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I wake up the next morning in the same position. Stiff but loving every ache. I miss this so much.

"Morning Liam." Dr. Martin chirps coming into the room.

"Morning doc." I say groggily.

"How is he?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"Yeah. I suppose so. I got the body. You tell me how his taking it."

"Actually pretty damn well."

"Really?"

"Oddly yes. For a person who doesn't remember the last five years and taking a strangers word for everything. He is."

"It helps you not a complete stranger." Beau mutters sleepily. The doctor gives me a confused look.

"He remembers the beginning of sophomore year. His crush on me." I snicker. "Plus he remembers Tristan and Sammie. Everything up until then."

"Ah! Yes that helps. Well I'm going to run some test so get out of that bed Liam."

"Does he have to I was comfortable." Beau whines. Making both of us laugh.

"Yes I can't do these with him on top of you." so I disconnect myself from Beau getting out of bed. "I'll get a nurse to help me." he says fixing to push the nurses button.

"Good luck with that."

"Shit I forgot how these nurses were here." he groans. "Is sue coming in?"

"I assume so she said she would see us this morning." he nods.

"I'll call her."

"Good idea." I'm not kidding when I said this is a shitty hospital. Even a doctor that only comes in about once a month hates it here.

"I'm right here Martin." Sue chirps.

"Morning Sue." he says.

"Morning bossman."

"Ready?"

"Yep let's get this boy home so Liam can quit stressing and wasting Jack's money."

"Still stressing." Sue rolls her eyes at this.

"Have you known him not to stress over Prince's care, well being, anything pertaining to prince?"

"No guess not." he chuckles. Okay so I've been stressed about Beau well being in this place but to scared to take him home. They get him in another bed one easier to maneuver around the hospital for his test. Probably a full body scan and MRI. Martin usually does a full body scan about every 3 months just to make sure his body isn't deteriorating or some shit like that. MRI every month for his brain to see if his brain is still working properly and he always has Sue put him on some kind of machine to check his brain waves. They usually do some kind of test on him. This hospital doesn't like it but let's it happen because they get paid to. This is the sickest hospital in the world. They don't take care of their patients like they should. Nobody here wants to do their job. It's an inconvenience to them. Sue and Martin tried to get me to take him home but I was scared. I'm not a doctor what if he had a seizure? What if he stopped breathing? What if? What if? I just couldn't do it even though they assured me it was most likely not going to happen. I just couldn't do it. He wasn't on any machines or anything that was the only good thing. Even though his body seemed to of shut down it didn't completely shut down, he was still breathing on his own. No machines what so ever just an IV for fluid, medicine, vitamins, stuff like that. Stuff he needed. See I didn't know how to give him that stuff sure I could do his physical therapy but I couldn't do that kind of stuff. Sue came in the picture the morning after and has fussed with me over Beau. Making sure he is well taking care of him actually all the patients here. She works her but off don't get me wrong the other nurses do their job somewhat but just the bare minimum. They skim not doing their job. Martin showed up about two weeks later after I got so pissed off with Beau's treatment here, mom did to. Sure they stopped the bleed, reduced some of the swelling, got the bullet out, gave him his meds but that was it. They came in to check on him about every six hours when it's suppose to be every two hours. They didn't changes his bandages unless they had to. I'm surprised he didn't get an infection but I guess the antibiotics they were giving him at the time prevented that. They didn't turn him like they were suppose to nope I did. I've done everything that needed to be done but the meds. Yeah I won't go into much detail. So since I was doing everything, we didn't like his doctor Jack brought in Martin but he could only do so much since Beau was in a coma. He really didn't have anything to work with. He just basically wrote orders and Sue saw them thru. His visits dwindled down to just once a month. Between us three we worked out a system. Sue got him while I was at school, I got him after school, she check in with Martin about once a day just to keep him updated since he lived a ways away and I keep her posted in the mornings before I left. Sure the other doctors check on him about once a day but to them he should have been written off. They would just look at him then leave. Yep a very fucked up hospital. Seriously what hospital treats their patients this way and still is open. None that I know of. How they can remain open is beyond me. Don't they have to keep the state happy or something? I don't know all I know is they suck.

"Well how's it going?" mom ask coming in a couple of hours later with Jack.

"Don't know they are still gone."

"How long?" I look up at the clock.

"Shit about three hours now."

"Damn."

"I know." we continue to make make small talk until they show up. Martin and Sue have smiles on their faces. Beau looks irritated sitting up in the bed.

"Well?" I ask.

"You ready to take him home?" Martin ask.

"Yes."

"Are you sure? Your not scared?" They know how I feel about taking him home.

