I Own Nothing
AN: The information about the levels of pneumonia I found on Google so if wrong or misunderstood sorry, but only way to learn about things is to research. I'm not a doctor or nurse, but have dealt with it plenty of times like I said in previous chapter. Later information about Nebulizar is also from present day experience.
AN2: One of my wonderful reviewers sjmpets I hope you like what included below from what you said. I added it in the last edit before the chapter went up.
CN: Justin has vistors even though he's still sleeping away recovering. He finally wakes up after sleeping all day in the hospital.
Title: A Healing Hand
Justin slept through the night even with the nurses coming to check on him every hour like clock work. Daphne showed up as soon as visiting hours started bringing Brian food and coffee. She might be upset with him, but she knew he wasn't going to leave Justin's side for anything sort of the bathroom. Luckily the private room had one of those so he didn't have to go far for that. They sat watching over Justin only moving away when the nurse came to take more blood along with changing the IV bags.
They talked some, but it was never about what happened. Neither of them wanted to talk about what had lead to now. Daphne had done plenty of yelling at him on the phone and the once in person. After all she had slapped him and not in the back of the head like Debbie did at times to Michael. She'd promised pain that day, more than the slap, if he hadn't fixed Justin. So there was no need for her to say it again. She knew Brian was fixing what he'd done. He had gone with Debbie to get Justin so in her mind that situation was fixed.
She may have gone over to Ian's this morning before coming to the hospital. She might have slugged him in the face and told him that she hoped his dick froze off the next time his heat went out. She knew she could have gotten in a lot of trouble. Though she was sure the asshole wasn't going to do anything. He had looked up at her in shock from his spot on the floor. She'd also noticed that the lying asshole had some other guy in his apartment.
She had shaken her head asking if he'd been fucking around before Justin's spot on the bed had gotten colder or had he done it the night he'd tossed Justin on the couch too. Justin had been out of his mind with hallucinations from being sick so maybe the fucker did it then. She hadn't waited for an answer, but she had grabbed the one thing that had been there near the door that was Justin's. She'd gotten his messenger bag which she had given to Brian when she got there. She might have mentioned he should burn the thing after getting what was inside out. She had gone through the sketch book inside removing the drawings of Ian though. She had known from Brian that someone was getting the rest of Justin's things, but she'd wanted his bag to get rid of anything Ian related.
Justin would think her instead of complain that she'd done it. She was going to burn the things as soon as she could. It might rid them of the horribleness that had been the Ian disaster. She had to laugh when she was leaving realizing she'd started calling him that. She'd heard it from Brian on the phone when he'd called and started using the name ever since. It had a better sound because she had loved the name Ethan before if she thought of the asshole as Ian it could restore the love for the name.
~BJ JB BJ JB~
Daphne didn't leave until noon, which was when Jennifer showed up. Justin could only have two visitors, really one, but Brian wasn't leaving so it got over looked. The nurses had seen how Brian was, he wasn't going to leave for nothing. One of them remembered him from the year before when he'd shown up while Justin was in the coma. She had helped ease some of the worry by explaining things a little better than the others had.
Justin didn't have the worst case of pneumonia that could lead to death. Even though he looked and sounded awful he only had level two of pneumonia since there was four kinds. She also let him know he had gotten Justin there in time so it wouldn't go into walking pneumonia like it could have if he hadn't come in.
Jennifer had thanked the nurse for the information along with Brian. The nurses knew that they were worried with Justin's allergies so each time they were asked what they were giving him; they answered without annoyance. Jennifer had felt better seeing Justin, but she was still upset with herself that she hadn't done something more. She could have gotten him to stay at her place while she was gone. She also spoke her mind about the piece of work that Justin had been staying with.
She tried getting Brian to understand it wasn't his fault it happened. She had been able to see how much he loved her son by the things he did. She had saw them like a neon sign even if she had been furious when he'd been in the coma. She'd let things blind her because Justin was there and she'd blamed Brian. However, a voice in the back of her head had always said he cares, he loves my son.
They talked about other things as well to get their minds off Justin some. She had sold two houses since the last time they talked, which had been the Monday before. If she hadn't been out of town they would have had dinner that Monday too. It had been something they had been doing for a while now. A couple of times Justin had been there, but others it was Brian and her only. She didn't even remember how it started really only that Brian had invited her for dinner one evening.
