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A/ N: Thank you my little Monsters. I've gotten so many reviews and I've been trying to write but writers block as been kicking my ass. So thank you My Little Monsters for staying and reading so here you go Chapter 2. Love you Please Enjoy this.

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Waking Up

Justin stirred and whimpered as he slowly regained consciousness. Still groggy from the effects of the anesthesia, he turned his head and looked over at Brian who was sleeping on his hand as he held it. Justin closed his eyes as he realized that Brian knew what had happened. There was no hiding the fact that he had been raped and beaten. His heart full of love for this man, Justin peered over at Brian before running a hand through his hair as he smiled. He couldn't help the cough that erupted just then as Brian woke up with a jolt and looked at over him.

"Shit! You're awake!" Brian exclaimed in relief and stood up to lean over and kiss his head as he smoothed back Justin's hair. Justin smiled and pulled him down slowly as he kissed him before pulling back to gaze up into his partner's troubled eyes.

"Don't let anyone else that isn't a doctor touch me," he whispered, pain in his eyes and desperation in his voice. Brian nodded and sat back down next to his bedside, still clutching his hand.

"They're going to have to keep you for a few days and test you for HIV," Brian told him, a touch of regret in his voice. "But I want you to know – I'm never leaving you again. You will come home to Britin and paint from there. If you do have it, well, I don't give a flying fuck; you're mine and I'm yours, and I am never letting you go again. This will NOT happen ever again," Brian vowed, tears building in his eyes. It would be the first time he would ever cry in front of Justin. "I almost lost you for good this time," he whispered as he cried into Justin's arm.

Justin reached over and stroked his hair, nodding in understanding. Brian hadn't said the actual words, but he knew just the same. "I love you, too" he whispered as he scooted closer to his partner.

"Come lie down with me, "he urged him softly as he looked into Brian's eyes. Brian nodded and rose to take off his coat and his suit jacket and hang them over the back of his chair before he walked the few steps over to Justin and lay next to him, pulling him close. Brian closed his eyes as Justin started to sob into his chest. He would never let this happen again. He believed that if Justin had never left Pittsburgh, he would have been fine and safe from harm. He had sent him to New York, and now he would spend the rest of his life making it up to his lover no matter what the cost.

Justin finally stopped sobbing as his breathing became deep and even. He had fallen asleep. Brian closed his eyes and kept his arms protectively around him.

Later the next day Brian woke up just before the nurse on day shift duty walked into the room and discovered them still nestled together. She promptly scolded Brian for sleeping in the bed with Justin, but she smiled softly in understanding when she was told why. "Ok," she acquiesced, but just don't do it again, and if you do just make sure the doctor catches you and not me," she teased him as she checked to make sure Justin's vitals were good. She replaced the bag attached to his IV and quietly left the room, but not before giving Brian a wink for good measure.

Brian sat up and disentangled himself from Justin before he walked over to the chair to retrieve his bag and start changing his clothes. He stared at Justin, who had fallen back asleep for a few minutes before he sat down on the edge of the bed beside him.

"Come on, baby," he whispered softly as he stroked some hair away from his bangs. "Wake up. You fought so hard the first time; you can do it again now, Justin. Come on," he entreated just before he heard the door opening. Brian looked up and saw Michael and Ben arriving.

"How in the hell did you…?" He started to ask, but he was cut off.

"Ted and Cynthia," they explained at the same time.

"Get out!" Brian growled as he stood up and walked over to them; he tried to push them out into the hall so they wouldn't disturb Justin, but the men were insistent.

"We just want to see him," Ben pressed, concerned for his friends.

"Well, you can't because he isn't awake. He's needs his rest and he needs me! He called ME, not you, not Jen – ME. And I will be here when he..." Brian stopped talking as he heard a scream rip from Justin's lungs.

