He must have drifted off as next he knew Finch was calling his name.
"John? John wake up."
He slowly opened an eye and saw Finch.
"Hey, we're home. Come on let's get you inside."
"Okay." John nodded and tried to get out, but fell into someone. "Sorry" he said trying to stand up.
"Don't worry sir. I'm glad it was me."
John looked up at a young looking man in a suit, suddenly worried where Finch was. "Where's?"
"Opening the door." he answered, "Can you stand up now?" he asked helping John straighten up.
"Yes." said John once he was stable.
"You ok?" came Finch's voice full of concern.
"He's fine now, just fell out the car." said the driver.
"Ok, come on John." said Finch wrapping his arm around John's middle.
"Thank you." John said.
"I'll put the car away. Call if you need anything." The driver said.
"The bats in the back." said Finch guiding John away.
"No problem."
"One second John." Finch said stopping and turning back.
"Bret?"
"Yes sir?" said the driver turning around.
"Go online, get yourself a new hood top, and leave the bill for me."
"You sure sir?"
"Yes it's fine. Thank you." Finch said and turned back around and carried on guiding John inside. "Right, bathroom, shower, patch up and then bed." said Finch guiding John to the bathroom.
John was soon in the bathroom being stripped.
"I think most of this below your eyebrow is just bruising and small grazes. Well see after the shower." said Finch.
"Stop sounding professional, this is our time." John loved professional Finch, but he needed his lover and partner right now; he needed love and care not bristles. He was now naked.
"We need to talk before that goes away." Finch said turning on the shower; he was still dressed.
"You're not showering with me?" asked John.
"No."
"Oh ok."
"As I said, we need to talk. It's ready." he said and John stepped in.
It stung but there was help just a shout away. He knew he had upset Finch but he was hurt, he thought he'd get a little leeway. He showered quickly and turned the water off.
"Towel." Finch said passing the towel to him.
"Thanks." John said feeling deflated and tired. He stepped out and fell slightly, but Finch caught him.
"Quick patch up and then off to bed I think." said Finch easing him onto the toilet.
He already had the first aid kit open, and made light work of cleaning his eyebrow and putting a few butterfly strips on it. "I think this will scar." Finch said.
"Oh well." said John, his mood now matching Finch's.
"Anywhere else need a patch?" Finch asked looking at John.
"No, I'll just go bed." John replied. He stood, steadying himself on the system. "Boxers please." he asked, he didn't want to bend down.
"Here." said Finch handing them over.
"Thank you" John responded then walked out carrying them. He arrived at the bed, pulled back the covers and sat on the edge pulling on his boxers, then slid into bed. He got in a position he could bare and closed his eyes; he hoped Finch would be more sympathetic when he woke up.
He dreamed of being with Finch; he was happy and enjoying the attention, he loved kissing him on his scars and making him squeal and squirm below him.
He slowly started to wake. He was on the opposite side to what he went to sleep on; he was uncomfortable and rolled over, and saw he was in the bed alone, and the room was empty. He wanted to cry, he needed Finch, and he didn't mean to upset him but he had. He did what he had to do, and it meant no contact, it happened so quickly he couldn't warn him. He knew when they spoke of this it would end in a fight. He was scared he would lose Finch as his partner to it.
"Finch?" he called sitting up, no answer. "Finch?" he called louder.
The en suite door opened, "Yes?" said finch peeping around the door with shaving foam on his face and wearing just his vest.
"Making sure... Umm... Was just seeing where you were that's all."
"Like you care" said Finch as he went back inside.
This stung John; he stood up and walked across the room. He leaned on the door frame, "I do care."
"I'm not talking now. I'm shaving." said Finch into the mirror.
"Why not?"
"I'm...Ow…" came Finch throwing the razor into the sink.
"You ok?" asked John moving towards him.
"I slipped, Ow... just leave me." he almost demanded.
John knew better than to argue and pulled the door shut, leaving Finch alone. He went to the closet and found the bath robe Finch had bought him to keep at the house, and put it on. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; he had nicked a scratch on his back as it was bleeding. He put the robe on the chair and went to the bathroom, knocking on the door.
"I need a band aid." he said and then opened the door and reaching one hand inside, "Thanks." he said and went back to the mirror. He put it on and checked for more, but he was alright so he put on his robe. He sat on the chair waiting for Finch to appear. He was trying to figure out what to say when he did come out.
Time passed, too much time actually that John grew concerned and was fighting with his inner turmoil. Should he go in again or leave him? He'd come out when he was ready but he'd been in there too long. He got up and staggered to the door, just as he was about to knock he heard a noise, a sob. He stood and listened; it came again and again. Finch was sobbing; he couldn't handle this, he pushed the door open. At first he couldn't see Finch, and then he saw him curled in a ball on the floor. John straight away was in front of him squatted on the floor beside him.
"Finch?" he whispered.
Finch looked up, his face all red and puffy from crying.
"Come here." John said and pulled him close; Finch let him and wrapped his arms around him. John smoothed his hair, "come on, Finch. Shh, it's ok." John felt tears form and he let them fall. He felt Finch move and he pulled back, his face changed instantly. Finch pushed John back, causing him to fall on his butt.
"Why the hell are you crying?" Finch demanded as he stood up, "You've not been through what I have... I thought you were dead or ran off."
John eased himself onto his knees, "finch... I..."
"Don't even try to justify it. Five days John... Five whole fucking days with nothing. Do you have any idea how scary that was? No you probably don't have a clue. It's hell. As I said before not that you care." and Finch walked out leaving John. John jumped up and chased him.