I do not own QAf of characters

POV will constantly be moving around from now on. I'm sorry for any errors and for being vague on some things (hospital procedure, care and recouping from certain injuries, ect.)

Brian and Justin finally see each other again! Please enjoy!

He barely acknowledged the couple of times a nurse stuck her head in. He dozed as the hours passed, just waiting.

"Back I see."

Brian opened his eyes to see a homely nurse standing next to the bed, checking the monitors.

"I would say I'm glad to see you, sweetie," she went on easily as if Justin could hear her. "But not like this."

Brian watched as she flipped through the pages on her clipboard.

"You're looking a little skinny," the nurse said in a motherly-scolding fashion. "You're not eating enough. I told you that you have to get good to stay strong and healthy."

"Little late for that, Chrissy."

Brian sat up straight at Justin's rough voice.

"Don't give me that," the nurse said lightly, not acting surprised to hear Justin speak. "Now tell me how you feel."

"Like I was run over by a truck," Justin groaned without opening his eyes. His body hurt, but in that distant way that meant he was on painkillers of some kind.

"I think it was a car."

Justin's eyes flew open at the sound of Brian's voice. He instantly squeezed them shut against the bright light.

"Br…Brian?" He stuttered softly, his heart pounding, echoed by the machines he was hooked up to.

"Were you expecting Emmitt?"

"I wasn't expecting anyone," he admitted softly. "Why are you here?"

"The hospital called," Brian said calmly.

"Are you in any pain, sweetie?" Chrissy asked gently.

"Some," Justin said as he slowly opened his eyes. He gave the nurse a weak smile. "How long have I been here?"

She gave him a gentle and understanding look. "Eighteen hours."

His eyes widened. That long?

"I'll be right back in with you some medicine, sweetie," she said kindly.

"Thanks," he said softly and watched as she walked out.

"You know the nurse by name without seeing her?" Brian asked lightly, remaining in his chair. He knew if he got up he would end up at the bed and pulling the young man into his arms.

"She's the night nurse," Justin explained slowly as he used his good hand to push the control to raise the bed up a little.

Brian stared at him as he did. He did look a little thinner than Brian remembered.

"She took care of me the last time I was here."

"Last two times," the nurse said walking back into the room with a cup of water and one of those little paper cups that usually held pills.

"What were you here for?" Brian asked, worried.

"Nothing serious," Justin muttered as he looked at his immobile arm.

"You dislocated your shoulder," the nurse explained as she held the little cup out to Justin. "And your last two visits may not be as serious as this one, but they were still serious."

"What happened?" Brian asked, watching the nurse dump several pills into Justin's waiting hand.

"I had a bad reaction to a medicine," Justin said, pointedly not looking in Brian's direction. "Then pancreatitis."

Brian frowned as the blond tossed all the pills into his mouth at one time. Pancreatitis? That wasn't really common for a man Justin's age.

He watched as Justin gulped some water, swallowing down the pills effortlessly.

"You need to rest," the nurse told him. "The doctor will be in shortly to see you."

"Thanks, Chrissy."

Brian watched the woman leave the room then looked back to Justin, who had his eyes closed once again. He looked at the man, at a loss for words, something that was rare for him.

"Why are you here?" Justin asked softly.

"The hospital called," he said again.

"Why are you still here?" Justin said keeping his eyes closed. He didn't want to look at Brian, it was hard enough being in the room with him. He wanted so bad to have the older man with him, but knew he couldn't. He couldn't be around him.

"To make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," he said calmly, lying. His head hurt and his sides ached. He hoped whatever Chrissy gave him kicked in soon.

"You've never been a good lair," Brian said lightly.

Justin didn't say anything. He really wasn't a good lair. He'd only managed to pull of his biggest lie by being cruel with it.

"I thought you left town," Brian said after an eternity.

"I was going to," he admitted softly, his eyes still closed. "I just couldn't afford it."

Brian nodded, but didn't say anything as the doctor walked in. He sat silently as the doctor talked to Justin then as Justin fell asleep.

He needed to leave now. Justin was going to be fine. Brian needed to leave. He wanted the blond in his life too much, but he didn't want to be in Brian's. It would be best if he left now.

