I Own Nothing

AN: Thanks for the reviews that you all have given and kudos. Here's the next chapter of my story as promised.

AN2: Before ask I know first hand some people are stubborn because I have gone through this multiple times with my Gma in the past when she was convinced it was a cold, but we knew it wasn't.

CN: Brian and Debbie get Justin out of the freezing apartment taking him to the hospital. Debbie gives 'Ian' a piece of her mind for what has come to be.

Title: A Healing Hand

"Justin, Sunshine." Both Brian and Debbie said, but Brian got there first.

Brian pulled the blanket back as Justin continued coughing. He could hear the wheezing in his chest as he tried coughing the mucus up that wasn't coming up. Justin was paler than he'd been when he'd been in the coma. He was pissed that Justin was this sick and he hadn't gone to the doctor. He was this bad and no one knew about it, if Debbie hadn't insisted, giving him the mom look, he didn't know if he'd checked on him. He probably would have though, he came by here every day. If not for work he would have been here already. He was the stalker this time because he missed Justin.

"Brian?" Justin asked in a weak voice before he started coughing again.

He was sure he was seeing things since he wasn't even with Brian anymore. He had been seeing Brian for days in his mind since his cold got worse. He kept thinking it would go away, but he'd realized it wasn't. If he'd been able to get up he would have gone to the doctor. He didn't even know what day it was. He felt like death warmed over and he was sure he was dying. He hadn't felt like this since he'd been twelve and gotten pneumonia.

Brian had saved him from getting this bad the last time he'd started getting a cold. It felt twice as worse now though and he couldn't get the stuff up. It hurt to breathe and his throat hurt more when he coughed. He was freezing, but sweating at the same time. He was also scared to go to the doctor, but had known he would die if he didn't. He had told his self when the fuck hole of a... no Ethan was not his boyfriend. A boyfriend would have helped him not left him on the couch.

"I'm right here, Justin." Brian said terrified seeing Justin like he was.

Brian didn't think about what he was doing he scooped Justin up in his arms feeling how feverish he was, but Justin was shaking. He looked over at Debbie holding Justin to him telling her they were going now. He wasn't about to walk out of there leaving Justin like he was. He couldn't believe that Justin was this bad and he wasn't in the hospital. He couldn't believe that Justin let it get this bad either. He had to think of something else right now though instead of putting all the blame in one place. There were two people that deserved it the most, the fuck off and his self. Brian handed Debbie the keys to the car so she could unlock it for him. When they were walking down the last steps that was when the uncaring bastard made his appearance.

"What do you think you're doing? He's got a cold and you can't just kidnap him to go fuck him." Ethan said looking at Brian as if he was the one doing something wrong by just being in the same area Justin was. "You don't love him or care about him unless you want to fuck him. So hand him over so I can take him back to the couch."

"Like you give a damn about, Sunshine." Debbie said getting right in Ethan's face slapping him as hard as she could in the face before Brian could say anything. "He is sick as he can be and you have him in that freezer you call an apartment. He was sick Monday as it was, but went to work because he wanted to have some heat. I should have made him come to my house right then. The only thing that you're doing is putting him in the grave. You should have gotten him help you piece of shit. What kind of fucking person puts the person they are with on the damn couch? Brian cares more about him that you ever will. He sat beside him for two fucking weeks when he was in that coma. He loves him even if he doesn't say it in words, but I am telling you this right now. If you dare come near Justin I will have my cop boyfriend charge you with neglect so fast you'll never be able to play another day on that god awful instrument. Now we are taking Sunshine to the fucking hospital like you should have days ago." Debbie said taking a breath. "One more thing, you are not dating. You have never been dating either, he was lost and confused. So you better not even think he's been your boyfriend. You are a nightmare that is all." She finished before going over to the 'Vette with Brian.

"Let him keep you awake then all he does is cough and wine in his sleep about Brian." Ethan shouted putting his hand to his face that was still stinging. "Fucking piece of shit."

"Go to hell." Debbie said not looking back.

Brian would have smiled if he wasn't so worried about Justin at the moment. Debbie would do exactly what she said too and he knew it. She'd fucking slapped Ian right there which he doubted the asshole would do anything legal wise about. He would have to admit what he'd done by not getting Justin help sooner. If Ian tried contacting Justin he would defiantly be sorry. Debbie never did go back on a threat she made when it came to someone she loved. He probably should have called an ambulance, but he hadn't wanted Justin to stay another second in that hell hole. He walked across the street before realizing he couldn't drive and hold Justin too.

"You're driving, I'm not letting go of him." Brian said handing her the keys.

"I haven't driven a car in ten years." Debbie said, but after a second of looking at Justin who was holding onto Brian she went around to the passenger side opening the door for Brian. "We just won't tell anyone about this. I'm not sure if it's still valid." She said before closing the door once Brian was in. She was definitely hoping that this was like riding a man and you didn't forget how to do it.

~BJ JB BJ JB~

They made it to the hospital without any major problems and after a few minutes behind the wheel Debbie had done fine. Brian had carried Justin inside trusting Debbie to park the car because he had to take care of the man he loved. He should have never let Justin leave the loft. If he'd known it would be this bad he would have acted like a better person. One of the nurses had come over telling him to bring Justin right back before he'd even finished telling her what was wrong. She'd seen Justin's face how pale and the should of his cough alone had her cringing.

