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Chapter 2: Recovery (SM/JM)

The tall, fair-haired man slung the limp body over his shoulder and brought it to the car with the blacked out windows. He gently laid the body across the backseat, strapping it down so it wouldn't move. He checked the pulse and his worry vanished. It was a weak pulse, but a pulse to work with all the same.

"Don't worry…I'll nurse you back to health…" he whispered, gently brushing the dark hair from his master's face. "Jimmy.." he whispered. He closed the door and got in the drivers seat. He drove off to their flat and got the body out of the car and carried it upstairs to the flat. He unlocked the door and slipped inside, bolting the door behind him. He gently lay Jim's body on the big bed and stripped off his clothes.

He got the first aid kit and patched up the gunshot wound in his neck. "Just grazed you, like I promised. Enough to make you seem dead…" he whispered. He pressed his lips to the dressing gently and sighed. "You'll be alright Jimmy…" he whispered.

He went to the fridge and got the blood bag and brought it to the room, and put Jim on a drip IV, attaching the blood. "I have to go buy a few things…I'll be back soon…" he whispered and kissed Jim's forehead.

Just as he was about to walk away, Jim's hand reached out and caught the taller man's. "Sebby…" he whispered, voice barely audble. Sebastian froze and turned around, taking Jim's hand in his own.

"Jim…" he whispered. "How are you feeling?" he asked quietly.

"Like shit…and sleepy.." he chuckled. Jim's eyes closed, and reopened slowly.

"I know…You lost a lot of blood. More than I had planned for…it took them so long to clear out..and then you up and disappeared…" he sighed, retracting his anger for now. "But it's nothing I can't handle. You will live, and you will get better." he sighed. "I promise." he added quietly.

Jim squeezed Sebastian's hand lightly. "I know Sebby…" he whispered weakly.

Sebastian leaned down and pressed his lips to Jim's cold ones. "I have to pick up a few things from the grocery. I'll be back soon." he smiled gently.

Jim nodded sleepily and drifted off to sleep, his grip loosening from Sebastian's hand.

Sebastian smiled and watched Jim sleep for a moment, his face unnaturally pleasant. He sighed and hurried out of the flat, locking the door on his way out. He hated leaving Jim alone