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Magic Touch

The pounding showers that had halted briefly had started back up again. A collection of mud and rainwater had collected at the bottom of the hill.

Unfortunately, something else had collected at the bottom of the hill along with it…

Samuel had quickly fled the scene, his black BMW charging off up into the mountains for a fast getaway after he had initially realized what he had done.

And so, the lonely, totaled black Bentley sat pretty at the bottom of the hill. It was a complete mess; smoke sifted through the smash in the hood, though no sign of fire was present.

The poor pine tree that had stopped the car from meeting what could have been a worse fate had nearly been torn in half. Branches had collected themselves through the shattered windshield of the truck. A puddle of mud molded around the tires, holding the truck in place.

It was officially night; at least after 9 by the look of the dark sky-which was darker than normal due to the impending downpour.

Thunder struck in the background and a flash of lightning hit over the tippy top of the mountains.

XXX

Samuel pulled his car over to the side of a long dirt road, listening to the sound of the rumbling train tracks as the train passed over them.

He leaned his head against the steering wheel; flashes of guilt were beginning to plague him.

What if his son was dead?

He inhaled a deep breath and reached for his cell phone. After pondering up enough courage, he dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" Came a friendly, feminine voice from the other line.

Samuel swallowed.

"I need to report an accident."

The woman asked him the basic questions, and he answered them with as much authority as he could as he did not want to sound suspicious.

Hanging up the phone, Samuel focused his attention back on the road and turned his windshield wipers up one setting higher. He sighed and turned the car back around, heading back towards the crash sight.

When he was halfway there, Samuel was overcome with another problem. He couldn't possibly go back and try to help an issue he had cause himself.

He stopped, turning the car around and driving back up into the mountains.

XXX

Dark. Quiet. And…wet?

Joey removed his aching head from its position, resting against the steering wheel. He brought up a hand and rubbed the bump that had already formed.

He stared out the window only to the find that it had shattered. His eyes widened and he suddenly began to feel sharp pains shoot up his leg.

While attempting to hit the brake to stop the car during the accident, Joey's leg had plunged forward on impact and blew out his knee, forcing it out of its normal position.

The blonde stroked at it gently, wincing harshly and biting back shouts of pain. He reached out a hand and rubbed his neck where the seatbelt had cut into.

It was then Joey realized he wasn't the only one in the car…

He turned his head as best as he could to the right, spotting what he could see of Yami through the darkness.

Yami's head rested against the right-hand window, which, fortunately, had not shattered on impact; however, from what Joey could see, it had given him quite a concussion.

Drops of blood dripped from the other's lips, mixing with the grimacing smell of vomit that had made its way from Yami's mouth before the accident.

Yami's seatbelt also looked tighter than normal, as Joey could see the strap pressing a little too heavily against his chest.

Joey reached out a hand and tapped Yami's knee, a move which made the other jerk.

"Yami…?" He whispered, his actual voice not strong enough to make its way out.

Yami's head slowly shifted from the right to the left, his eyes opening as he focused his vision on Joey.

"Joey…?" He inaudibly whispered back.

"You okay?"

Yami didn't answer him right away as he was already having enough trouble breathing.

"I can't…I can't breathe that well, but…I'm…I'm hanging in there…you?"

Joey swallowed back tears of pain as he could feel his knee beginning to throb.

"I did something to my knee…" He replied "I can't move my leg."

Yami stared sympathetically at him, offering him a smile before feeling thumps of pain in his chest.

Joey attempted to reach over and unbuckle Yami's seatbelt; however, he shot his hand back when strikes of pain shot again and blood rushed to his right knee.

"Don't…don't worry…about me, Joey. I'll be fine…"

"What are we going to do?" Joey whispered.

The boys sat in a painful silence. Joey rested his head back against the steering wheel as he was no longer able to hold back his tears.

He snapped his eyes open when he heard sirens, and the flashing of lights approached from the curve of the mountains.

An ambulance, a fire engine, and a police car. Joey watched the shadows of a group of men run towards the car, smiling to himself with relief.

An EMT leaned against the broken window, smiling at the boys.

"Alright, boys. We're gonna get you out of here and get you over to the hospital, okay? Just give us some time and we'll cut ya outta here."

Joey leaned back into his seat and watched the men begin to work.

XXX

A nurse made her way into Joey's room. She smiled, moving over to the edge of the bed.

The blonde currently lay in Recovery after receiving an emergency operation on his knee.

"How are you, honey?" She asked sweetly.

"Not good." He replied softly, a large bandage was placed on the right side of his forehead and his knee had been wrapped securely. A small band-aid was placed on his neck. Large, purple and blue bruises were now visible to the blonde as he did not know they were there in the dark.

"Well," She began "No serious injury was done, thank goodness. That was quite a crash! This rain has given us a lot of patients tonight."

Joey sighed. It wasn't exactly the rain that had caused all this…

She smiled one last time, setting her clipboard down on the side table.

Joey stopped her.

"Where's Yami?" He asked.

"Right now he's still being worked on. He's not in surgery, but the doctors are doing a lot of x-rays and examinations."

"What happened to him?"

"Turns out his seatbelt helped him out a little too much. It secured itself a little too tightly and created a lot of force against his chest and middle. He was having trouble breathing when he came in, but since he's been here that's been gradually getting better. He's going to be hooked up to few machines that are going to help him out with some things…"

Joey frowned.

"What kind of things?"

"Well, breathing, of course. And there's another placed in a different 'region' to help him relieve himself since the seatbelt sort of created some problems there. And then there's the concussion, which thankfully didn't cause any brain damage."

Joey cursed to himself in his brain. That meant that he and Yami wouldn't be having any sex for a little while…

"Would I be allowed to see him?"

She smiled.

"I don't see why not. But not at this very moment. We'll wait for you to completely recover from your surgery."

Joey nodded.

"But…" She started. "You'll have to navigate in a wheelchair while you're here. Doctor's orders."

"No problem. The less movement I have to do, the better."

She laughed.

"Just get some rest, sweetheart and I'll come by the get you later."

XXX

The nurse, whom Joey had learned was named Kristin, wheeled him down the hall and towards Yami's room.

He was secretly enjoying his wheelchair. He was hoping that people he passed by were feeling sorry for him, as he desperately needed to be felt sorry for.

"Alright," Kristin said "Here we are."

Joey waited for her to open the door before thanking her and wheeling himself in.

He approached Yami's bedside, watching as his boyfriend slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey, Joey." He croaked.

"Hey, babe. What's going on?"

"Nothing," Yami whispered.

Yami then realized Joey was in a wheelchair.

"Are you okay?!" He asked worriedly, before quickly remembering the damage the blonde had done to his leg.

Joey shrugged.

"Ah, I could be better. I'm feeling alright. They gave me some medicine."

Yami nodded.

"That's good to here. I've been feeling better, too."

Joey smiled.

"I guess they told you everything that's wrong with you, right?"

"Yes, unfortunately. It wasn't as bad as I thought. I think you were a little worse off than me. I didn't require surgery."

"Don't rub it in." The blonde scoffed.

The boys laughed as Joey reached for Yami's hand, kissing it.

YAY! They're alive AND kicking soccer balls!

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