"Scared or not he's taking me home. I've been poked and prodded enough today to last me a life time." Beau grunts.

"Yeah I'm sure." I chuckle. "He's awake I'm not to scared now.

"I've never been so abused in a three hours time." I look at him with a grin.

"Are you sure about that?" I ask wiggling my eyebrow.

"Oh." he mutter looking emarressed.

"We don't need to hear about your sex life." mom scolds me.

"You mean lack of sex life?"

"Whatever don't need to hear about it."

"What's wrong mom you not gettin any either?" I joke.

"Liam Cross." she scold me again.

"Excuse me I make your mother very happy. I have her screaming my name every night. Thank you." Jack says.

"Ewww gross. Okay I was just kidding. I really didn't need to hear about my parents sex life."

"You asked." he points out.

"I was kidding. Don't EVER say anything like that again." they all laugh at me while I try to shake the mental image from my brain.

"Great now it's burned into my head. Sue I'll take that labotamy now." they laugh harder. "Come on let's get Beau out of here before y'all send me to the loony bin." they laugh while I try to shake it away and stop myself from throwing up.

"Right." Martin says after they get a hold of themselves. "Liam all you really going to need is physical therapy equipment." I nod. "I'll have Sue write up a list."

"Done." she says pulling out a slip if paper from her clip board handing to me. I look at her shocked. "What? Liam I've been here with you this passed year. I knew you weren't going to let anybody else do his physical therapy. So I wrote a list last night." I nod as Jack take it from me. "I also got several exercise from another therapist from a different hospital." she says handing me a list of exercises.

"Got it." I say looking it over

"Just look on the net if you need to know what they are."

"What's her name already filled me in when he started therapy."

"Really?" she asked shocked.

"Yeah. When she was trying to get down my pant." I laughed.

"Figures." she says rolling her eyes. Before I told the therapist I was gay she tried everything to get down my pants. Even taking extra care of Beau but as soon as I told her Beau was my fiancé she split. It was the funniest thing.

"Okay get him dressed and y'all can leave."

"Shit clothes."

"Right her. I just grabbed some from his closet." mom says swinging a bag in front of her. "I also went grocery shopping for you guys. God only knows if your appliances work anymore." she says chuckling. I haven't cooked at our place in a year.

"Why wouldn't they?"Beau asked.

"Liam hasn't cooked there in a year." mom says.

"Why not?"

"Nobody to cook for." I say with a shrug.

"Yourself."

"No I've been here."

"You have been eating this nasty hospital food for a year?"

"God no. Someone usually brings me something or I eat out."

"Oh."

"Out people." I shoo them out and get Beau dressed. After I get him dressed Sue comes in with all the paper work, care instruction there's nothing to it. Then I take him home while mom and Jack go order the stuff we need for Beau.

"This is really our place?" he ask as I carry him in the door.

"Yep all ours."

"How do we afford it?"

"Mom and Jack as long as we stay in school they pay for everything."

"Everything?"

"Yes everything."

"Cool."

"Yeah now where do you wanna go couch or bed?"

"Since I've been in a bed for a year can I go to the couch."

"Anything you want." I say has I take him to the couch and lay him down.

"Umm can I sit up?"

"Yeah let me get some pillows." he nods. I go get him some pillows so he doesn't fall over or anything. I sit him and get him situated.

"Here's the remote." I say putting the remote in his hand. All he has to do is press a button.

"Ummm I hate to do this to you but umm can you put some shorts on me or something? These jeans aren't very comfortable."

"Shit sorry didn't think." I say running off getting him some shorts. I put them on getting him back situated again. After I'm done I take off to the kitchen.

"Where you going?" he panics.

"Make you something to eat. You didn't eat this morning."

"Oh."

"Just holler if you need me okay?" I know he hates this. 16 year old Beau is not any different from 20 year old Beau both hated to be taken care of. 21 year old Beau is going to have to get use to it.

"Yeah okay."

"I mean it Beau it's going to be like this for a while so get use to it. Okay?" he nods sighing. So I take off and make him lunch since he missed breakfast. As I make lunch I can hear him laughing to one of his shows. Which make me smile. How I've missed that laugh. After I'm done I go into the living room.

"Done." I chirp sitting down next to him.

"Can you really cook?" he ask looking at his plate skeptically

"Yes I can. Thank you very much."

"If I die if food poisoning I'm coming back to haunt you."

"Wouldn't expect anything less." I laugh.

"Where's yours?"

"I'll eat later. Here." I say as I put the fork full of food to his mouth. He takes it eating.

"Aren't I suppose to be helping."

"Yeah but I'm fixing to put you to work so." I tell him shrugging.

