Hi, people! What's up? Nothin' much here, just chillin'!

Went to the Eastern State Penitentiary in Philly on Friday night and hoo-boy was I scared out of my little mind!

(My sympathy goes out to the guy who got punched in the face by my best friend's little brother…)

Magic Touch

Yami wheeled Joey out into the parking lot of the hospital as a taxi sat waiting outside. Kristin, Joey's nurse, held a bag of his belongings and handed it to Yami as the boys prepared to enter the vehicle.

Kristin also carried crutches, which Joey would be required to use now that the wheelchair was no longer required yet he still needed assistance in walking.

Since they had nowhere else to go and had no money to afford a hotel, Joey figured they may as well head off back to his house, hoping that his crippled form would spark guilt in his father.

Yami thanked the driver who assisted him in placing Joey's bag in the trunk and stepped inside the car, watching as Kristin assisted Joey into stepping into the car and handing him his crutches.

"Thanks a lot, Kristin." He said.

She smiled.

"No problem, honey," She said "I'll see you back in a little while for your checkup."

Joey nodded, waiting for her to step back so he could close the door.

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Joey nervously waited for the taxi to stop in front of the house. The driver moved back to the trunk to get Joey's bag while Yami grabbed his crutched to help him exit the car.

Yami frowned as he watched his lover struggle. While Joey was making a full recovery, he still had sudden paroxysms of pain that would hit occasionally.

Yami helped Joey set the crutch under his right arm before heading over to the other side and positioning the other.

"Yam, get my keys out of the bag and open the door please."

"Which key is it?"

"The gold one."

Yami took the bag from the driver, thanking and paying him quickly, and dug Joey's keys out of the bag. He began approaching the front door, halting every couple of seconds to allow Joey to catch up.

After helping the blonde up the steps, Yami turned the key in the side door and pushed it open slowly, trying not to make too much noise.

He peeked outside, noting that Joey's father's car was nowhere to be seen; sighing with relief, he stepped aside and allowed Joey to enter.

The blonde didn't bother to try and make it all the way to the living room. He pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and sat himself down.

Yami frowned.

"You alright?"

Joey closed his eyes, shifting his leg position so he didn't cramp up his knee.

"Neh, okay I guess. My knee's not hurtin' that bad right now. I'm sure it'll start back up soon, though."

Yami moved to stand behind him, bringing up his hands and methodically rubbing his shoulders and back, listening to Joey moan with satisfaction.

"That feels good, hun." He whispered.

After some silence passed, Yami completing his massage, Joey too advantage of his painful deposition.

"Hey, Yam?"

"Hmm?"

"Could you get me a glass of water?"

"Sure, babe."

Yami grabbed a glass from the cabinet then moved over to the fridge, filling the glass with ice then pressing another button to fill it with water.

"Thanks." Joey said, his eyes still closed as he took the glass from Yami.

It was then the blonde realized his father wasn't home.

"That's weird…" he commented.

"What?" Yami questioned.

"Where's my dad?"

Yami huffed, chuckling to himself and rubbing at his still sore chest.

"Who cares? Not like we'll ever see him again."

Joey sighed, tilting his head against the back of the chair and closing his eyes again.

"Are you tired?" Yami asked.

Joey shrugged.

"What do you think?"

Yami smiled.

"Yes? Come on, honey. Let's get you upstairs and I'll try and fix us some dinner."

"Aw, Yami, you don't need to do that." Joey protested.

Yami scoffed.

"What did you do for me when I wasn't feeling well? You took care of me; now I need to take car of you."

Joey smirked.

"Well, if you insist."

Yami handed Joey one crutch, waiting for him to adjust himself before handing him the other.

"Wait…" The blonde said, reaching out a hand to stop Yami and setting himself back down on the chair.

Yami kneeled down so he was eye-level with Joey, whose eyes were squeezed shut as he fought to overcome a sudden wave of pain.

Yami incredibly disliked seeing his beloved boyfriend so broken down; and by his own father. He cursed the man to hell in his brain and waited for Joey to settle.

"Do you need me to get an ice pack or something?"

Joey didn't respond immediately, but nodded after a few more seconds of discomfort.

"If you don't mind…"

"Of course not."

Yami grabbed the bag from where Joey had told him and attempted to get the blonde on his feet again.

Succeeding, Yami led Joey up to his bedroom; a process which took several minutes as Joey needed to stop on each step to regain him composure.

Yami took the blonde's crutches out from under him and set them against the wall before helping Joey lay down on the bed and handing him the ice pack, which he set gracefully onto his throbbing knee.

"Is there anything I can get you?" Yami asked.

Joey shook his head.

"No thanks, not right now. But I am hungry…"

Yami pushed a sweaty piece of the blonde's hair out of his eyes and smiled.

"I'm going to take care of that right now…"

Yeah, I know. Short, yet sweet and to the point.

I need the short chapters to help me push forward the plot line.

But can you guess what comes next chapter?

(Hint: It starts with a "D" and ends in "RAMA")

R&R!

GK09