A/N: Woooo, kinda fluff, also, I was gonna put my answering the reviews, but I'll have to do it privately, cause this whole chapter was deleted and I have to write it again. I will reply though :)

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James sat by Thomas's side. There were bags of different coloured liquids handing by his bed, all with wires attached to Jefferson, mostly in his arm. His leg was wrapped in a brace, so it was straight. James was scared, his leg would be in so much pain when he woke up. The doctors had asked someone close to him to break the news. James suggested Lafayette.

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But Lafayette said James should do it.

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James reached over and grabbed Thomas's hand, squeezing it a little. It was warm, which the doctors said was a good sign. He watched as Thomas's chest rose then fell slowly. It would've been peaceful if it weren't for the location. James traced circles on the back of Jefferson's hand with his thumb, watching the tall man. He watched as his shoulder twitched.

He... he moved... could this?

Thomas groaned, opening his eyes slightly, then closing them. The blinding hospital lights were to much right now. James couldn't say anything. He was to scared and happy and sad and excited. Thomas managed to open his eyes, tilted his head to the side.

"Jemmy?" He mumbled, looking down at his hand which James was holding.

"Thomas!" Madison held back tears, smiling softly.

"What's going on? What am I wearing?!" Thomas looked down, everything was blurry, he could make out the colours of Madison and white. The room was just white with dots of burgundy in (What he assumed were) the corners.

"Thomas, you're in hospital, do you remember what happened?" James rubbed the back of Jefferson's hand with his thumb.

"I think so..." Thomas squinted, "am I not wearing contacts or glasses? Why can't I see?" Madison stood up, rushing over to a cabinet in the corner and picked some glasses off the top.

"Here! This should help," Instead of just letting Thomas put them on, he slipped them onto the bridge of Jefferson's nose himself. Thomas chuckled, but that hurt in his chest. He winced and stopped.

Thomas put his arm either side of him and attempted pushing himself into a seated position. Waves of pain surged through his leg which made his arms give way and he fell. "Thomas..." James started but he cut himself off. Jefferson had pulled the covers over his head. There was quiet sobbing sounds.

Madison pulled the duvet off Jefferson's head, finding himself drawn to tears. Thomas was crying. Thomas gripped his sides, face screwed up and sobbing quietly. "Tommy..."

"Stop it, James!" At first, Madison was confused, but Jefferson continued, "make it stop! Please! Make the pain stop!" Thomas sobbed, reaching out for comfort. Anything! And James provided that comfort. He let Thomas grab his arm, he allowed Jefferson to sob, making his sleeves wet.

"Ah, you're up!" A voice sounded from the door. There was tapping as the nurse walked in, clicking her pen on her clipboard. Thomas had let go of James by now, his eyes were red but he'd dried his cheeks. The woman turned to Madison, "I'm going to have to ask you leave the room for a little bit, as I check over..." She looked at her clipboard, "Thomas Jefferson..." The nurse spoke. Madison reluctantly walked out of the room, glancing back at Thomas.

"Right, hello," The nurse said sweetly. Thomas said nothing. "I'm Sally, I just need to do a check up, is that okay?"

Thomas was silent.

"Thomas, I'm going to take the cover off," Sally spoke.

"Then do it, there's no need to treat me like a toddler," Thomas spat, eyebrows furrowed.

Sally just kept smiling and continued her check up. "Okay, well Mr Jefferson, I'm required to tell you that surgery was done on your leg. It was fractured in three different places and... well, I'll let someone else say. Don't worry, you're not paralysed." Thomas just stared at her. Sally grabbed a napkin, scribbling on it and leaving it on the little table by his bed, then she left.

Madison walked in as Thomas was picking the napkin off the table, reading it.

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Jefferson grimaced, throwing it on the ground. "What's that?" James bent down and picked it up, reading it. He bit his lip, was this jealousy?

"Jemmy?" James looked up, smiling.

"Yes, Tommy?"

"Sally said there was news about my leg, can you tell me?" He huffed, slumping back, trying not to cry out in pain.

"Um..." Madison sat in the plastic chair by the bed, "Thomas, you're gonna have to walk with a cane."

Thomas blinked before laughing. It hurt, but he couldn't stop. "That's what people were so scared to tell me!?"

"Well... yeah?"

"James," He was about to ask for a hug, when he remember the party. He remember Samuel. He remembered it all.

"What?"

"Leave."

"What!? I'm your best friend!"

"Leave, I need to be alone. Just, get out."

"Okay..." And James left.

James left...

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Yeah yeah, I promised fluff and here ya go. I gave ya angst. I'm sort of sorry. Well, hope this was alright!