"Work?"

"Yeah. Physical therapy."

"Oh."

"Yeah so eat and rest up." we finish up lunch and I let him rest for a couple of hours before getting started.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Yeah." so I lay him down. Massaging his legs first to warm him up then I start with the exercises. His legs then his arms we do it for about 2 hours.

"How do you feel?"

"Tired." I nod

"Do you want to go to bed?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Alright just lay here and rest then." he nods closing his eyes. I get out from between his legs going to sit in the chair.

"Where you going?" he mutters.

"Chair."

"Will you lay with me?" he says yawning. Without answering I lay down with him putting my arm under his head the other around his waist. What's funny is before this happen whenever he laid down he always wanted me to lay down with him. He passes out quickly.

"Kiss me." he whispers. Or I thought he passed out.

"Huh?" I ask lifting my head up. Yeah I heard.

"Please." me being the dumb ass I do it. I press my lips to his. I lick his lip asking for entrance and he gives. I kiss him with everything I have had stored the last year. I've missed this so much. I almost forgot how good he taste. Without breaking the kiss I get on top of him moving my hand under his knee making his leg go around me. I can feel him getting hard underneath me. Hell I am to. I break the kiss kissing along his jaw then down his neck. And...stop. This is wrong. What if it turns out he doesn't love me anymore.

"Shit." I mutter into his neck.

"Why did you stop?" he pants. I lay there to catch my breath. I sigh heavily lifting my head once I do.

"Several reasons. One your body isn't working..." he cuts me off.

"My body is working fine apparently."

"Yeah." I chuckle. "But you would literally be a dead fuck."

"Did we just fuck or make love?"

"Both actually. Day time we fucked, night time we made love." I tell him pecking his lips. For some odd reason it just happen that way and we always distinguished the two.

"The other reasons?"

"What if you don't love me anymore?"

"Does it matter?" that catches me off guard. I get up on my knees.

"Yeah it fucking does. It matters a fucking lot to me."

"Okay sorry." I lean back on my butt making his leg fall. I pick it up putting on the other side of me do it wont fall again and just sit there. Both of us silent. "I didn't mean to make you mad." he says breaking the silence.

"Not mad." I say getting up.

"Where you going then?"

"Drink." I practically stomp to the kitchen. Does it matter? Of course it matters! See now I really have my doubts. I just need to step back and just take care of him. I go back to the living room and sit in the chair as he watches me.

"Your mad?"

"Yes Beau I'm fucking mad."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." I just stay silent. Mom and Jack show up not much later.

"Hey boys." mom chirps.

"Hey." I grunt.

"Hey mom." Beau greets her. She's going to get hurt to when this blows up.

"Everything will be here day after tomorrow." Jack says.

"Thanks."

"What's wrong?" mom ask confused.

"Nothing."

"Okay well....I called in y'alls dinner for tonight so you don't have to worry about it."

"Thanks."

"Umm need anything else?"

"No." about that time the doorbell goes off.

"I'll get it." she says going to the door. In come Sammie, Tristan, Tatum, Brandon, Ethan and Mark.

"He lives!" Tatum yells.

"Apparently." Beau mutters. I get up and sit him up so he can see everyone and so they can sit down.

"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." he whispers when I'm leaning into him. I just nod my head.

"So how are you feeling man?" Brandon ask.

"Who are you?"

"Oh yeah right sorry. I'm Brandon."

"Ah! I've heard about you."

"Just heard. Please. I better be the only person these morons talk about." he jokes.

"I've heard a couple of stories."

"Yeah don't believe them they will say anything to make me look bad." he jokes.

"So I shouldn't believe the one about us stripping Tatum after he passed out then threw him in the lake." we laugh as Tatum scowls at us.

"Ahhhh good times." Brandon laughs.

"Yeah I still owe you jackasses for that one."

"Gay really Tatum?" Beau says.

"Umm yeah."

"Aaron of all people. I would have never thought."

"I know how could I not fall in love with the little guy." he says smiling brightly.

"I'm surprised he let you get near him."

"I know it took a lot of convincing and groveling but he finally said yes."

"I'm happy for ya man." they go on to tell him more stories until dinner. Then they stay for dinner of course. The night consist of more stories or just talking about whatever.

"Anything yet?" I ask as I put Beau to bed.

"No sorry."

"No need to apologize to me." I tell him walking out the door.

"Where you going?"

"To bed."

"You not going to sleep with me."

"No Beau I don't think that's a good idea."

"Please."

"Beau." I sigh heavily shaking my head.

"Please. Please." he begs. Then gives me the....face and I crumble.

"Fine." I say taking of my clothes then I get in bed with him.

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