A/N: Another short chapter but things are starting to heat up ;)
I take my last shower in the house and go to pick up my car. I had someone rent a van for me, and just like with John the other day I tell him he'll get paid sometime today. I drive over to the hospital dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, and a sweat jacket. I have a baseball cap but that would make me stand out too much. I leave the van at Taylor's and walk to the hospital. When I get to the hospital I find the doctor that took my blood last night. I ask him how Michael's doing, he tells me that Michael's on his way out of surgery. And that their cautiously optimistic. I act relived and happy at the news.
I find Michael's chart and read it. I see he's allergic to dicloxacillin (an antibiotic), if I mix that with the right amount of morphine he'd die pretty peacefully. I put on my gloves and slip into one of the supply closets. I grab what I need and head to the waiting room. Taylor, Debbie, Ben and the tall guy uh…Emmett, are there too. Ben clearly hasn't left since last night. He's still got soot on him and his clothes are still dirty too. I listen to their conversation and can't help but smile at Debbie's nickname for Taylor. 'Sunshine' I guess that name does fit him.
Kinney shows up looking just like Ben, still dirty and in the same clothes. Kinney tells them that the police found out that a bomb caused the explosion. No shit what else could've caused that? I roll my eyes and keep watching and listing. They bitch and moan about 'what kind of sick fuck would do something like that'. I tune out until a doctor walks over to them. Apparently they had to remove his spleen. The doctor tells them the same thing they told me about being cautiously optimistic. Everyone is all happy and relieved. Everyone except Debbie gets up to leave.
Kinney follows Taylor and asks to talk, so they find a vacant corner. I get close enough to hear what their saying but far enough so they don't see me. "Did you think about what I said last night?" Kinney asks.
"When you told me you loved me? Or when you took me home and asked me to marry you?" Taylor asks. This couldn't be more perfect.
"Both" Kinney says
"Come on Brian I know you way too well, you love me I believe that. Hell I've always known that, but it was nice to hear. But you're only asking me to marry you because of what happened. To the club and to Michael" Taylor insists.
"Well I did have this weird dream-"
"See once this dies down you'll be back to normal" Taylor tells him before he can finish.
"Not without you" Kinney insists
"Brian-mm" Kinney cuts him off by kissing him.
"I'm selling the loft and Babylon" Kinney states, Taylor looks at him shocked.
"Even though I never gave you an answer?" he says shocked.
"I'm taking a chance on love. To show you how much I love you. That I'd do anything, I'd be anything for you Justin" Kinney says
"Where are we supposed to live?" Taylor asks trying to keep himself together.
"I've known you for five years, I know what your dream house looks like. And I bought it, I can show it to you later." Kinney tells him smugly.
"You're unbelievable" Taylor says smiling
"I know" Kinney says. Taylor bites his lip and thinks (or pretends to anyway).
"Yes, yes I'll marry you" Taylor says kissing him. They make out for a good ten minutes.
"Unfortunately I have to shower and go to work for a bit. But you should move your stuff back to the loft for now. I'll show you our new home later" Kinney says with no intention of moving.
"Okay" Taylor says taking a key from Kinney. They kiss a few more times before leaving together.
I head to Michael's room and slip in unnoticed. I know how to work the machine to make it give him more morphine than it should. Thanks to my time cleaning at the AIDS hospice. I inject the dicloxacillin first and after about three minutes I give him the morphine. Then I slip out of the room and head to Taylor's shitty house. I parked at the back of the building. Not that anyone here would care about what is about to happen. That's what happens when you live by a bunch of users, prostitutes, and dealers. I honestly don't know how his mom let him live here.
I put on the baseball cap and tie a bandanna around my head. It covers my nose mouth and chin. I head up to Taylor's 'apartment' if you can call it that. The door isn't locked so I just walk in, Taylor is on the phone talking to his friend Daphne. He's packing and gushing about Kinney's proposal. I get out the needle filled with the sedative I borrowed from the hospital. I decide to wait for Taylor to get off the phone. Don't want anyone knowing he's missing until I'm ready.
After he hangs up he stops moving for a second, that's how I know that he knows I'm here. He flips open his cell trying to call for help, since I'm blocking the main way out. I snatch the phone away from him at the same time his fist connects to my jaw. He's faster than I remember and he finally learned how to punch. I grab him by the back of the shirt and clamp my hand over his mouth. "If you fight me it'll hurt more" I say as he struggles to get free. He stops moving when he sees the needle. I stick it into his neck and slowly inject the sedative. I give him just enough to pass out.
After his eyes reluctantly flutter shut I put the top back on the needle and pocket it. Then I sling Taylor over my shoulder, pocket his cell and head back to the van. Luckily no one sees me, then again everyone who lives around here sleeps during the day. So it's really not that surprising. After I get him in the van I handcuff his hands over his head, blindfold and gag him. Then I send Kinney a text and start driving to the cabin. Game on.