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James glared out the window as the car began to pull up to the hospital. His cold glare made anyone outside who was looking at him flinch as though just had a volley of fire launched at them. "Are you going to be-"
"Mom, why don't I go and get James booked in?" Drogon smiled at his youngest brother encouragingly while the other two siblings just raised their eyebrows questioningly.
"Why don't we all just go in together-" Rhaegal was cut off as James, Drogon and Daenerys turned with slight glares.
"It was just a question!" Viserion defended her brother but James just muttered under his breath before throwing the door open and slowly beginning to limp towards the doorway. Drogon shifted uneasily at seeing his brother struggling with the simple task.
"James wait up I'll come with-"
"Don't bother." He snarled and slammed the hospital door behind him.

Drogon slowly turned with a glare back to his other two siblings who were sat next to him. "We said you could come with. It took us hours to get James to agree you could come! We had to call Jojen to come and persuade him!" Drogon snarled as though admitting they had to get the boy to come and help was the worst thing he had done all day long. "What was our one condition to you both being able to come?"
"We don't say anything. No matter we hear or see." Both said at once with a roll of their eyes.
"You say nothing! Then what is the first thing you do when we get here?"
"We opened our big mouths." Both said in a bored tone but stopped when they saw the ferocious glare in their brother's eyes.
"Mom can they just wait in the car? This is going to be hard enough on James anyway." But Daenerys just stayed quiet as she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text.
"Behave." She said coldly and all her kids fell quiet.

For a couple of minutes she just sat there with her hand curled tightly around the steering wheel. Her grip was so tight it made her hands go pale but her gaze was locked on the door as she counted the minutes as she did every time they got here. "Mom... you don't have to go in. I can go and sign the forms why don't you go and get some coffee... maybe you can call Jorah and meet up with him?" Drogon said casually.

She hid her puffy red eyes as she slowly nodded. "Okay." Drogon smiled gently at her before twitched his head for his siblings to follow. "I'll make sure he is okay." Drogon whispered and hugged his Mom tightly "I promise." He gave her a smile before he stepped out the car. Drogon looked at his two siblings and nodded his head for them to keep it down as he held the door open for them.

Rhaegal frowned slightly as he walked down the corridors. You'd think the hospital would look a bit more welcoming? He looked over to Viserion who seemed to be having the same thought process as him.

Now the thing about him and his sister. They prided themselves on being able to talk with their eyes. Just by the way that they could exchange glances they could have an entire conversation by reading each others expressions. Drogon told them to keep it down. Well... The way they could talk didn't need noise did it? So he wouldn't be breaking his or mother's rules. I wonder why mother was crying? Viserion shot him a questioning glance.
I wonder who she sent that text to?
"You both drive me crazy." Drogon muttered as he looked over his shoulder. "You're about to see why mother was crying. If you stare at James' leg, I promise I will drag you home myself."
He really is too over protective. Rhaegal sneered at his brother's back.
"I'll remind you of that next time you they bully you at school."

After that the siblings fell into silence until they saw James with his hood up catching his breath. His emerald jacket was unzipped but yet he kept his face hidden beneath the cloth. Drogon took a seat next to his brother and began to run his hand gently across James' back. "It's okay. Catch your breath." He whispered.

Rhaegal stared slightly uneasy at this sight of James looking so worn. "Don't worry. Maybe the nurse can cut today sessions short if you're tired?"
"Hey beautiful." A soft voice whispered.

Rhaegal raised his eyebrow as Drogon became completely tense. "Jojen." A broken croak escaped from James as the boy took a crouch in front of him. He was wearing his signature skinny jeans like James but wore a white shirt and black leather jacket. His hair was a curled mess but Rhaegal just frowned suddenly mirroring the jealousy that obviously Drogon was feeling. "Hey, it's okay." Jojen gave a smile. "Do you want some help getting into the room?"

James paused and all three siblings watched with burning eyes. Viserion scoffed "James never-"
"Please." He whispered.

Viserion's eye twitched slightly as she watched Jojen help the boy rise to his feet. "James? Would you like to come on through. Is there anyone you want-"
"No." James whispered quietly before he was taken through the plain white door.

Leaving Jojen with just the three siblings who were now glaring pointedly at him.

Drogon eased back into the chair and Jojen took a seat next to him. "You guys might want to move away from the door." Drogon muttered as he closed his eyes tightly.
"Why would we-"

Then the screams started again.

Both sibling slowly turned as the screaming smashed through them. It was like a deadly poison. Slowly it started to tear into them as it coursed towards their hearts. "What the hell are they doing to him in there?!" Rhaegal snarled. "Drogon stop them!"
"I can't-"
"But listen to him screaming!" Viserion shouted. "DON'T YOU CARE!? STOP THEM!"
"DO YOU THINK THAT I HAVEN'T TRIED?!" Drogon stood and towered over his two smaller siblings. "DO YOU THINK THAT I HAVEN'T TRIED GOING IN THERE TO SUPPORT JAMES! DO YOU THINK THAT I HAVEN'T TRIED TO PERSUADE HIM TO STOP HIMSELF FROM GOING THROUGH THIS EVERYDAY!?"

