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Nick got a chance to see Greg again once all the others had finished their visits with him. Greg smiled as he entered the room. "Hey," he said in a soft voice.

"Hey yourself. How are you feeling today?" Nick asked him.

"Hmm, the same pretty much." Nick was so glad he was not having speech problems unlike last time. "Well I guess it's still pretty soon since you woke up. In time I am sure you will be better, although I'm not sure you will make it home for Christmas," he told him with a frown.

Greg's face fell. "But hey, at least your family is here, so we can still celebrate here if we need to," Nick added, hoping to make him feel better.

"I know but I…" Nick noticed Greg stopped mid-sentence and seemed to be staring off into space. He got a bit worried at seeing the lifeless expression on his face he saw once before.

"Greg?" He swallowed nervously as he checked to see if he would respond. He did not. He became alarmed and hit the call button. "Greg?" He said again to no response still.

Then suddenly Greg blinked his eyes and looked at Nick. He saw the scared look on his face. "Nick? What's wrong?" He asked quietly cautious.

"You just," he started saying when a nurse came in.

"You called. Is something wrong?" The young female nurse asked.

Greg looked from Nick to her. "I didn't call you."

Nick was still staring at Greg, feeling some relief he was back to normal, but fear at what happened. "I called her. You blanked out there for about a minute."

The nurse came over and took his vitals. "Are you feeling okay, Mr. Sanders?" Greg felt confused. He did not know what either one was talking about. "Just tired and some pain, but fine otherwise," he replied.

The nurse looked at Nick. "I'll let Dr. Myers know. It sounds to me like he had a seizure of some kind. I'll get him." She left the room.

Nick gave a sad smile in answer to Greg's confused look. "What happened?" He asked again, hating being left in the dark.

He held his hand for comfort. "You just were talking and then suddenly stopped and were staring into space. I said your name a couple times but you never responded. Then just like nothing you were back to normal."

Greg looked pensive as he chewed on his bottom lip. "I remember Dr. Myers mentioning seizures being possible, epilepsy."

"You had one last time you were in the hospital," Nick reminded him. "It could be just a one time thing again," Nick said hopefully more to himself.

"Hmmm," Greg simply responded. He closed his eyes. "I'm tired."

"Dr. Myers will probably be here soon."

"He can wake me when he gets here." Greg really did not want to hear that he had a seizure. He though he was doing okay this time but now he worried that may not be the case.

"Okay," Nick said. If he was tired he did not want to argue with him.

A few minutes later Dr. Myers walked in. "Nick," he said softly to get his attention. Nick turned and saw him. "He's sleeping now. He was tired."

"Let's talk outside for a moment then." Outside Greg's room, Nick told his doctor exactly what happened.

The doctor told him not to worry about it yet. It was a one-time thing so far. If it happened again then he would run some tests on him. Nick tried to take the doctor's advice and not worry about him.

The next day Greg seemed oblivious to anything happening to him the previous day. But something else was on Nick's mind that day. He was going to try asking Greg if he remembered Drew showing up at their house and talking to him.

Greg had the TV on when he came into his room. He turned it off when he saw Nick. "Hey Nicky," he said softly when he came in.

"Hey Greggo, how are you feeling today?"

"Okay. Where have you been?" Greg asked him. Nick had pretty much been there non-stop since he woke up except for that morning.

"I had some business to take care of at work. It was about Drew's murder." At the mention of his name he noticed Greg tense up. "I need to know if you remember seeing Drew that day you can't seem to remember."

"Why? What's going on? Did I do something?" Greg got defensive but Nick could see the fear hidden behind it.

"Drew's GPS unit in his car said he stopped by our house during the time you would have been there," Nick told him. He could tell Greg was searching his memory, trying to recall something.

He sighed finally. "No, I can't. Why would he?"

Nick swallowed hard. He had to tell him the truth, he deserved to know. "Greg, he was obsessed with me. He was taking photos of me on his cell phone and I had no idea. We think he may have come to show them to you to drive a deeper wedge between us." He watched and saw the cautious look on Greg's face.

"What kind of photos?" He asked but he was worried what the answer might be. He still feared that Nick had been with Drew at sometime.

"He…he had taken photos of me on the job, but there were a couple more…more risqué photos he took that night I was drunk." He saw the hurt enter his boyfriend's eyes, the same as when he first heard about that evening. He did not say anything though.

"He took a photo of me at the urinal in the sports bar," he told him, feeling his face redden some from embarrassment.

Greg's mouth hung open as disgust covered his expression. "You mean…he took a photo of your…" He could not even say it; the though just was sickening enough.

"Yes, he did. But I had no idea. I swear!" Greg just nodded, still unsure of what he believed. "You said there was a couple. What is the other one?"

The hurt was evident on Greg's face and Nick hated knowing it was there due to him. "It was in our house. He was…"

"Wait!" Suddenly Greg put his hand up because he remembered the photos and Drew showing them to him. "I remember. Oh God, I remember." He looked incredulously at Nick. "He had a photo of him with you. He was groping you and sucking your nipple." He laid his head back in the pillows and closed his eyes as the image formed clearly in his mind. He could remember the look on Nick's face in that photo. Though his eyes were closed, the look on Nick's face had been pure pleasure and he was not the one providing it to Nick.

Nick's head fell. He had seen the photos. He had prayed he had not, but he had and now he remembered them too. He had to explain to him. "He was obsessed with me, Greg. He took advantage of me being drunk but I realized it before anything really happened. God Greg, he was basically stalking me. Something about me and stalkers," he said exasperatedly.