She didn't tell Brian out right, but she thought of him as another son. She loved the man for caring so much for her son. She had wanted to strangle both of them for where things had been going, but they had to figure it out their selves. She knew it was stupid to say that now, but she'd had the same problem once, with her ex husband before she'd divorced the bastard. She knew that Brian and Justin were going to do better now.
~BJ JB BJ JB~
Debbie came to visit after Carl, Emmett, and she had finished getting Justin's things from Ian's. She had used the key he'd given her the night before, when she said she would get his things, to get in the loft. With the three of them it hadn't taken long and Carl had dared Ian to say a word. He could find a way to charge him with some kind of crime if he protested. He had informed him that what he had not done for Justin was considered neglect. It was also along the lines of abuse for making him suffer.
He would ruin his career that he hadn't even started on yet. Carl might not know Justin well, but he knew Debbie and would help her since he cared about her. He also couldn't stand people that abused others and it made him sick to know that Justin had only been tossed on the couch. If it wasn't abuse to let someone almost die like could have happened he didn't know what was. He had to calm Debbie down at one point though when they had gotten there finding some other guy in the apartment that was obviously there for another reason than class. The guy had been naked and hadn't moved from the bed.
Emmett had been the last out of the apartment with Justin's art supplies. He had told Ian that if he went within a hundred feet of Justin he'd show him a world of pain he never knew existed. People might think that he was flamboyant, but he had another side that his friends had never met. Ian would be wishing he'd never set eyes on Justin when he got done with the pain he'd cause him. He thought about what Brian had once done for revenge, but he'd use something more than a locker door. He was thinking maybe a hammer at first smash all of Ian's fingers so he could never play again. That seemed too easy though, he would rather do something more damaging than only his fingers. He'd left the apartment with that, glad to be away from the place, which had been warm as could be.
The heat had been fixed by then, which Debbie might have found the number of the landlord and given him an ear full. There might have been mention of a lawsuit that could be filed if Justin wanted to press charges when he woke up. She thought he should know about it and that he could be held reliable for Justin's medical bills. She wasn't even sure if that was true when she'd been saying it. It was clear the man thought it was if he'd gotten the heat going again though. The only thing she hadn't mentioned was a name since she wasn't even sure if Justin's name was on the place. It was why she didn't think it could happen, but it had gotten a match lit under the man to get the heat going.
Brian had heard all of that from them, except Emmett hadn't told him exactly what he'd said. He'd just said that Ian wouldn't be found if he got near Justin again. It hadn't surprised him though because he knew that there was another side of Emmett. The way he sometimes got ticked when he called him Honeycutt and that glare that went with it. There might have been a time when Emmett had also said a locker door had been too easy for that asshole in high school. He should have done more than slam it on his fingers, his dick would have been better. Yeah he knew that Emmett had another side to him that was well hidden away.
Ted had shown up as well before the end of visiting hours with dinner for Brian. They had talked for a little bit. Ted had done most of the talking since Brian had been watching Justin mostly just nodding along. He'd been talked out Ted figured by the time he had gotten there. He had wanted to say something more than he had, but hadn't been sure if it had been the right time. He had however brought Brian some clothes to change into. Brian had thanked him for them since no one else had thought about bringing those items. He hadn't even asked how Ted had gotten into the loft to get them. Then again he hadn't needed to know since Ted had brought him something he'd definitely needed.
Debbie had been the one that had sent the food by Ted for Brian. She had cooked up a storm when she'd gotten back home from the hour she'd spent there herself. Debbie had said she'd make a pot of soup if Justin wanted it once he was out of the hospital too. Brian had thanked her for the idea, but he wanted to make it his self. She had smiled knowing that he would do good. She had also written the recipe down so that Brian would have it. It might be days before Justin got out, but at least he'd have it ready. When it came time he'd have to get the ingredients, but that wouldn't be a problem. The soup she made wasn't loaded down with the extra salt that the store cans had in it.
~BJ JB BJ JB~
It had been a long day and Justin had slept through everyone being there. The antibiotics that he was being given helped with sleep as well. Rest was what he needed the most, but after Ted had been gone for about an hour Justin started stirring. It took another ten minutes before he opened his eyes however. The doctor had changed the antibiotics so that he could wake. It was just as strong, but without the sleep aid in it. Brian sat at the edge of his seat taking Justin's hand when he'd seen his head turn right before his eyes opened.
"Hey Stud, let me see those beautiful eyes of yours for longer than a minute." Brian said with a smile using the nickname he had called Justin the year before asking him to dance that night of the Pride-fest. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"I wasn't hallucinating?" Justin asked in a weak voice tightening his grip on Brian's hand the best he could. "I'm sorry I was horrible to you. You saved me again." He said so low if Brian hadn't been sitting so close he wouldn't have heard him.
