Mark pov:

I was slipping in and out with my focus so altered from the drugs they gave me. I was soon placed in a hospital bed, my body being checked over for damages. I winced as they touch my aggravated ribs. I started to whine, and get worked up.

I was surrounded by people I didn't know, with Roger nowhere in sight. I tried to get up, but I was held down. That did it. I started to hyperventilate, and thrash around. I knew I was having a full scale panic attack.

The doctors quickly tried to calm me down, and brought over an oxygen mask. I screamed, trying to get away from it. I didn't wanna go under again. Roger. Roger. Roger. Roger.

I felt as if my life was in danger, so I acted. I managed to break free of my restraints, and stumble out of my room.

I started running. I didn't care where I ended up, or what the consequences would be. It was Jason all over again. I panicked, fighting, and managing to get away from the doctors. I burst through a set of doors, still in my hospital gown, as two nurses tried to catch me.

A sign for the lobby lurked ahead. If Roger was gonna be anywhere, that was it. I ran faster. I turned a corner, hiding in a closet. I breathed heavily as I heard the nurses footsteps rush past without a second thought.

I soon emerged, trying to act as normal as possible. The hallway to the lobby was a long one. I was about halfway down it when I saw my familiar boyfriend walking around, probably looking for me. Worry was all over his face.

"ROGER!" I screamed. His head snapped up as he saw me, and relief spread across his features. I took off running for him.

"Mark!" he yelled, jogging to meet me. I launched myself into his arms, and he stumbled back, keeping a tight grip on me. "Oh, Mark...I'm so glad youre okay… they wouldn't tell me what room you were in, or if you were gonna be alright or not, and oh my god... please don't leave my side again.." he murmured into my neck. I started crying, clinging tighter to him.

"There he is!" I heard a nurse's shrill voice yell. I whined loudly, beginning to shake, and panic once more. They were gonna hurt me, and take me from Roger, and in that moment, they were all Jason, and I couldn't trust a single one.

Two nurses, and my doctor were a few feet from us. Roger's strong arms were then wrapped tight around me protectively, and I felt some anxiety fade as I buried my face in his chest, and inhaled his soothing scent. He would keep me safe.

"Sir, we need mister Cohen… we haven't finished his blood work, and it's not in his best interest to be out here in his current state-"

"Piss off!" Roger snarled. I could feel his muscles tensing up.

"Excuse me?" the doctor murmured, taken aback.

"You heard me!" Rog yelled. "Back the fuck away, and don't you DARE think of touching him right now. For christ sake, can't you see he's scared!?" He rubbed small circles into my back, and I wrapped my arms around his torso, nuzzling his chin lovingly. "You're terrorizing him! I'd expect more from a doctor! if he makes it a point to run away from you like you're the black fucking plague, wouldn't you think SOMETHING wasn't right? what are you gonna do now? tie him down to the god damn bed!?"

I peeked back. The doctor, and nurses looked shocked. After a minute or two, the doctor cleared his throat.

"We never meant to scare him… He seemed to be having a panic attack, so we tried to give him oxygen, to at least get his heart rate back to normal. Blood work, and other tests are protocol. We only want to make sure mister Cohen is healthy enough to be discharged, and whether or not he will need medication for physical, or mental trauma… not to mention possible sleep aids..."

The thought of medication scared me, except for the sleeping pills. I knew I would need those. Roger was still ready to kill.

"Doc-tor?" I asked warily. Everyone seemed shocked I was speaking. I turned my head back towards him, Roger still stroking my back. The doctor looked at me expectantly. "I-f Roger can stay with m-e… I'll do all the tests… and I wont.. r-run away… o-nly if he gets to stay… an-d if I have to be k-ept he-re tonight… he- gets… to sleep he-re too…"

The doctor sighed. He looked down for a minute. "It would be against the rules… family only…"

"Pl-ease…" I whimpered. "I'm b-egging yo-u… he's the closest thing to a family I have… sa-me with my other friends… you- have to let him stay with me… I dont kn-ow if I can keep myself calm with-out him…"

The nurses nodded, and the doctor finally gave in.

"Well… alright. We must ask mister Davis doesn't get in the way." I nodded.

"He- wont.. I promise.. thank you, so much.."

The nurse to the right of the doctor looked up, motioning for me to follow them. I looked up at Roger. The amount of hyperventilating I had done started to catch up to me. As the adrenaline wore off from my big hospital room escape, I felt my legs begin to shake. The doctor went to move towards me, but before he could even hope to touch me, I was scooped up into Roger's arms.

I leaned my head against his shoulder, wrapping one arm around his neck, my other one clutching at the collar of his jacket. I closed my eyes, sighing with relief as we started our way back down the hall. Whatever hell they planned to put me through, Roger was here, and that's all that mattered to me.

Two more hours of tests went relatively quick with Roger holding my hand, and distracting me from everything. Everytime they had to take blood, he made me laugh so I wouldn't focus on the pain. When everything was finally over, he left me briefly to smuggle me in some real food, instead of hospital cafeteria garbage. Benny had agreed to pay my bill for the visit, anyway. He brought me back a sandwich, and one for himself. Despite the nurses disapproval, he sat on the bed with me, and I watched him scarf down his food in admiration. He was my grizzly bear.

When I had my fill of food and drink, he dimmed the lights in the room, closed the shades, and pulled a the curtain around the bed so no passing nurses would catch him laying beside me. With an IV still in my hand to monitor everything, Roger made sure I was closest to the edge of the bed, so it wasn't ripped out. He pulled me close, my face snuggled up to his, our chests touching. I rested my head on his arm, and kissed his cheek gently.

"I missed you…" he murmured. I smiled, running my hand through his hair. I missed how that felt. He must have too, for a loud purr escaped his throat. I giggled.

"I missed you more…. I love you, Rog.." I whispered. He leaned his forehead against mine, and kissed me lovingly. I returned it, and for awhile, we stayed like that, exchanging kisses, and hushed murmurs, and just enjoying our long lost quiet time.

I was exhausted. I yawned, and Roger pulled the blanket over us knowingly. I nuzzled myself deeper into his arms, and he leaned his head on mine, kissing me goodnight. I did the same, a smile slowly coming across my face. For the first time in nine months, I was able to sleep like a baby.