A/N: I feel like all I do is apologize for how inconsistent I am with posting chapters... Here is a new chapter a little SLAY for your enjoyment.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty." Clay chuckles as he leans over Sonny.

Sonny pops an eye open. "You're lucky I can't walk, asshole."

"Like you would do anything anyways." Clay chuckles as he sinks into the chair next to Sonny.

"Ya ain't funny." Sonny grumbles.

"What's wrong buttercup?" Clay pokes.

"Nothin." Sonny mumbles.

"Dude, for real, what's going on? When I saw you a few days ago everything seemed okay." Clay says leaning forward.

"All good Clay." Sonny snaps.

"Look, I remember lying in that bed not knowing if my career was over." Clay lets out a breath. "Not know if life as I know it was over."

"I'm so glad that you're an expert on how I'm feelin." Sonny says refusing to look at Clay.

"I just don't understand what changed in the last couple of days. Four days ago you seemed hopeful." When Sonny doesn't answer Clay continues to push. "Did something happen in PT?"

"Nothin happened." Sonny replies.

"Fine man." Clay leans back in his chair. "If you just want to sit there and suffer in silence then go right ahead."

After several minutes of silence Sonny speaks in a much weaker tone than normal. "I, um, I didn't realize how much havin Lisa here helped. This is a lot harder without her here to keep my mind off of everything tryin to run through it."

"Man, why didn't you call me?" Clay asks.

"Nah. You're great blondie, but ya ain't Lisa." Sonny says looking over at him.

"So you don't want me to climb into the bed and cuddle with you?" Clay manages to say without laughing.

"Ya would do that for me princess?" Sonny chuckles

"Anything to help my brother out." Clay responds as he watches Sonny smile for the first time since he walked into his hospital room. "Made you laugh."

"Thanks man." Sonny shakes his head.

"When was the last time you guys have been apart this long?" Clay asks.

Sonny thinks for a few seconds. "That Claymation would have to be when she was at OCS, and we were on that Gucci deployment that went to hell in a handbasket."

"That's been years." Clay notes. "On a normal day that would suck."

"Yeah." Sonny agrees. "I think her and I forget just how used to bein together we are. I can tell she's tryin to put on a brave face for me so I don't worry about her, I know she hates bein gone just as much as I hate her bein gone."

"I mean you are Sonny and Davis after all." Clay chuckles.

"I always thought it was dumb when people would say someone was their other half, but here Lisa and I are." Sonny says unlocking his phone to look at the background photo of them.

"Yeah, anyone can see how perfect you two are for each other from a mile away." Clay shakes his head. "I should have seen it way sooner."

"Ehh, we worked pretty hard to hid it." Sonny shrugs. "We knew we had a lot to lose."

"Then the guys went crashing through your bedroom door." Clay laughs at the memory.

"Assholes. A man deserves his privacy." Sonny huffs.

"In my defense, I did try to tell them that and that they probably won't like what they found. But clearly those three didn't listen to me." Clay tells Sonny.

"I don't believe ya for a damned second." Sonny responds.

"No really, I did." Clay pauses. "It may or may not be because I had a feeling Davis was going to be in your bed and turns out I was right about that fact."

"I'd ask ya how figured that out, but ya kinda caught us makin out in the supply closet the night before." Sonny laughs.

"Uh yeah." Clay chuckles. "It was a pure moment of panic when the lightbulb went off while we were standing in your living room."

"I can only imagine." Sonny laughs.

"Then the bra on the longhorns. Oh and the don't sit on the end of the sofa." Clay adds.

"I was tryin to spare ya the despair of sittin in the same place as it had gone down the night before. One could say I was bein a great friend in that moment." Sonny says pointing at Clay.

"Why in the hell am I even friends with you?" Clay asks.

"Because I'm Sonny motherfuckin Quinn."

"Yeah, that's not a reason." Clay tells him.

Sonny's come back is interrupted by a knock at the door of his hospital room. A physical therapist opens the door a pushes a wheelchair into the room. "Hi Sonny, are you ready for physical therapy?"

"Not really." Sonny groans. "But I ain't really got a choice." Sonny pulls himself into a sitting position in the bed and looks at Clay. "Ya ain't gotta stay for this."

Clay shakes his head. "Are you kidding me brother, I fully plan on being a bigger pain in the ass to you than Swanny was to me during my rehab. I'm not going anywhere."

"I can't even walk yet." Sonny grumbles.

"I remember when I couldn't walk. Hell, when I was refusing to even get out of the bed, but Swanny never let me give up and not put one hundred precent into my rehab." Clay stands. "There is no I'm not repaying that debt to the universe." He sees Sonny is sold on this plan. "You can't let have bad karma like that."

"See the way ya say that, you're gonna walk outta here and get hit by a damn bus and I'm gonna feel like it's my fault for the rest of my life." Sonny shakes his head. "Ya should be ashamed of tryin to make me feel like that."

"Well, I'm coming to PT with you, aren't I?" Clay shrugs.

"I hate ya." Sonny returns.

"Yeah, yeah. Now let's get you into this wheelchair. The sooner you get your ass up, the sooner you'll be walking again." Clay tells him.

"And the motivational bullshit begins."