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Author's Note: Chapter 3 is short and so is this one so I figured I'd do a two for one thing today. Please Review!
Chapter 4
A Different Kind of Attack
Tommy would forever remember the first attack Jason had. The image would forever be burned into his mind and seared into his soul. Dr. Johnson had told him because Jason was only on a low medication, at Jason's insistence, the attacks would be more brutal. Dr. Johnson had left a small packet of morphine shots and instructions on how to use them. It was simple, or at least it sounded simple, take off the cap and stick the needle into Jason's thigh quickly. It worked almost like an EPI-PEN which Tommy knew how to use. Tommy only hoped he wouldn't have to use them...but he did have to.
Tommy had been making dinner for himself when Jason cried out. Tommy rushed into Jason's room and froze. He felt tears well up in his eyes and his heart was caught be an icy hand of fear. Tommy wanted to run away from this sight but his time as the leader of the Power Rangers made him stay, as well as his loyalty to Jason. Tommy had seen a lot but seeing his best friend in such unbearable pain made Tommy ache in his very soul.
Jason's body was rocked with convulsions. Pain spasms ripped through his being. He couldn't think of anything but the all consuming pain, his mind was completely clouded. It hurt to even breath. Jason couldn't even comprehend Tommy was there. It felt as though every nerve in Jason's body was being pressed down on brutally. He tired to keep control of his body but the pain was too serve, his mind too hazy. Jason cried out---it was too much.
Tommy fumbled with the cap of the morphine shot. He was panicking and couldn't manage to get it off. Tommy inwardly yelled at himself to calm down and get it together for Jason's sake. The cap came off easily then. Tommy injected the needle into Jason's thigh. Jason screamed in pain. The slightest touch was excruciating but Tommy didn't know that. Even Tommy's hand gently resting on Jason's side to steady the needle was enough to send shock waves of agony through Jason's body.
"I'm so sorry, Jase." Tommy whispered as tears fell from his eyes.
The medication took effect quickly. Jason's body relaxed as the spasms were dulled. The pain ebbed away and Jason's eyes grew heavy. Jason let the fight in him fade away and let conscious slide away, as unconscious was too inviting to resist at this point. Tommy quickly sat in the chair next to Jason's bed, unsure of how long his shaky legs would keep him upright. His hands were trembling badly. Tommy hated what he had just had to do and knew Jason hated being drugged just as much. Tommy's eyes stung with tears. He knew this was just the beginning.
Tommy realized that he wouldn't be able to leave Jason alone now even if he wanted to. Dinner lay forgotten in the kitchen. Tommy stayed by Jason's side. Even if Jason was unable to feel it Tommy would be holding his hand...
Tommy stifled a soft groan as he was reminded quite bluntly that falling asleep on a chair was never a good thing. Tommy opened his eyes, realizing he must have fallen asleep sometime during the night.
"Morning." Jason said softly.
"Morning." Tommy returned looking at his friend who was leaning against the back board of the bed. "How long have you been up?"
"Not long." Jason replied.
"You could have woken me up." Tommy said softly.
"I didn't want to, you needed to sleep as much as I did." Jason remarked. "Were you there all night?" Tommy nodded. "You could have left."
"I didn't want to, I couldn't leave you Jase, not after that." Tommy replied.
"That means a lot to me, Tommy." Jason said softly. Jason paused as if coming to a decision about something. "I think...I think I'm going to get Dr. Johnson to prescribe the heavy pain killers. He offered to, even told me it was the best thing for me, and I'm going to take him up on it."
Tommy was surprised, "But you hated being on pain killers when you were in the hospital."
"I know. I hate being on them because being on them means I'm no longer in control. But those attacks are going to come more and more often without the drugs. I'm in less control off the drugs than when I'm on them." Jason sighed, knowing that this truly was the beginning of the end for him. "I can't put you or myself through that any more."
"Are you doing this for me or yourself, Jason?" Tommy asked softly.
"Both. I guess," Jason exhaled slowly, "I guess I'm so stubborn about the heavier pain killers because it means I'll be dependant on drugs, and let's face it that even sounds bad. The attacks will just get more and more frequent if I don't go on drugs through. They take to much out of me and I know they hurt you too. I can see it in your eyes that last night hurt."
"Are you sure about this?" Tommy asked knowing already Jason was set on the conclusion he had come to.
"Yes. At least...At least I'll get to keep a little of my dignity." Jason tried to smile but failed miserably. "I'm going to talk to Dr. Johnson when he comes today. I'll get him to explain everything to me so I understand what's going on. It gives me a little say in what happens; I want that much."
"Okay, if this is what you want." Tommy said after a few seconds, knowing it was one of the last things Jason wanted, but that he didn't have many other choices.
A short silence fell between the two friends until Tommy spoke, deciding they needed to do something to lighten the mood, "I'll take you out to breakfast before Dr. Johnson gets here and hooks you up to an IV."
A grin lit Jason's face, he was glad Tommy would at least try to keep things light, and he appreciated the offer even though Jason knew he would hardly be able to eat anything, "Good idea. Betcha I'm ready before you." Jason challenged.
"You're on." Tommy letting Jason's contagious smile spread over his own face.
