A/N: Hi! Enjoy chapter 7! Bye! ;)

Roach sighed in his sleep and snuggled closer to Ghost. He felt a hand run through his hair and giggled, hearing a laugh from his boyfriend shortly after. A pair of lips pressed against his and he smiled into the kiss, enjoying every second of it.

That is, until there was a loud bang on the table next to them, causing both of them to jump and pull away. Luke stood there with the expression of an angry father who had caught his kid banging a chick in his basement.

"No! It's not even 9:00 in the morning yet and you two are already sucking face?! Get some chill, damn it!" He exclaimed, waving his arms about.

They both blushed and looked down at the floor. The worst part was, everyone else was standing behind him, most of them laughing their asses off. Roach hid under the blanket, trying to hide his embarrassment. Ghost just kind of sat there awkwardly while everyone laughed. Poor Ghost...

"Oh my god! You two are silly. Did you really think at least one of us wouldn't have caught you?" Toad asked.

"Well... we didn't really think about it. Because we figured thinking it through would take too long..." Roach's muffled voice came from under the blankets

"Roach, sweetie, get back up here. I need to check your temperature, plus I don't want you secretly giving Ghost a blowjob under there." Luke giggled, digging through a drawer of medical supplies for a thermometer.

Aaand the laughter started all over again. Roach's head popped up from the blankets and he glared.

"In that case, maybe I will, bitch!"

Luke ignored him and felt his forehead. His eyes widened and he put the thermometer in front of Roach's mouth, silently asking him to open. Instead, he scrunched up his nose and made a face.

"Oh, come on! Please! What is it with you and thermometers?!"

"My issue is, that thing has probably been up someone's ass at some point. And now you're asking me to put it in my mouth. I'm sorry, but those two just don't mix."

"It is not a rectal thermometer, therefore it has not been up anyone's ass. Are you satisfied?"

Roach thought for a moment.

"Ugh, fine."

He put it in his mouth and left it in until it beeped. Luke pulled it out and looked at it, writing down the temperature and putting the thermometer back with a sigh.

"Your fever has gone down a bit... but not much. It should be lower by tomorrow though. If it's not, I might need to consider taking you to the-"

"No. No no no, and if you didn't hear me the last four times, NO." Roach interrupted.

"Look, I know you don't like the-"

"NO."

"But I'd prefer you went to the-"

"NOOO."

"HOSPITAL! Instead of dying." Luke finished, injecting another dose of intravenous aspirin into the IV line to get his fever down.

"Yeah, well I would rather die." Roach stated bluntly, causing Ghost to hug him.

"Please don't die." He pouted.

"Hold up, what's your issue with hospitals?" Soap asked.

Roach shuddered and rubbed at his eyes.

"It's scary! There's tiny rooms and doctors and nurses running around with creepy machines that do God only knows what! And they stab people with needles! For fun! IT'S BARBARIC!" He cried, holding onto Ghost like a scared cat.

They laughed at him... he's so weird.

"Dude, there's no reason to be scared of hospitals. That's silly." Archer chuckled.

"Says you! You're a fucking doctor! Like half of you are doctors! I don't like it!"

"Is it doctors you're scared of or hospitals?" Keegan asked.

"Both." Luke answered for him.

"I think we should take him to the hospital to get him over his fear of hospitals!" Toad giggled.

Roach shot him a murderous glare.

"I would shoot you, blow your corpse to bits, feed it to pigs, then throw the pig shit mixed with your body parts at your coffin at the funeral."

"...Did you think up all of that just now?"

"Yes. Yes I did."

"Yikes... you're scary."

"But he also doesn't like hospitals because most of the rooms are small and scare the shit out of him." Luke shrugged.

"Oooh, yeah, I see." Merrick grinned.

"That's definitely an issue." Hesh said quietly from the next bed over.

"Yes it- oh Hesh! You spoke! That's awesome." Ghost smiled, giving him a thumbs up.

He nodded silently and pulled the covers up. Roach yawned and looked at Luke.

"Luuuke! I want ice cream." He said, effectively changing the subject.

Luke knew what he was doing but decided to just go with it.

"Does your throat hurt?"

"If I say yes do I get ice cream?"

"Hmmm... after you answer the question, maybe."

"No, my throat doesn't hurt. But I want ice creeeeeam!"

"Ugh, fine. What kind?" Luke sighed.

"Chocolate!"

"Alright. But you don't get it until you get some sleep and eat some food."

"But whyyy?"

"Because you need to get better. And if you want any ice cream, you better listen to me. Don't forget that if your fever isn't down by tomorrow, you're going to the hospital."

"No! No I'm not!"

"Yes you are."

"Nooooo!"