"He may have pneumonia. He's been sick since Monday I know and the heat was off in the place he was at. I'm his POA and I got a list of everything he's allergic to in my wallet." Brian said. He didn't want to have to leave Justin alone and was relieved when she told him to follow her. "He's been coughing, but nothing's coming up. I could hear it in his chest and the wheezing is really bad. I don't know if he took anything for it." He added.

"I'm going to need that list and for you to fill out paperwork. We can do it back here while we're getting him on an IV." The nurse said as she got Brian to lay Justin on the ER bed.

Once Brian laid Justin down he pulled out the list which was on a front and back laminated card. He'd had it made because he'd gotten tired of having to re-write the thing when he'd had to pull it out. One of the other nurses took it going over the list while another started setting up to run the IV. He was given a clipboard with paperwork and the card of Justin's allergies back after they'd put it on the computer.

Every time Justin coughed it made him want to take it from Justin. It also made him feel that much guilt for not doing something before this happened. He worked on filling out the papers watching the nurse put an oxygen mask on Justin. When it came to the part about the address he put the loft's because Justin wasn't going back to the damn fiddler. The thing was Justin hadn't changed his address over the last week since he'd left him.

Debbie had ended that relationship and if she hadn't he would have. Justin could have died being there and the fucker had said Justin had a cold. He'd known the second Justin coughed it wasn't any cold that could be fixed with over the counter meds. If the damn fucker didn't know what Justin was allergic to he could have killed him also. He wondered if he even rated high enough to be told of all of Justin's allergies. Justin had told him the night they had fucked for the first time. Though Justin always refereed to it as something more.

~BJ JB BJ JB~

"We're going to need you to sign these also. We need to do chest x-ray to see how bad his lungs are. We're also going to have to run blood work and more fluids. The doctor hasn't seen him yet, but I've been a nurse for over ten years. The way he sounds you were right. I'm just hoping it's not in both of his lungs." The nurse said being honest with Brian.

Brian signed the papers before he gave them back so she could start doing what needed to be done. He wanted Justin to be able to get better as soon as he could. He finished the paper work giving it to the woman at the desk just outside of the room. He gave her his insurance card since it had Justin under the same plan. He also showed her the paper that gave him the legal right to decide on Justin's behalf. She made copies of each of them before giving them back.

By then Justin was being taken for x-rays and they'd decided to do a CT scan on his chest to get a better look if the x-rays didn't help enough. He had hoped that he'd never be back here with Justin. He knew that it was going to take time for Justin to recover. It wasn't as bad as the bashing had been, but he knew that he could have died from this too. There were people that died all the time from flu and pneumonia.

"One second." Brian said to the tech guy that was taking Justin for the tests. "You listen to me Justin. You are going to be okay, Sunshine. You are going to get better and I will be here taking care of you. I will always take care of you." He said kissing the top of Justin's head before he let the guy take Justin away.

"Love you, even if you're my imagination." Justin said weakly almost too low for the busy hospital.

It about broke Brian's heart knowing that Justin thought it was the fever that had him hallucinating that he was there. Had he destroyed Justin that much for him to not believe that he wouldn't turn his back on him. He looked in the room that Justin had occupied that was empty without the bed. He sighed rubbing his hand over his face knowing he had to make good on the promise he made. He would be there to take care of Justin unlike what he'd already been getting which was nothing.

~BJ JB BJ JB~

Justin had closed his eyes after listening to his imaginary Brian again. He was sure that he wasn't going to see Brian again. He had let the cold go too far, he'd let his self go too far with what he thought was on the other side with Ethan. This was going to be his payback, the karma for leaving Brian. He was going to have to die alone never getting back with Brian. He groaned as he was moved around hearing other voices talking. He couldn't bring his self to open his eyes though. When he finally did all he saw was really bright lights and he figured any moment know he was going to go.

Another round of coughing that made his entire body hurt started. He felt like something wanted to come up, but it was caught somewhere in his throat and chest. He started gasping trying to breathe before he felt a fresh air going into his lungs again. His hand going up touching a mask over his face. He blinked his eyes open seeing someone standing over him again. His hears were hurting which he was sure were stopped up from the crap he had. He wanted Brian, that's all he wanted to be able to see Brian, his not the imaginary one.

"Brian, want Brian. Please take me to him or call him. I want my Brian all you're doing is making it worse." Justin shouted thinking it was Ethan near him trying to get away. The shouting led to couching though and a hand holding him still at first only to raise him up so he was leaning to the side.

"Son, you need to not talk right now. You're really sick and it only makes it worse when you get upset. I'm not sure who Brian is, but I'll let someone know. Just close your eyes and rest." The man said who had been in the room running the machine.

Justin sighed. "My future husband, if he would have only admitted he loved me. He is the love of my life, but I fucked it up." He choked out before closing his eyes trying to cry, but he was so dehydrated nothing would come out. He drifted off to what he hoped was only sleep and not death.

~TBC~