"BRIANNNNNNNN!" Justin screamed, jolting up in the bed into a sitting position. Brian ran over to his bedside to sit down and grab him as he wrapped his arms around him tightly. Pulling him close against him, he whispered soothing words to try and calm him down. Michael and Ben watched from the door as they noticed the pure terror on Justin's face; after about a minute, however, his face relaxed as he melted into Brian's embrace as Brian continued to comfort him.

Justin held onto Brian as if his life depended on it. "Please, please make it stop," he whimpered into Brian's neck before he passed out.

In alarm, Brian hit the emergency nurse button, enormously relieved when a nurse arrived seconds later. Apparently, the nurses had quickly become fond of the two lovers. They checked Justin's IV attachments and reassured him that the doctor would be in soon to check on him.

Brian looked over at Ben and Michael, who were quietly standing just inside the doorway before he shook his head as he began to cry, hiding his face into Justin's side. Michael walked up behind him and rubbed his back in support, while Ben sat down on the other side of Justin.

"He'll be okay, Brian," Michael reassured him. "He's strong; and he has you."

Two days later, Justin was chomping at the bit to get out of the hospital, and be with his family and friends. He was tired of being reminded of what had happened. Justin and Brian were laughing and joking about what they would do when he got out. It was a remarkable scene, considering what he had been through just a few days ago.

"We can move to Britin together," Brian said, not realizing at that moment that he had not told Justin that he had kept the house.

"You...You kept the house?" he asked, shocked. "Why?"

Brian gazed into his eyes. "Because I remembered what you said, about always coming back, no matter where you were."

Justin hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately. "Oh, Brian," he whispered as he smiled, tears forming in his eyes.

The doctor came in before Brian could say anything. "Congratulations, Mr. Taylor, you can finally go home. Just take it easy for a few days and get some rest and we will follow up in a few months."

Justin smiled in relief. "Thanks, Doc."

"I'll go sign the papers to get you out," Brian whispered; he looked into his eyes for a moment before he leaned down and kissed him. He walked out and went in search of the nurse's station so he could sign the discharge paperwork. Justin, in the meantime, changed and gathered his things.

Thirty minutes later, Brian came back in and grabbed Justin's bag. Smiling, he took Justin's hand. "Let's go home." He laughed, pulling Justin close to him as they walked out of the room and headed toward the car.

Justin looked at him. "I need to stop by my apartment to get some clothes," he whispered.

Brian slowed and stiffened at the thought. "No, I will buy you new clothes and things; I won't let you go back there."

"Brian, please! I want my damn clothes!" Justin insisted. "I'll be fine," he reassured him. "I have you with me, so just stop," Justin snapped in frustration as he walked to the Jeep. Getting in, he slammed the door closed more forcefully than necessary.

Brian walked to the car, placed Justin's bag in the back, and slid in behind the driver's wheel. "Ok," he decided. "I'll take you there, but as soon as you're done we lock up and leave," he told him as he stared straight ahead and started up the car. Reluctantly he turned in the direction of Justin's 'home.'

Brian and Justin arrived at the apartment a few minutes later. As Justin opened the car door and got out, he found that he was nervous as hell. Walking over to Brian, who had emerged from the driver's side, he grabbed his hand and held onto his arm.

Brian looked down at him in concern. "Are you okay, Justin?" he asked as he looked at him. Justin nodded and kissed him before walking to the door to unlock it and walk inside. He ignored the blood and the broken glass scattered around the small space and walked into his bedroom. He closed his eyes and shivered as he stood there reliving the attack, feeling Brian rubbing his back and whispering comforting words. Justin smiled at his touch, knowing he was safe as he grabbed a bag. He walked to his closet and started to shove his clothes into the duffel bag. He grabbed some books from the dresser drawers. He sighed when he was finally finished, filling up three bags and a box. He and Brian left the house and headed toward the sweet love and comfort of Britin and their friends. Justin smiled as he held Brian's hand tightly as they drove onto the highway; he was finally going home. He was finally safe from everything as long as he had Brian to protect him.