Luke sighed and patted his cheek.

"We'll talk about this later. Get some rest."

He stood and left, the others saying goodbye and leaving as well. Roach sighed and yawned again, the meds in his system making him drowsy. Ghost pulled him to lay down beside him and smiled, kissing his cheek.

"You okay? You look sad..." He observed, boredly tracing his lips.

"I don't want to go to the hospital..." Roach whined, moving to sit back up.

Ghost pulled him down again and wrapped his arms around him.

"Hey, relax. Even if you go, I'll stay with you."

"B-but you can't stay with me the whole time. It's n-not allowed." He whimpered, moving closer to him.

He really didn't like hospitals because that's where he had found his mother, dead. Now, every time he entered a hospital he would have a bunch of flashbacks about Alyss and how sad he was when she died.

How everything after that moment went downhill. And Luke was right, he didn't like doctors, medical equipment, or the small rooms patients were usually put in. So yeah, he was scared.

"Shhh, just go to sleep. We can talk about it when you wake up." Ghost said, pulling the blankets up around them and kissing him on the nose with a smile.

Roach sighed and got comfortable, knowing there was no point in arguing with Ghost. Eventually he fell into a fitful sleep, waking up two hours later only to puke into the trashcan beside the bed.

Damn it.

Logan P.O.V

My eyes snapped open and I looked frantically around the room. As usual, I was tied to a cold metal table. I shivered and tugged on my good arm. I remembered the hospital and all the medical equipment... then everything went black. And I woke up here... where was here? Rorke wasn't here, neither were the guards. Just me. I was confused. Was I supposed to just sit here... alone?

I also wondered what the doctors had worked on. I mean, all of my injuries still hurt just as bad as before. I was a bit cleaner, but my arm still wasn't fixed, nor were any of my other injuries. So... what had they done? Or did they do anything? But surely they wouldn't knock me out just to get me some rest. That's way too nice. There had to be an ulterior motive.

I was so tired of this. The gag in my mouth tasted like dead, decomposing animal and my tongue felt furry. It was absolutely disgusting. I was hungrier than anyone could ever imagine, but I couldn't eat the food they gave me because it was filled with poison.

I hurt all over and really just wanted to get out of here. I missed my team but didn't know what to think about Hesh any more. To be honest the thought of seeing him kind of scared me...

The room I was in was plain, with cement floors and a table in the far corner with a few small objects on it that I couldn't recognize. I didn't know what they were and that worried me. I jumped when the door suddenly opened and Rorke entered the room... oh shit.

He smirked at me and grabbed an object off the table. Now that he held it up, I could see it properly. It was a syringe and he was filling it with some purple shit... this couldn't be good.

"Morning, Junior. Have a nice nap?" He asked, strolling over to the table.

Naturally, I didn't respond. But I wasn't really listening to him anyways. I was watching the needle that was getting closer and closer to my neck. I really wanted to ask him what the fuck that stuff was, but I couldn't. I cringed as the needle went into my neck. I felt a cool liquid going into me, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I whined and it sounded pitiful even to me.

"Oh, shut up. If you think that hurts, it's gonna get a hell of a lot worse in a few minutes." Rorke laughed, setting the empty syringe on the table.

My brows furrowed in confusion but I understood after a few seconds. It stung. It felt like I was getting stung by wasps but not just in one area, it was all over. When I breathed or moved in any way, it got worse. I screamed and tears blurred my vision.

But even with blurry vision, when I looked back at Rorke he was gone and once again Hesh stood in his place. My stomach lurched. I felt like I was being fried from the inside out. It hurt. I wanted it to stop. I started shaking, which only made it worse, but I couldn't stop. Hesh was here. He was going to hurt me. I was scared.

My heart raced as he came closer. More tears ran down my cheeks. I couldn't help it, I just panicked whenever he showed up. He had come several times before. He hurt me every time he came. I started hyperventilating and he smiled.

He pulled a knife from his pocket and raised it. No. No no, please don't! I wanted to scream, but I couldn't breathe. The world seemed to go in slow motion as he brought the knife down, into my thigh. Pain exploded in my leg and ripped through the rest of my body.

I released a strangled scream as blood flowed down my leg, onto the table. Hesh just smiled and laughed, as if this was funny.

Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't get any oxygen into my lungs. I tried, gasping and wheezing desperately, but I just couldn't pull any oxygen in. My heart pounded in my chest as the world grew dark. I could vaguely hear Hesh's laughter in the background, but it was cut off when everything went black.

A/N: Awww, Roach is having a hard time and will probably have to go to the hospital. Logan isn't doing so well either... he got stabbed. Owww. This was a LONG chapter and I worked hard on it! Please review! :)