A/N: WHOOP WHOOP! WE REACHED 100 REVIEWS, PEOPLES! ACTUALLY WE REACHED 103 BUT I'M NOT GOOD AT MATH! YAAAAAASSSSSS! ;D

P.S.- Thanks for the support everyone! It really means... a l-lot... *sniffles* waaaaah... *runs away crying*

Roach opened his eyes and yawned. He didn't even remember falling asleep... He wasn't tired anymore though. He actually felt restless. His face twisted in disgust when he eyed the white walls and hospital beds that surrounded him. This place was horribly disgusting. A hand appeared out of nowhere and poked his cheeks.

"Be careful babe, your face will get stuck like that!" Ghost laughed.

He turned to him and grinned. "Ghostie~"

"Ahhh, you're so cute."

"I know, bitch."

"Hehehe..."

"What's the creepy laugh for?" Roach asked curiously, turning his head to the side.

"Nothing..."

"Wha-"

"Hi guys! What are ya doing?" Kick asked, running into the room and hopping onto an empty hospital bed.

"Just talking. What else are we supposed to be doing?" Roach snapped.

Ghost whacked him on the head.

"Be nice!"

Kick giggled and the other Ghosts came in and sat down. The two stared at the doorway expectantly.

"Oh, they're not coming. They're busy having a discussion about stuffs." Hesh said, guessing why they were waiting.

"Oh I see. They don't love us anymore, Ghost." Roach sighed.

He shrugged and said, "Well at least the Ghosts still love us."

"What sorta stuffs are they talking about?"

They all shared a glance.

"Ummm... th-"

"Liar! You should be ashamed! Lying to a child!" Roach gasped, dramatically putting a hand on his chest.

"Roach, I didn't say anything yet." Logan said in a defeated tone.

"Yeah, but what you were gonna say was a lie."

"How'd you know what I was gonna say?"

"I didn't but body language says quite enough, you evil liar." He hissed, sticking his tongue out at him.

Ghost just sat there laughing.

"Well okay then, Roach. You win." He said, putting his hands up in surrender while the others laughed.

"Damn straight I do, bitch."

"Are you knocked up on pain meds or something?"

"Nope, I'm just bored as hell. This place is so awful. Fuck my life." He said in a depressed tone.

"Well... I suppose you have been in here for a while. It's been a week, right?" Keegan asked, trying to count the days in his head.

"You suck at math, it's been 9 days counting today." Ghost put in.

"For you or for Roach? You've been in here longer."

"Wait what? He was here when I woke up..." He said confusedly.

"Well yeah, but first I was in... wherever it is that Luke lives." Roach explained.

"Oh... I guess I've been in here for like 13 days then."

"Yup, that's about it." Merrick said.

"It's boring in here! And it smells putrid! I wanna leave..." Roach complained.

"I hate to break it to ya, but you can't walk so you probably won't be leaving."

"Wait, then can't I lea-"

"No, Ghost. You'll tear the stitches in your leg if you try to walk." Hesh said, shaking his head.

Ghost sighed and pouted. Roach just smiled at him and poked his cheek.

"Couldn't someone just carry me?" He asked.

"I thought you hated that." Kick said.

"I do... but I'm tired of this place." He said, gesturing to the room.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? You already have a bad concussion."

"Yeah, but who said Archer was gonna carry me? He's definitely not because if he tries I'll stab him."

"Ummm... you shouldn't do that. It's not nice." Logan advised.

"Well it's not nice to drop people and give them concussions either." He challenged.

"But... okay, you got me there but what would you stab him with? You don't have any-"

"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. How would you know? It's not like you patted me down or searched my pockets at any time."

Hesh sighed. "You're too smart for your own good."

"I know, it's great isn't it?"

"No Roach, it's not."

"So we really aren't allowed to leave the infirmary?" He asked, giving them puppy dog eyes.

Keegan hesitated at the puppy dog eyes, but then shook his head. "Not until at least some of your stitches are out. You should be happy you haven't torn any yet."

"Ugh. Maybe I should, if only for some excitement." He mused.

"Roach! Don't do that! It's not exciting." Ghost said with a scowl.

"At least something happens then! I feel like chucking something at someone, just so something would happen."

"I don't suggest you do that."

"Why not?"

"Because if you do that I definitely won't ask Luke and Archer to let you two hang out in the rec room tomorrow." Merrick said seriously.

They turned and looked at him like he was a pot of gold. They were about to say something but were interrupted when Luke walked in and washed his hands at the sink.

