---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Thanks to our beta Sid...you rock baby.
Also thanks to Roo(Denise) for always harrassing us.
I want to thank my co-writer...Rach.... I love you baby.
We both want to thank our Karen..we love you as well.
_________________________________________________
JTF 3
Brian
I run my fingers through the hair in my lap that belongs to an unconscious Justin. Running a hand over his face I once again look back at the road, repeating what I said as we left the loft. “Don’t you fucking die on me.”
“Justin, you have to wake up. Please, I hate hospitals. If you only knew, and you would if you woke up so I could tell you. Please.” I look at him and he doesn’t move.
“Wake up.” I think to myself. Even though I won’t admit it, I want him to wake up for me as well. God, I hate not being able to control these emotions. I blame it on Justin, I mean, the situation.
Breaking all the laws to get him there faster, we pull up into the ER area. Jumping out of the car, I run around and gently lift Justin out of the passenger’s side. Letting his head fall onto my shoulder, I softly kiss his lips. “Wake up Sunshine.”
I rush into the ER I can’t help the fear in my voice. “Someone please help me.” I have nurses coming over from all directions telling me to put him here, put him there, and I stop midway. “Look, just tell me where to carry him. I’m not leaving him alone.”
They look at me. “And you are?”
Without even thinking I tell them, “His partner. Just tell me where to take him.”
Nodding they take me into the back with him. Laying him on the bed they start to do some things to him, trying to wake him up. I stand there watching, feeling useless.
“We need his insurance and any info you have,” one of the nurses tells me. I look over at the lady and nod, reaching for his wallet, hoping his things are in here.
I find his list of allergies. Wow, he’s even allergic to Tylenol. No one’s allergic to Tylenol. That’s what they give you when you’re allergic to everything else.
“Here’s his list of allergies,” I say as I hand it to the nurse. Now they know what they can and cannot do.
They get his IV in and start him on some saline.
I look again for an insurance card or something and find nothing. I know he’s having a rough time, so I take out my wallet and hand her my card. “Can you just send me the bill?” She nods and takes my card.
“We’ll send the bill to this address. Thank you Mr. Kinney,” she says and I nod to her as she walks out. I look at the address on his license. I know this place. It’s not a very good place.
The doctor comes over to me, “Sir, we’re running some tests to see what we can find out, but from the looks of it, he’s just over worked. He needs to rest, but we’ll wait until the results come back to make sure.”
“Thanks,” I say as I look over to where Justin’s lying.
“Your partner will be just fine. He seems healthy.” I nod and it dawns on me what he said, but when Justin makes a moaning sound, all my thoughts go out the window. Under different circumstances that moan would turn me on, but all those senses go out the window as well as my thoughts as I make my way over to him, running my hand throw his hair.
“You’re going to be fine, Justin,” I tell him as I sit down in the chair next to him. “They’re running some tests to make sure.” The doctor writes down some more notes before he walks out the door.
I look over to Justin and sigh, walking over to him wondering what it is about this blond who has made me do, say and think things I ‘Brian Kinney’ would never do, say or think before.
I put my hand on his pale hand, running it up his pale arm and up to his pale face. He leans into my touch and moans. Under different circumstances this would be a big turn on.
Sitting down on the chair, keeping my hand on his arm, I place my head down on the bed next to his hand. Closing my eyes I think about this long ass night. I shouldn’t have worked him so hard.
I don’t know how long my eyes are closed, but I feel a thumb rubbing my hand and I jolt up. I see Justin looking at me. “What happened?”
“You passed out. But you’re going to be okay,” I say, subconsciously rubbing my hand over his. “The doctor said you were over-working yourself.”
“I... I don’t remember. The last thing I remember is you driving me somewhere and that’s it.” I look at his face as he scrunches his nose.
Thinking of what it could be, I smile. "Yeah... uh, I know your not exactly living at the Ritz, are you?”
“I used to fucking have better, but this is what he’s reduced to me to. The bottom of the fucking food chain,” he says and looks away as I put my hand on his chin and turn his face towards me.
I look into his eyes. “I think you would be the best on the bottom.” He smirks and laughs with me.
“Thanks, but uh, well,” he starts and I see him smiling. “I told you before, you can grind and touch but you won’t get it.” He closes his eyes a little and I know he’s still half out of it.
Rubbing his hair out of his face I can’t help but think to myself, ‘Yes, you keep saying that, but we’ll see.’
His eyes shoot open and he looks at me, “What, did I say that out loud?” Thinking it wasn’t just in my head and he gives me a look. “Ok maybe not.”
“I have tons of allergies and no insurance.” He looks worried.
“Justin, Justin, calm down. I found the allergy list, and no worries on the insurance. It’s taken care of. They understand you just moved here.” I run a hand over his head and he looks up at me and nods.
“But, I can’t afford this,” he tells me and looks away, “I can’t afford anything since he fucked me over.”
“And not in a good life affirming way.” He looks at me and gives me a little smile and shakes his head.
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly,” he says as his eyes close again. I lean against the chair and watch him rest.
The door opens and the doctor comes in and Justin opens his eyes. “Well look who’s awake.”
“Yes, so all I need is rest?” Justin asks as the doctor comes over.
“Well, not exactly,” the doctor says and he looks from me to Justin. I move over by him and Justin looks up at me as the doctor looks back and forth between us.
“Well what the fuck is it, Doctor?” I hate when they do that shit.
“Well, you’re going to be parents.” He smiles out at us and I look down at Justin who looks paler then before.
“I’m… me… I’m pregnant?” Justin stutters out.
“Yes, you and your partner are going to be parents.” Justin looks at me and I can tell he’s confused but freaked out as he once again passes out and falls into my chest.
I look down at Justin. “Oh not again... pregnant... but, then again, it will make Gus happy." Fuck what is it about this damn blond that would make me even consider this shit?
__________________________________________________
Remember, Brian and Justin have not had sex, the baby is not Brian's. The last line is Brian's 'smart ass' remark on handling the situation