A/N: I'm trying to make the slashy thoughts go away, so I wrote a friendship fic to see if that would help...I'm not sure yet if it did. Anyway, here's a little drabble about Tim Riggins. I'm not sure how I feel about the ending...maybe I'll change it. Feedback is appreciated...flames will be used to make s'mores for the nice reviewers. No spoilers, please! I've only seen the first few episodes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Friday Night Lights
He Visits
He visits. Late at night, after Lyla leaves. He slips inside, has a quick argument with the head nurse on duty, convinces her to let him stay and makes her promise not to tell anyone he was there.
He doesn't go in the room. He doesn't want to disturb Jason's peaceful sleep. Instead, he leans against the door and watches. He listens to the soft beep from monitors and watches Jason's chest rise and fall with his breathing.
It is now that he lets tears fall. Unaided by alcohol or Lyla's anger, true tears slip down his cheeks. When they halt, he knows it is time to leave.
This is what he reminds himself of when Lyla yells hat him. It is how he justifies not visiting during the day, when Jason is awake.
He tells himself it is enough.
He tells himself it counts.
He visits. Really, he does.