Blah, in and out of hospital.. I'm growing tired of this well, very delayed but I'll do my best

Disclaimer: I do not own PoT or these guys, BUT! Any OC's in this story are mine, so far only Morgan and Thomas has stood out.

As a request from a reader I'm making an OC's description at the start of the chapters from now on, so that you know how they look, not that long yet, but, maybe there'll be more in time.
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OC's:
Thomas Jacobs: Also called Tom, a cold person with a tendency to either rape and/or sexual harass people in his power. He usually does it out of spite towards other people, but when it comes to Ryoma, he does it because he finds the boy charming and the sounds he makes delicious. Tom has Brown eyes not as tall as Morgan (190cm.) Fit but not as muscular, it's therefore evident that he use brains (and a gun) instead of bodily power (unless it's sexual, great way to break men down) He's a tat deranged and likes to torment people.
Morgan: Ryoma's bodyguard. Morgan is 28 years old and pretty handsome; Tall (205cm.) and muscular (not overly pumped as Kabaji, but a little more harmonious and slender build), pitch black long hair gathered in a low ponytail behind him, vibrant green eyes and a harmonious face with manly features.
Morgan likes Ryoma, maybe more than professionally acceptable, but he knows he can't have the 13 year old boy and oath to protect him, not only from bodily harm but emotional too and everyone who wants Ryoma's affection will have to go through him!

Authors scrambled mind and what it means! =D

*Direct Thoughts* (rare for now anyway)

"Talk"

Flashbacks or dreams

Time and /or place

(Translation of the said sentence or Authors thoughts of the written)

Normal action, can contain thoughts or feelings, but that will be apparent to the reader (hopefully)

If you need more translations of my writing, please tell me, I try to keep the Japanese as simple as possible, but if you need translations just tell me and I'll put them up ^^
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Chapter 11: The weak and the vulnerable
Everyone treated him differently. They all took the outmost caution when addressing him, approaching him, being in the same room as him or talking near him and he hated their worried expressions when they talked with him, about him or near him, as if he could get a nervous breakdown.
*I'm not weak*
He thought as Ryoga talked with the doctor outside the door, he could see then through the glass panel in the door.
*I can hear what the doctor has to say about me too!*
He frowned. Never uttering a word, he hadn't spoken since he woke up the day after being brought to the hospital. If he spoke they'd want him to tell what happened. He didn't want that. Like when the police came the day after his mother died, to ask him about anything about it really. He relived her death every time they asked. He relived his beaten up father in the hospital bed too. He didn't want that. There was no way he opened his mouth. He couldn't bear it, but he weren't made of glass, he could take whatever the doctor said about his health.
Morgan shifted in his chair, he was reading the newspaper, John was looking out the window as Nanako send stern glances towards the door and Ryoga, she was mad that he hadn't gotten any new protection. She had been assigned a body guard too, Ryoga had made that so. She was standing by the door and looked at Nanako now and then, casually reading a magazine in between her frequent scanning, but with 3 bodyguards in the room, who all scanned now and then, they didn't have to be alert all the time.
Ryoma sighed and looked around the dull room. Too bright, too sterile, like the hospital his father was in, like the operation room his mother died in. He blinked. Nausea suddenly rose up as unwanted pictures flashed through his mind and he rushed to the bathroom to sacrifice the small amount of food he had eaten that day. Not that he weren't offered everything possible but he could barely eat anything at all.
"Ryoma-sama!"
Morgan rushed to his side with Nanako and John who swiftly scanned the grounds outside before looking worriedly towards the door.
Ryoga rushed in and looked worriedly at Ryoma too as the cramps that forced his insides out seized and let him breathe. He slumped down, sitting in front of the toilet, devoid of all willpower to get up and into the bed again. Morgan slowly picked him up and carried him in again, placing him carefully in the bed and shot a worried glance to Ryoga and Nanako who returned it.
"Chibisuke, you have to talk again, we need you to tell us…"
Ryoga started, touching the subject carefully to prevent Ryoma from getting stubborn to fast. Ryoma just shot Ryoga a glare and looked into his duvet. Pursing his lower lip into a pout, he weren't gonna talk, not now anyway, especially after that message. Ryoga sighed and edged closer to Ryoma.
"I know it must be painful, but we have to catch him, anything you remember about him or his henchmen.. Please Ryoma, I want him off the streets!"
He laid his hands on ryomas shoulders, ryoma knew he was completely serious when he called him by name instead og Chibisuke. But he just couldn't, he wanted to now, he wanted to help Ryoga, but he couldn't.. He shook his head, dragging him knees up under his chin and hid his face in them, wrapping his arms around his legs, his shoulders shook, Ryoga knew he was crying again, so did everyone else when small sobs where heard from Ryoma, who desperately tried to hide it.
"i-I ca-can't..! I-I don't wa-want t-to re-remember..!"

