He wasn't supposed to be there. This wasn't supposed to happen. He would be okay if he had only listened. If, for once, he didn't insist on being on the front line. If he had just stayed safely behind closed doors.

Jay tightened his hands around the steering wheel, his knuckles bone - white.

He sped through every red light, not in the least caring how many traffic laws he was breaking. In the end, what did it matter? What did it matter if he was not okay? What did anything matter if he was not okay?

He raced into the lot of Chicago Med, parking his car haphazardly. Blood pumping through his veins, heart racing as he ran. He stopped at the information desk, the words escaping from his mouth. The words of the receptionist a hollow echo reaching him from far away. The only clear words from everything she said were the directions to his room. He turned around with the murmuring, "Thank you," almost as an after thought. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, almost pass the door of the room he was looking for.

Stopping just outside to catch his breath. Calming himself down as to not worry the person on the other side. Timidly, he opened the door and stepped through. His heart lurching as his eyes fell upon the person laying peacefully in the hospital bed.

He collapsed into the chair beside their bed, grabbing their hand as he intimately whispered, just loud enough for them two to hear,"Mouse."

Mouse's eyes fluttered open, a smile playing with his delicate features. The colour was drained from his skin, leaving him pale - paler than usual. Drips ran in and out of his porcelain skin.

"Hey," he said, his voice hoarse. He winced, his face scrunching up as if speaking brought him pain. Curling his fingers tighter around Jay's hand, he gripped firmly.

Jay smiled down at him, tears that he had been holding in began falling down his cheeks, dripping on to the sheet.

"Shut up, don't say another word until I'm done. What were you thinking?"

Furiously he wiped the tears from his eyes, removing his hand from Mouse's. The worry overcame him, boiled over.

"Seriously, Mouse, what were you thinking? Were you even thinking thinking at all. You could have been killed."

Mouse looked at him, smilingly, Jay's outburst seemingly having no effect on him.

"I could have been, but I wasn't. It's not even that deep of a wound, Jay. You worry too much."

"' i worry too much. ' Mouse, are you even hearing yourself?" the words fading, lost in his throat as he choked on them, hot and burning tears beginning to fall. "You could have been killed. Mouse, I could have lost you. I almost did."

He leaned in towards Mouse, kissing him slowly and gently. Pulling away, resting his head on the bed. Their fingers finding each another again, intertwining. Their breathing in sync.

They sat in a comfortable silence, their love enveloping them in a kind of blanket, blocking the rest of the world out.

Mouse turned his face towards Jay, licking his dry and cracked lips, the sound of his voice only slightly altering the emotional silence between them.

"Why did we end this? I don't even remember anymore," he smiled, taking a breath and swallowing deeply. "Whatever it was, I don't care. I'm moving back in."

Their eyes met over the short distance between them. Smiles turning into sweet, beautiful laughter. Words not needed, never needed when it came to them.

"Of cause you're moving back in. You'll need someone to look after you, won't you?"

"Nurse Jay? I think I could get used to that."