"Who's gonna ask me what?" He asked, walking over to Roach to check on him.

"Can those two hang out in the rec room tomorrow as long as they're careful?"

"Hmmm... depends on if they behave. They're crazy."

He removed Roach's shirt to get a look at the stitches on his torso and back. They all just stared at the huge collection of bruises and scars that marred his body. Roach frowned when he noticed this.

"You know, if ya take a picture it'll last longer..." He said, giving them a wan smile.

They all awkwardly looked away when they realized they had been staring. They were just surprised at how many there were. They all had John on their minds. Luke didn't seem to notice the exchange and continued to look him over as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, you're good. Are your ribs feeling any better?"

"A bit, not much though." He replied, shaking his head.

"Okay, what about your head?"

"Still have headaches all the time."

"Well that's to be expected, but I'll give you some meds for it in a sec. Tilt your head back, I need to see the bruises on your neck." He instructed.

Roach did as he was told, cringing and tensing when Luke felt around the area. The hand-shaped bruises were still prominent around his neck. It made them all feel bad because they should have saved them sooner than they had.

"Those bruises should be almost gone in another week. You should be glad he didn't damage your vocal cords." He said, finishing up with Roach, who just nodded in response.

He gave him his pain meds, injecting them into the IV line and then moved to Ghost. He carefully pushed his pant leg up past his knee to examine the long line of stitches there. There were 32 stitches.

"Those look okay. Lay down." He muttered distactedly, pulling Ghost's shirt off and pushing him to lay down so he could look at the stab wound in his stomach.

Dan had stabbed him on the last day before they left. He had almost bled out before they had saved him. They had barely reached him in time.

"Fine... are your ribs okay?" He asked, sitting down on the bed.

Ghost nodded. "They're better than they were, it's more of a dull throb instead of fiery needles." He smiled slightly.

"Hah, yeah, I know the feeling." Roach laughed, thinking about the helicopter with a shudder.

"Oh, shit. I forgot to look at your burns." Luke said, standing and moving to the foot of the bed.

He unwrapped the bandages around his left foot (his right leg had a cast on) and set them aside. Burns were always a nasty thing to deal with, as blisters leaking puss and other fluids had formed there. Luke made a face and Roach was worried.

"What's wrong?" He asked nervously.

"Nothing, lay back." He said, pushing him down.

Roach just sighed and stared at the ceiling, knowing he wasn't going to get an answer until Luke was done. He studied the burns for a few moments before straightening and looking at Roach.

"How much do those hurt?"

Roach glanced at him and shuddered. "They feel like they're still on fire and they're melting."

Luke nodded and sighed.

"Well you won't be walking for a while, I'll say that much." He said, searching the cabinets for aloe vera lotion.

"What are you looking for?"

"Stuff."

He found it and poured some onto his hand. Then he returned to the foot of the bed and knelt down, gently applying the aloe vera lotion to the burns. Roach flinched and gasped, sitting up on his elbows.

"Owww! Don't touch them!" He cried, giving Luke a glare.

"This will help them heal faster, so sit back and stay still."

Ghost patted his head and hugged his arm in an attempt to distract him. Luke finished fairly quickly and wrapped them up in fresh bandages, setting the lotion on the bedside table.

"If you need to use that again, you can. It'll help relieve pain and speed up the healing process for those burns. You guys can go to the rec room tomorrow as long as you get some rest. Bye~" Luke said with a smile before he left.

The Ghosts, who had been talking amongst themselves during the check up, stood and turned to them.

"Well, we'd better get going. See ya tomorrow." Merrick said with a wave.

"BYE!" Kick yelled, running away.

"Byebye!" Logan chirped.

"See ya." Hesh said with a smile.

"Bye Mr. Death!" Keegan smirked.

Then they left the pair alone in the terribly boring infirmary.

"I wish infirmaries didn't exist." Roach muttered.

"I know, same. Oh, are we gonna tell them we're in a relationship or is that a secret?" Ghost asked.

Roach shrugged and said, "We'll tell them tomorrow I guess."

"Hmmm... Okay."

Roach gave him a peck on the lips and laid down beside him.

"Night." He said tiredly.

Ghost wrapped an arm around his smaller frame and pulled him closer.

"Goodnight Roach." He chuckled.

A/N: AAAAAHHHHHH WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY SO CUTE?! MAKE THEM STOOOOPPP! SERIOUSLY OMG! THAT SHOULD BE A CRIME! PLEASE REVIEW, WHILE I ARREST THEM FOR CUTENESS! ;)