Once he was let into the room, Hunter never left Sebastian's side. Even if the man had yet to open his eyes, Hunter stayed, holding his hand, talking to him, as if he were conscious there with him. He watched as doctor after doctor would walk in, take a look at his chart, smile sadly at Hunter and walk out, without a word. He hated it. Especially when he could tell which ones had a problem with him being there, being gay. One in particular would make comments to himself, just loud enough for him to hear. It really upset him. There lie his boyfriend, in a hospital bed, shot, for protecting people, and this guy thinks he can just say stuff about him? About them?There were some days Hunter was fed up, occasionally snapping at a nurse or two who wasn't gentle enough with Sebastian. "Careful! You'll hurt him!" He would practically jump from his chair to help, pulling Sebastians body into his arms, as they would change sheets or just check on the wound. No one dared to argue with him, knowing he was just being protective. There were wires and tubes everywhere. All the nurses assumed he was just scared. Most of them were, for the couple.

2 weeks. Sebastian had been asleep for 2 weeks, the day he groaned and moved alittle. Hunter immeaditly looked up from his phone, pushing it into his pocket. "Sebastian? Are you awake?" Hunter asked quietly. When Sebastian groaned again, he moved closer to the bed. "Come on baby. Come back to me. Let's see those eyes." He pleaded. Sebastian opened them slowly, blinking a few times. His voice, raspy as he looked at Hunter.

"Hunter?"

He sighed with relief. "Yea baby. It's me. How are you feeling? You know where you are right? You know what happened?" Seb nodded, slowly, as he began to remember everything. He felt himself go pale, and he rolled slowly away from his boyfriend. "I was the only one to come back?"

"Yea Seb. Just you. Want to talk about it?"

"I want to sleep." He said quietly. Morgan was gone. That set in now, his best friend a nineteen year old. Killed, protecting him.

"Baby you should eat something. It's been two weeks. Is there anything I can get you?" Hunter tried.

"Mcdonalds?" He whispered. He wanted to get Hunter out of that chair, knowing all to well that he had been there the entire time he was asleep. "Please?" When Hunter nodded, and kissed his forehead, he smiled lightly. "Thank you." As soon as he left the room he broke, tears falling from his eyes. Morgan was truly gone. There was no doubt in his mind now.

He sat there crying, the flashback playing over in his head. He brought the pillow to his chest, hugging it tightly. Sebastian missed his friend, he should have been dead, not Morgan. Doctors came in, looking at him, asking if he were okay, and he would just nod.

Hunter came back quicker than expected, food in hand. Seeing the tears littering his cheeks, he put the food down on the table, laying down on the bed next to his boyfriend. Hunter's arms immediately, but gently, wrapped around Sebastian. "Shhh, I've got you baby. You're okay hun." Hunter whispered gently. "Baby, what happened? You were okay a few minutes ago. Does something hurt?"

Sighing, and attempting to stop his tears, the marine buried his face into his boyfriends shoulder. "He's gone." He whimpered. That was all he could muster. No one really had any clue as to what he was talking about. His Sergeant hadn't told Hunter about anything that happened over seas.