Author's Note: Chapter 3 is short and so is this one so I figured I'd do a two for one thing today. Please Review!
Chapter 4
A Different Kind of Attack
Tommy would forever remember the first attack Jason had. The image would forever be burned into his mind and seared into his soul. Dr. Johnson had told him because Jason was only on a low medication, at Jason's insistence, the attacks would be more brutal. Dr. Johnson had left a small packet of morphine shots and instructions on how to use them. It was simple, or at least it sounded simple, take off the cap and stick the needle into Jason's thigh quickly. It worked almost like an EPI-PEN which Tommy knew how to use. Tommy only hoped he wouldn't have to use them...but he did have to.
Tommy had been making dinner for himself when Jason cried out. Tommy rushed into Jason's room and froze. He felt tears well up in his eyes and his heart was caught be an icy hand of fear. Tommy wanted to run away from this sight but his time as the leader of the Power Rangers made him stay, as well as his loyalty to Jason. Tommy had seen a lot but seeing his best friend in such unbearable pain made Tommy ache in his very soul.
Jason's body was rocked with convulsions. Pain spasms ripped through his being. He couldn't think of anything but the all consuming pain, his mind was completely clouded. It hurt to even breath. Jason couldn't even comprehend Tommy was there. It felt as though every nerve in Jason's body was being pressed down on brutally. He tired to keep control of his body but the pain was too serve, his mind too hazy. Jason cried out---it was too much.
Tommy fumbled with the cap of the morphine shot. He was panicking and couldn't manage to get it off. Tommy inwardly yelled at himself to calm down and get it together for Jason's sake. The cap came off easily then. Tommy injected the needle into Jason's thigh. Jason screamed in pain. The slightest touch was excruciating but Tommy didn't know that. Even Tommy's hand gently resting on Jason's side to steady the needle was enough to send shock waves of agony through Jason's body.
"I'm so sorry, Jase." Tommy whispered as tears fell from his eyes.
The medication took effect quickly. Jason's body relaxed as the spasms were dulled. The pain ebbed away and Jason's eyes grew heavy. Jason let the fight in him fade away and let conscious slide away, as unconscious was too inviting to resist at this point. Tommy quickly sat in the chair next to Jason's bed, unsure of how long his shaky legs would keep him upright. His hands were trembling badly. Tommy hated what he had just had to do and knew Jason hated being drugged just as much. Tommy's eyes stung with tears. He knew this was just the beginning.
Tommy realized that he wouldn't be able to leave Jason alone now even if he wanted to. Dinner lay forgotten in the kitchen. Tommy stayed by Jason's side. Even if Jason was unable to feel it Tommy would be holding his hand...
Tommy stifled a soft groan as he was reminded quite bluntly that falling asleep on a chair was never a good thing. Tommy opened his eyes, realizing he must have fallen asleep sometime during the night.
"Morning." Jason said softly.
"Morning." Tommy returned looking at his friend who was leaning against the back board of the bed. "How long have you been up?"
"Not long." Jason replied.
"You could have woken me up." Tommy said softly.
"I didn't want to, you needed to sleep as much as I did." Jason remarked. "Were you there all night?" Tommy nodded. "You could have left."
"I didn't want to, I couldn't leave you Jase, not after that." Tommy replied.
"That means a lot to me, Tommy." Jason said softly. Jason paused as if coming to a decision about something. "I think...I think I'm going to get Dr. Johnson to prescribe the heavy pain killers. He offered to, even told me it was the best thing for me, and I'm going to take him up on it."
Tommy was surprised, "But you hated being on pain killers when you were in the hospital."
"I know. I hate being on them because being on them means I'm no longer in control. But those attacks are going to come more and more often without the drugs. I'm in less control off the drugs than when I'm on them." Jason sighed, knowing that this truly was the beginning of the end for him. "I can't put you or myself through that any more."
"Are you doing this for me or yourself, Jason?" Tommy asked softly.
"Both. I guess," Jason exhaled slowly, "I guess I'm so stubborn about the heavier pain killers because it means I'll be dependant on drugs, and let's face it that even sounds bad. The attacks will just get more and more frequent if I don't go on drugs through. They take to much out of me and I know they hurt you too. I can see it in your eyes that last night hurt."
"Are you sure about this?" Tommy asked knowing already Jason was set on the conclusion he had come to.
"Yes. At least...At least I'll get to keep a little of my dignity." Jason tried to smile but failed miserably. "I'm going to talk to Dr. Johnson when he comes today. I'll get him to explain everything to me so I understand what's going on. It gives me a little say in what happens; I want that much."
"Okay, if this is what you want." Tommy said after a few seconds, knowing it was one of the last things Jason wanted, but that he didn't have many other choices.
A short silence fell between the two friends until Tommy spoke, deciding they needed to do something to lighten the mood, "I'll take you out to breakfast before Dr. Johnson gets here and hooks you up to an IV."
A grin lit Jason's face, he was glad Tommy would at least try to keep things light, and he appreciated the offer even though Jason knew he would hardly be able to eat anything, "Good idea. Betcha I'm ready before you." Jason challenged.
"You're on." Tommy letting Jason's contagious smile spread over his own face.
