Here ya go Vessy 3 Sequel as promised.

Lamont/Worth, a little more blatant, though. XD

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"Hold the hell still- OW! Shit, Worth knock it off!" Lamont smacked the blonde in the head, earning a laugh from the man. "If I bump you and there's still a fuckin hole in your back it could start bleeding again." The black haired man continued to remove the third set of the weekly bandages from Worth's back, the taller man wincing and twisting his spine. Worth didn't make any move to object to his friend's order. For once.

"There. Can ya pass me the tape?" Lamont asked, and Worth readily complied, handing the roll over, which he had already had in hand. Lamont exhaled good humouredly at the little crescents in the white tape which Worth had made subconsciously.

"Ya nervous or something?" Lamont asked, slightly teasing, finishing the last set of bandaging

"Why wouldja think that?" Worth turned when Lamont patted his shoulder signaling he was done.

"No reason…Ya just seemed tense."

"It hurt. Tha's all." Worth shrugged, getting used to the tape again. The bullet would had been sutured and had been healing really well since the incident. Worth had been somewhat…dependent lately. He didn't want to be left alone, but other than that, he was normal. Well...as close to normal as a doctor who broke all common health regulations working out of a filthy apartment could get.

Lamont smiled. "'lright then. I think I'm done here." He stood and helped Worth up, who stood as he gathered his balance and once again towered a few inches over the five and a half foot man.

"I think I better get going…" Lamont dug his hand into his coat pocket, jingling the set of keys, double checking that they were still there. Worth paled slightly at the sentence.

"Why dya gotta go so soon, Monty? Ya got nothing t' do t'day." Worth said, trying to hide his still existing weakness.

Lamont had realized that after the first week of checking on Worth every day, the gunshot had inflicted psychological damage as well as physical. Worth, now, hated to be left alone for extended periods of time. The morning of Lamont's discovery of Worth laying on the street corner had been hectic after sunrise. The bullet had fallen, and the two friends laughed about it until noon. After that, when Lamont tried to leave, Worth had had somewhat of a panic attack, begging Lamont not to leave him alone. His mind had affiliated being alone to getting shot. Lamont understood, though, and called in sick again. The next day: Same story.

Lamont hadn't been into work for three weeks. Of course he had to tell them he was taking care of a friend, but he didn't tell who. Nor what was wrong with said friend.

If you ever wanted to get anywhere in this world, Lamont had figured years ago, you gave as little detail in explanation as possible.

Lamont had continued staying with Worth, leaving his side for only an hour at a time to restock food supplies, or whatever else needed to be done.

As time continued, Worth's begging had dulled to a quick question, or point, as he had just displayed.

And Lamont still played along.

"'lright Worth. Why don't you come with to work then."

"Why?"

"Because I haven't been to work in a month and I have a lot of delivering to do." They had had this conversation ten times already. Lamont figured that if they had the same conversation, Worth's improvement would be more obvious through different replies.

"…No" Same answer. Lamont wasn't surprised.

"We could go another way?" Worth looked at Lamont with somewhat of a glare, jaw jutting out.

"Okay then…Lemme get my phone to call in again." Lamont smiled.

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Chapter one done~

-Jazz