Now Rhaegal and Viserion stopped as they stared at him. "You and mother have to listen to this every day?"
"For half an hour at a time-"

Drogon stopped as he finally realised. The screaming had stopped.

Rhaegal shot him a confused look. "Quickest half an hour I've ever spent."

The white door opened back up slowly and the Nurse herself looked slightly confused as she looked around the room. "Um... which one of you is Jojen?"
"Me. Why?" The boy looked up from where he had been sat. He had been holding his head in an attempt to block out the sound of screaming but just like the others he was more than surprised at the fact that it had been silenced after only a couple of minutes. He had been doing this most of the week now. He and James had met on the Monday and now that Wednesday was here Jojen had got used to coming to support the boy. It was strange that in such a short time they had become so good friends... especially after what had happened in the pool on monday.

The nurse shifted her weight on her feet. "Um... if you wouldn't mind... James asked if you would come in while we do this?" She seemed completely surprised by her own words and scared by the cold glares that the siblings were pointing at her.
"Sure." Jojen slowly rose and looked over his shoulder and the cold burning gaze that Drogon was giving him.

But when he entered the room his heart dropped.

It wasn't so much as a room as much as almost like a giant hall. The roof was a sky light so you had a perfect sight of the hot cloudless sky. The floor was made of varnished oak strips but was smooth and cool to walk on. "Jojen?" He turned his attention away from where he had been looking to the mirrors in the corner which were like a dance studio. Two bars rested next to a mat.

But then he locked his eyes on James.

The boy was in a pair of shorts and laid back across a basic hospital bed. His leg was exposed and gleamed with sweat just like his face. His hair was plastered down thickly to his brow and his breathing was sharp and painful. "J-James?" He walked over quickly and crouched next to the boy. He took the bronze hand in his own and tried for a smile. "Hey beautiful. Are you okay?"
"Please. Don't leave." He whimpered.
"I came in didn't I? I'm never going to leave you. I promise." Jojen pulled out his Ipod and held out a headphone. "Can I try something?" James nodded and Jojen put one headphone in their ears before he started playing: The Cab- Lock me up. James faintly smiled at this and closed his eyes. "If you need to scream just scream into my chest. Squeeze my hand when there's pain." James stared wide eye before he pulled Jojen down and felt himself wrapped in the loving protective embrace.

Jojen slowly turned his head away and watched the nurse as she crouched down. "You might not want to look. I have try and move the ankle and then see if there is any change in the condition of the bone." Jojen watched James' face become hardened as he burrowed it closer into the material. "James if it hurts. Scream. Don't keep it in."

Then the nurse began her work.

James gripped Jojen's hand as possibly tight as he could. His voice was beginning to give way after screaming. For ten minutes it carried it on before the nurse gave up with a sigh. "I can't carry this on if he's in this much pain."
"Well of course he's going to scream! The pain he's in!" He slowly turned his gaze away from her though it was tinged with annoyance. "James?" Jojen locked eyes with him. "You can do it. Just last a bit longer okay?" He wiped away James' tears softly as he reset the song. James seemed to like it. "Okay, last bit." The nurse gave a sharp push on the ankle as she pushed it back into place.

Jojen kept his face masked free of emotion as he ran his hands through the boy's hair while he bit on his lips so hard that he drew blood.

The nurse nodded slowly. "Okay. I've seen enough."
"It's gotten worse hasn't it?"
"How about I leave you two alone for a bit while I go and give these results to your consultant." She avoided the question openly as she stood and walks as quickly as she could out the room.

Both boy's listen to the lyrics in their ears as the they locked eyes with each other. "Lock me up with joy and kisses, lock me up with love. Chain me to your heart's desires. I don't want you to stop." James just stared nervously at the other boy. He glared where the nurse had left and slowly began to push himself up. Blood was dripping down his lip but he didn't care as he slowly tried to stand. "James don't." He tried to place his foot down and bit even harder into his lip stubbornly. "Please James." Jojen whispered and stopped as he turned back to gaze into those brown puppy dog eyes. "I know you want to go back to being a dancer." Jojen's eyes moved over to the corner where the mirrors and bar were set up. That was just a cruel taunt and reminder to James. It was not fair that the boy had to stare at this every day. "I don't want you in pain. I don't want to see you pushing yourself so much that your whole body is tearing itself apart! James your whole family have been alienated from you because you want to do this alone! You cannot do this without help from your family and you can't keep shutting them out!"
"Why."

Jojen stopped as curious eyes were piercing through him. He shifted nervously in the chair next to James. "Because they're your family and-"
"No. You know what I mean. Why don't you want me in pain?"
"Why don't you. Lock me up." The music still played in both their ears. "Over joy. Over you. Boy that's what you do-"
"Because I love you." He whispered and leaned in slowly planting a kiss on James' lips.

A couple of minutes passed between them after the kiss was broke. Jojen was pale and felt his heart pumping unbelievably hard. "Well then." James whispered finally. "It's a good thing that I love you back." He grabbed Jojen's collar gently and pulled the boy back down for a kiss.

He smiled faintly as he realised something about the kiss.

For everything that he felt was wrong with his life.

Jojen's arms wrapped around him. His soft lips on his own.

That was the thing that felt right.