His throat hurt so much, but he wanted to make sure he wasn't going crazy. His ears were hurting too, but when he tried to rub it Brian stopped his hand. He figured it was probably better not to, but his ear hurt so much. They had been popping when he'd sneezed or coughed. He had been so fucking stubborn he knew about going to the doctor.
"We can share blame later right now the only thing you are going to do is focus on getting better. You didn't dream it, I just wish I had gone there sooner. If I wasn't so stubborn I would have knocked on the damn door the times I had gone there." Brian sighed wiping the tears away from Justin's eyes. "Don't cry okay, we both fucked up. I'm the one that's sorry, I should have told you how much I love you. I was an idiot terrified that I wasn't enough so I did the stupid thing by pushing you away. No one has ever cared about me or loved me the way you have Justin. You never put a price on your love even when I was a fucking moron you still kept loving me. Can you ever forgive me?" He asked feeling his own tears trying to escape.
He had thought about what he was going to tell Justin all day. When everyone had come in he had listened to them, talked a little, but he'd mostly been focusing on Justin. What he could say that would make him believe he was going to cherish him this time around. He used to treat Justin like a yo-yo before he bashing. He'd stopped for a little while, then it had started back again. He knew that Justin should have walked away from him and never looked back many times. He had swore he wouldn't treat Justin like he was only his fuck toy ever again.
"I never stopped loving you." Justin whispered before adding he forgave Brian. "I'll always forgive you and love you."
~BJ JB BJ JB~
Justin couldn't help the tears though. He was relieved that he hadn't been dreaming that Brian had shown up to take him away. He had wanted to go to the doctor, but he'd thought he could have waited another day. He hadn't felt as bad the night before, but knew he should have gone to the doctor earlier that day anyways. He'd eaten dinner and had taken some medicine, but he'd coughed all night long. He had wanted to feel warm, but when he'd tried seeking some body heat out; he'd been taken to the couch. He had been shocked being told he could stay there because his so called 'boyfriend' needed sleep.
NO, he thought to his self that the bastard was never his boyfriend. Brian was the only one that had ever cared about him in that way. He hadn't even given him any cover, he'd pulled the blanket off the back of the couch down. It hadn't even been a full blanket really since it had holes in it. The couch hadn't been comfortable either it was the piece of crap one he'd helped move into the assholes apartment.
It had been the last straw, but he hadn't been able to move to get his phone. He'd wanted to call Brian so bad. He'd known if he did he would come since he had started realizing Brian did love him. He'd been so stupid, but now he was stuck in a hospital bed again; this time from his own stupidity. He could have taken his mom or Debbie up on their offers. Daphne had offered too, but if he'd wanted to go home. Brian was the home he'd wanted to go to. He had the damn loft key still, he could have gone there and doubted Brian would have thrown him out.
He felt relief though because Brian was here. He'd heard him say he loved him, he wasn't dreaming. He remembered other words from some point in time as well. Some he had been saying his self and was glad that Brian hadn't bailed since he could recall telling someone that Brian was his future husband. He really had been out of it if he'd been saying that Justin thought. Yet it felt nice having Brian beside him at the moment. Who was he kidding it was wonderful.
"You keep scaring me like that and I'm going to have to spank you once we can do that again." Brian said before he kissed Justin's cheek. He placed one on his forehead too before resting his against Justin's. "I love you, I promise I'm going to take care of you this time." He needed to tell the doctor Justin was awake, but he wanted to hold onto him a little longer.
Justin brought his arm up that didn't have the IV in it hugging Brian to him. He finally broke letting out a sob. He'd wanted that for days, maybe longer if he thought about it. All the pretty little words had meant nothing from the asshole when he'd been sick. Brian held onto Justin as tight as he dared not wanting to hurt him. He kept telling him he loved him, that it would be okay, and he was safe.
Brian had been there helping him get through his anxiety from the bashing. He'd helped him be able to walk down the street alone again. He'd helped him accept being touched again. No one else would have done that for him. He was going to need Brian for a different reason this time though. His entire body hurt, but unlike the day before when he'd been dehydrated that nothing came out tears were this time.
~TBC~
Thank you all for the wonderful reviews you have been giving me. I added more to this chapter on the last edit before posting. It was 11kb's on the document is 18kb now so got a lot more to read here. Chapter 5 will be up Saturday as promised if no snow or anything.