Justin looked up when the door opened, ready to ask the nurse to call him a cab. He was released to go home as long as he had someone to keep an eye on him. Justin had lied and said his roommate would.

He shut his mouth in surprise when he found Brian walking calmly into the room.

The man was dressed in casual jeans and a nice black button-up shirt, looking just as gorgeous as always.

"What are you doing here?" Justin asked past his pounding heart. He had been relieved to find the man gone when he woke up. He'd hoped it meant that Brian had left for good.

"Giving you a ride home," Brian said smoothly, his eyes going over the scrubs Justin was wearing.

"I can get there on my own," Justin said, trying to sound cold.

Brian raised a brow and looked at him in his calm and confident way. Damn him.

"I'll take you home," Brian said firmly. "Then you can let your roommate take care of you."

Justin tried not to wince. Apparently Brian had heard his lie. At least he bought it.

"I don't need your help," he said with a glare, hoping he wasn't betraying himself with his eyes.

"Quit being a princess," he said. The words had often been said with a smile in the past, but there was no smile now, just a known set to his jaw.

Justin sighed. He knew Brian Kinney and he knew he wouldn't win this. "Fine," he groused and slowly stood up.

His stomach hurt, his sides ached, his chest hurt with every breath, and his head ached. The only thing not hurting was his shoulder.

He let himself be wheeled out of the hospital, climbed carefully into Brian's 'Vett, and told him how to get to his apartment. He would have to move as soon as he could, just in case Brian passed along where he was staying.

Justin stared out the window as they rode in silence. He didn't know what to say to the man, the man he loved. He knew the safest was to say nothing.

"This isn't the way," he said when he noticed they weren't heading in the right direction.

"To the loft it is," Brian said calmly.

Justin's heart started to pound. "You said you would take me home."

"My home," Brian said.

Justin looked at him. "No," he said strongly. "Either take me to my apartment or let me out here."

"You need someone to take care of you for a day or two," Brian reminded him.

"No, I don't," he protested.

"Justin, you're hurt," he said calmly. "You can only use one arm, you can't lift anything. The doctor said you shouldn't even be moving around too much today. The only reason they let you out is if you have someone to help you."

"I have someone," he lied.

"You're roommate?" Brian asked in that tone that said he didn't believe it.

"Just let me out," Justin said and looked out his window, refusing to look at Brian. "I have to go home."

"You need someone to help you, at least for a day or two."

"Why the fuck do you care?" Justin asked harshly, forcing himself to look at the other man.

Brian was silent for a long minute as he continued to drive towards his loft. Why did he care? Because this was Justin.

"Just accept the help, you stupid little twat," he finally said.

"No," Justin countered.

Brian shouldn't have been surprised. Justin had always been stubborn.

"Fine," he said. "When we get to the loft, you're welcome to call a taxi, if you can walk down the stairs." He wasn't going to let him do it, but he knew once they got there he would be able to argue Justin inside.

"You know I can't," Justin said tensely.

"Then accept my help," Brian said. "For a day or two."

"Why?" He asked. "Why are you insisting on this?"

Brian looked over at him for a long second then back to the road. "Because despite what you think and what you said, I do give a shit," he admitted. "So shut the fuck up. You're staying with me for the next two days."

Justin slumped in his seat and Brian knew he won. "I still have to go home."

"Why?"

"Clothes for a start."

Brian raised a brow. "I have sweats you can wear tonight. I'll go to your place and pick up some clothes later."

"No," Justin said quickly. "I have to go home."

"You are staying-"

"With you," Justin said in defeat. "But I still have to go home. I have to get a few things."

"What is so damn important that can't wait?" Brian asked in annoyance. "You want me to drive to the other side of town for some clothes?"

"No," Justin said and balled his right hand into a fist as it started to shake. "I need my medicine."

Brian was quiet for a minute. "You've missed your allergy medicine before," he reminded him. He didn't want to drive across town. Justin might refuse to leave once at his place and Brian was going to make damn sure the little shit was taken care of until he could do it.

"Damn it, Brian!" Justin exclaimed. "Just take me home so I can get my meds. I'll stay with you and let you watch over me for whatever damn reason you think you have to, just let me get my fucking pills."

Brian turned on his blinker and headed towards Justin's apartment, surprised by the harshness of Justin's words.