A/N: Told you guys I'd have a new one up soon! Hahaha, enjoy this sweet double posting while it lasts wink

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Title: Chapter 7 of "Ask, and Thou Shalt Receive"
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Two weeks passed indescribably slowly. Ennis would wash Jack, and often picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. This bothered the doctor until Ennis promised he would be gentle and help Jack stay on the toilet.

Everyday, he changed Jack's hospital clothes for him, which, as his injuries healed, changed to pants and a shirt. Eventually, Jack's arms were strong enough that he could push himself up, but the doctor still wouldn't let him. "Many of your ribs are still broken or fractured. We can't risk damaging them more. You'll just have to wait. You're lucky I'm letting Ennis carry you around!"

Jack nodded and accepted the truth, no matter how much he hated it. He was, by all rights, a cripple. When my arms work, my ribs an' legs are broken! he thought. The doctor said that Jack's right knee cap might never fully heal. Jack's attackers had beaten it and then forced him to his knees to give them head.

After the nurse dropped of his new change of clothes and left, Jack drifted off to sleep. Ennis, tired from all the care he was giving Jack (though not at all bothered) climbed into the bed with him. Jack scooted over with a grunt and let Ennis spoon up behind him.

But halfway through their nap, a nightmare washed over Jack. It was happening all over again. He clutched at the sheets and started to whimper timidly. "Please...Please stop...No more."

In his dream, he could hear Henry and his cronies taunting. He started lashing out, clawing anything he could find. After having his shirt torn, Ennis lightly shook Jack. "C'mon, wake up, Rodeo. It's nothin' but a nightmare."

Jack was still crying when he woke, but now he clung to Ennis instead of pushing him away. "O God, Ennis. It was happenin' all over again!"

" I know it was, lil' darlin'. Ain't no worry now though. I'm here. Shh, Baby." He cradled Jack's upper half in his arms. "Shh, it's ok, they're all gone."

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Jack was finally discharged from the hospital three weeks after his arrival, with strict orders he did not move too much, and with a glare at Ennis, was not involved in any strenuous activities.

So Ennis pushed him out of the hospital, a bag with Jack's torn clothes from the wretched day slung over his shoulder. Jack protested, "Lemme walk on the damn crutches, Ennis. God damn it, I cain do it myself!"

"You can not! Yeh heard the doctor, don' move too much!"

"Well, lemme get in the truck myself, ok?"

"Jack, I hate ta break it to ya, but yeh got two, count 'em, two broken legs. Yeh can' crawl inta this truck!"

With that he scooped the smaller man up and placed him in the passenger seat. "Damn, this truck looks fuckin' dirty agains' these..." Jack plucked at the hospital shirt he was wearing. He was right. They were a stainless, sage green, and the brown truck seat looked like vomit against them.

Ennis had gone out and bought himself a change of clothes, but he wasn't as clean as Jack. He didn't have anyone to take care of him.

"Ready to go git yore stuff?"

Jack stifled a yawn and laid down, his head on Ennis' lap. "Can yeh drive like this?"

"I cain try."

"Then, yeah, I'm ready ta go."

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The drive was uncomfortable, to say the least. It was hard for Ennis to switch gears without jostling Jack. But soon he realized the pain killers had all but knocked the man out. He probably could have screamed in Jack's ear without waking him.

He had to pull over so he could shake Jack awake. "I woulda let ya sleep, but I dunno how ta get ta yore place. Ya can sleep on the way to Wyoming, k?"

Jack moved to stretch, but stopped immediately as he was assaulted by a spasm of pain in his chest. He pulled himself inward, and though to keep the pain contained in a small area.

"You ok?"

"Duh, I'm not ok. I ain't never hurt so much in my fuckin' life, Ennis."

"Sorry." Ennis dropped his worried gaze to his white knuckles on the steering wheel. Jack sighed and put a hand on Ennis' thigh.

"I forgive yeh. Now, about getting' ta my place..."