Ryoga blinked, this was the first time he had seen Ryoma like this, heard him express himself. He hugged Ryoma close to himself.
"You have to, Ryoma, I'll be here.. We all will if you want that.."

One week later

Things hadn't gone back to normal, everyone still tiptoed around him, but at least he was back. He scanned the tennis courts with an itch in his body, everytime the ball was hit he felt the extreme urge to chase it and hit it back. But he couldn't. He still struggled with the injury Thomas afflicted upon his leg. The doctor said it would take at least another week before he'd be able to walk properly and slowly train his leg again, until then he'd have to relax and put no strain on it.
He sighed and leaned back, Morgan was there, so was John and happy-go-lucky. The last one was a new guy, Fairly young too, at least younger than Morgan or he seemed younger, whereas Morgan was 28 and John 34. Why he needed 3 he had no idea. Ryoma, himself, thought Morgan was more than enough, but Ryoga claimed that with his injury he'd need John too. Everyone in the family had two bodyguards now, but Ryoga had told John to stay with Ryoma, thus leaving himself with one. John would get back with Ryoga when Ryoma had more mobility again. That meant one more week. The new guy said something to Morgan who quietly answered. Ryoma didn't care about their conversation, his eyes where fixed on the tennis match.
"kawaii ne!"
Morgan scowled at the new guy and asked him to keep it down.
"Demo! These highschool girls are GREAT!"
A low thud indicated that Morgan had done something, Ryoma didn't look, which left the poor bluehaired guy groaning and rubbing his head.
"Well sorry for being human!"
Ryoma finally looked back at them with a little pout.
"Apology not accepted! You're noisy and distracting!"
He blinked at Ryoma, Morgan chuckled lightly.
"De-demo~ Echizen-sama~ The girls are all over you all the time! You should be dating 2 or 3 already! You're wasting the poor girls!"
Ryoma frowned and crossed his arms.
"You're so much like my dad.."
He muttered and defiantly looked back at the game, it had ended already, Ryoma grumbled over this but said nothing.
"Ne~ Ochibiiii!"
A red flash and Kikumaru hugged Ryoma. Ryoma blinked, then growled lightly and flailed his arms to get the redhead off.
"Did you see me beat Oishi! Ne, ne! did you see?"
"Eiji, let him breathe!"
The former Seigaku mother-hen rushed over and got Eiji off.
"I did.."
Ryoma muttered. He was relieved. Eiji treated him like he did before again. He was happy.
Ryomas eye fixed upon Yukimura as he walked over to them too, with the rest of the old rivals. He smiled at Ryoma, but Ryoma avoided his gaze, looking at the new guy, who, apperantly, had tried to get his attention since the disturbances.
"Finally, Echizen-sama's ride is here in 3 minutes and we should get you ready to leave.."
Ryoma sighed, pouting wouldn't work, and neither would resisting it. He rolled his eyes as he got up, trying hard to do it on his own, but Morgan helped no matter what he did, so he gave up pretty fast.
"I can limp on my own… "
He said, coldly. There was no way he'd let any of them carry him to the car he was allowed to walk as long as he didn't rush it.
As they parted with the others Ryoma looked back at before sighing.
"I have a feeling I won't be going anywhere today or tomorrow aswell..?"
Morgan nodded.
"Nope, Echizen-sama was very clear in stating you weren't allowed out before Thomas was caught"
"what about home?"
Morgan blinked.
"I mean, if I can't go out with them, can I at least bring them home?"
Morgan looked at Ryoma while Naoya opened the door for them.
"I should ask Nii-san…"
He softly stated, he didn't know what Morgans look meant, but he couldn't read the man anymore. It was like Morgan had put a large glass wall between them. He didn't like it, but he didn't blame Morgan. In a moments weakness he kissed the older man, and having such a relationship between them where unacceptable and, the large age gap where a hindrance too, plus Ryoma didn't feel it as deeply as he may had expressed it in the kiss. At least blue eyes kept haunting him, but they where blurry now. It was like a lot of different eyes possessed his heart now. It was confusing. He told himself it where a cry for comfort, a way for himself to find someone to hold on to after all that happened. That that were also why it where males.. A father figure.. He already knew his mother never would come back.. It was true he missed her dearly, but his father in such a state of not being dead, but unavailable never the less.
his thoughts wandered off again as he got in the car with Morgan and Naoya on each side of him, John to the passenger seat. But if it WHERE a father figure.. Why'd he kiss him then? He'd NEVER kiss his father like that..
*Why do this have to be so confusing? I feel so fragile now*

FINALLY.. this one got rather long XD and dunno if there were ANY action in it at all.. But it'll come. Don't worry ^^