Greg opened his eyes and looked at him. He was looking down and weary. "I never wanted to hurt you, Greg." He heard him say in an emotional voice. He knew Nick had had his share of dramatic events in his life. He knew Nick would never intentionally hurt him. He had made his own mistake months ago. He remembered what Drew said to him that night now too.

He reached out and took Nick's hand. He looked at him with unshed tears in his eyes. "I remember what Drew told me after showing me those photos. He said I was weak and damaged and he was new, fresh meat that would win out for your desires. He said the last photo was proof at how easily he would win you over. I remember believing him, believing I was not worthy enough to keep you much longer."

Nick shook his head, vehemently. "No, that is not true."

"Let me finish, Nick. I believed it then. He left and I was upset, very upset with myself mostly. I drove around aimlessly, feeling lost to the world, useless, no longer wanted. I guess I became so emotionally distraught I blanked it all out."

"But I do want you, Greg. I need you," Nick interrupted again, hating to hear at how down Greg was on himself and how Drew caused so much of it.

"Nick, listen I know you do. You would not be here with me through all of this shit if you did not love me. You would not have told me the truth." He sighed. His head was starting to ache, but he continued on. "But it still hurts to know how close you came to letting him have you. I cannot deny that. It really hurts."

"I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you," Nick told him; glad to hear that Greg knew he still loved him.

Greg gave him a small grin. "Just being here through all of this is enough."

Nick was so grateful to have him. "How did I get such an amazingly, forgiving person like you in my life?" He smiled back as he held his hand tightly.

Greg was smiling when his expression went flat suddenly, his eyes glazed.

"Greg?" Nick said worriedly. "Oh no!" He held his hand and noticed with horror as Greg's eyes rolled up and then closed just as his body started to go into convulsions.

"Greg!" He exclaimed as panic rushed through him. "Help! Someone help!" He yelled out as he watched the man he loved jerking violently on the bed.

Just as a doctor and nurse rushed in, his body stopped jerking around and came to a rest. He lay still, with his eyes closed.

Nick was standing back as the doctor on duty and nurse checked on him. Dr. Norris, a colleague of Dr. Myers who assisted when he was off looked at Nick, who seemed frightened. "It seems he has a clonic seizure," he said to him. The doctor lightly touched Greg's arm. "Greg? Can you hear me?" After a few seconds Greg opened his eyes slowly and looked around and fixed his eyes on the doctor eventually.

"Hmmm?" he mumbled as he looked up sleepily at him.

"How are you feeling?"

"Tired," he replied.

"Okay, I'll let you go back to sleep then." He did just that. Nick gave the doctor a confused look. Dr. Norris motioned for him to come outside with him.

"He seems to have had a different type of seizure than he had last time, according to his charts. I will order another CT and MRI for him tomorrow. Dr. Myers will be back then. I will inform him of the new development."

"Is he going to be okay?" Nick asked still very much worried about him.

"Often patients who have tonic or clonic seizures sleep afterward. I believe he is fine for now. His vitals were okay. After we run more tests we can probably say if he has developed epilepsy due to his head trauma. It is not unusual. If so we will prescribe anti-seizure meds for him. Most work fairly well in minimizing seizures or stopping them almost altogether. In the meantime, we might need to extend his stay in the hospital by another day or two, unfortunately over the holiday."

Nick frowned. His plans for his Christmas gift to Greg would either have to wait or he would have to do it while he was in the hospital. All he wanted was for Greg to be okay, though. Seeing his eyes roll back like that and then his whole body shaking freaked him out.

After the doctor left, he walked back into the room cautiously as he looked at his loved one sleeping peacefully now. He did not want to wake him if he did indeed need his sleep. He just hoped they could figure out what was wrong for sure this time. He buried his face in his hands as his own fatigue overtook his emotions and he sobbed to himself softly until he fell asleep in the chair.

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The next couple of days Greg had been sullen since hearing he had developed epilepsy due to his brain trauma. He was not much for conversation. Plus he was upset that he had to stay in the hospital through Christmas. It also turned out he was weaker than he felt when he tried walking around. He needed assistance and had to be carefully watched since he would get lightheaded after standing or trying to walk for a while.

Nick noticed his quietness and thought part of it was due to him still being upset with him over Drew. So Nick did not push him to talk if he did not want to. He did hate seeing him so somber so close to the holiday though.

Greg's mother came in to visit him. His father had taken Nick out to lunch, so she could have sometime alone with him.

"What's wrong, dear, besides the health news? I know there is more to your mood than that," she asked him.

He sighed as he turned his head from looking out the window. "I never had a chance to get Nick anything for Christmas and I know he got something for me. I feel bad."

Pamela Sanders smirked. She knew what Nick had for Greg because he talked to both of them about it. But she also smirked because it was just like her son to feel guilty about not getting anything for Nick.

"Well, did you have anything in mind?' She asked him.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. "No, I really haven't. I've had a bit too many other things on my mind, if you know what I mean."

"I can get something for you to give to him if you want me too. I actually got a really good idea," she smiled.

"Yeah? What is it?"
She grinned. "You'll find out when you give it to him."

He opened his mouth in protest. "Not fair."

"You can also consider it my gift to the both of you. Personally, I think all Nick needs from you is the same your father and I need from you. That is for you to be okay and get out of this hospital by the New Year," she told him sincerely.

He turned more solemn again. "I know, I am trying."

She caressed his face. "I know you are, dear. I'm just glad you're talking to me right now."

He smiled a bit. "Me too. I love you, Mom."

She smiled brightly. "I love you too, Greg." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll let you get some sleep."