran his tongue over the sensitive bud he heard me inhale sharply. He sat up and surveyed the result of his foreplay.

I was panting and sweating by the time John stopped kissing and licking. I was racked with contradicting emotions as I squirmed slightly. I was hot and heavy everywhere as excitement tried to overtake my body, but at the same time I was scared at how helpless I was right now. I also felt guilty and embarrassed as well. My heart was beating painfully fast now as John slowly undid his pants.

About to pull my pants down, John stopped and glanced at my face. I must have looked terrified. I held his arm and shook my head slowly, crying a bit.

John just watched me. A flash of anger and disappointment crossed his face. He stood briskly. With a quick look at my shaking self, he left the room.

Shocked, I lay there, gasping for breath as my excitement faded away painfully. I was half-expecting him to come back, but he didn't. I was as confused as a torrent of emotions raged in my pounding head.

It happened again! This is like that kiss! I just... I... don't want to see him any more... He's very confusing...

With a final throb of pain, I sighed and crashed hard. I was asleep within seconds, completely oblivious that John stood outside my window in the rain, cursing his failed plan.

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