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Who: Sen, Sword
When: Daytime
Where: Infirmary
What: Talking
Rating: PG



Sen had been sat in the chair beside Sword's bed constantly - apart from one short toilet break and a brief chat with Sam. He yawned, rubbing his eyes, letting out a soft sigh, reaching out to stroke Sword's head gently, petting lightly.

Sword stirred slightly. It was the first time he moved at all since coming to the infirmary.

Sen jumped a little, half torn between running and fetching a doctor or watching to make sure he didn't imagine it.

A slightly frown appeared between Sword's brows, you would have had to look to notice it.

Sen dragged his chair closer, watching over Sword intently. He slipped his hand into the other man's, avoiding all the tubes and pipes and other medical things he just didn't understand, giving a gentle squeeze.

Sword stirred again and groaned slightly.

This time Sen let go of Sword's hand, moving over to the doctors office, knocking on the door.

Damon was doing some paper work. He stopped when he heard the knock and went to answer it, "yes?"

"I think Sword might be coming around, he stirred slightly and groaned."

Damon nodded, "That's good sign. Let me know if he needs anything."

Sen nodded, smiling a little, before moving back to the chair, once more taking hold of Sword's hand.

Sword stirred again and moaned, it was like he was trying to pull his hand away.

Sen released his hold, resting his hand on the bed instead.

After a few long minutes, Sword finally opened his eyes a crack.

Sen smiled slightly. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

Sword groaned and then winced.

"Do you need anything? Want me to fetch the doc?"

Sword shook his head slowly, "Well....."His voice came out hoarse and weak, "There is...... one thing. But it seems....... that it was denied to me...."

Sen reached out stroke Sword's hair. "Death isn't the answer Sword. I don't know what made you want to die, but I guess it has something to do with that little boy."

Sword winced as if he had been punched in the gut, "Shut up..."

Sen sighed and kissed Sword's shoulder. "I'm sorry." At some point during the day Sen had moved the crucifix from Sword's wrist to around the man's neck.

Sword flinched away from Sen's kiss, "What are you doing here anyway?"

Sen held up his bandaged arm. "A little bit of an accident." He paused. "And because I wanted to make sure you'd be okay."

"Why? It was you, after all, who told me to do what I did to get me here."

"What?! No I didn't!! Why would I tell you to kill yourself!!"

"You told me to eliminated the problem."

"I didn't mean kill yourself! I knew I shouldn't have let you go! I should have made you talk to me whether you wanted to or not..."

Sword snorted.

"So who is he? The boy?"

"Not my son. I can tell you that much."

Sen frowned, beginning to put the pieces together. "I'm sorry." He sat back in the chair, rubbing his arm lightly.

"No, you're not."

"I don't like seeing you hurting."

"Sure, sure."

Sen frowned. "Just because you don't care about me doesn't mean that I don't care about you."

"If you say so."

"Just accept that I love you and I won't let you kill yourself, killing you is my job."

Sword rolled his eyes.

Sen pressed a soft kiss just behind Sword's ear. "You want a drink of water or something?"

Sword pulled his head away, "I'm fine."

Sen nodded. "Okay." He was quiet for a moment. "You want something to read?"

"I'm fine," HE repeated.

Again Sen was quiet for a brief moment. "What did you take?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Was it hotshot?"

"It doesn't matter."

Sen drew his knees up into the chair. "Did you really want to die?"

"Yes."

"Sword... When you get outta here, move back into my cell?"

"Why?"

"So I can keep an eye on you."

Sword rolled his eyes, "I don't need a baby sitter."

"Maybe not, but you do need a friend."

"I'm fine."

Sen frowned a little. "Trying to kill yourself isn't what most people consider being 'fine'."

"I don't need your, Sen! If I want to die, shouldn't that be my decision!?"

"And screw all the others you leave behind..."

"How would I be screwing them over?"

"By abandoning them."

"They'll find someone else to led them."

"Maybe some will, but not everyone could replace you that easily."

Sword rolled his eyes.

"Besides, you promised to be the one to kill me, and death by depression doesn't count, so you gotta stick around."

"I'll kill you now if you like."

"And how do you plan to do that?"

"I’ll find a way if you don't stop pissing me off."

Sen frowned, tucking his feet under himself. "I'm not even doing anything."

"Oh no?"

"What am I doing then?"

"I told you; pissing me off."

"Yeah, but how exactly?"

"by not shutting the fuck up!!!!" Sword winced and the heart moniter beeping rapidly.

Sen stood, pressing Sword's shoulders back against the bed. "Fine, I'll shut up, but you just lay there and calm down before your heart explodes or something."

"At least I'd get what I want..."

"You're stronger than death, you can overcome this. One day you'll get out of here and you can have as many kids of your own as you want."

"My sentence is 200 years. I'm not getting out anytime soon."

"You never know 5 - 10 - 15 years down the road, they might let you out for good behaviour - you'll still be young enough to start a family."

"Good behavior," Sword scoffed.

"Well you cover your tracks pretty well, half the time they can't prove it's you. There's always the chance you'll get outta here."

Sword snorted.

"Have faith, Sword." Sen stroked Sword's hair lightly.

Sword flailed, "Stop it."

"Then lay still and calm down and I won't have to touch you."

"I was!"

Sen flopped back into the chair. "They need comfier chairs in here."

Sword remained silent.

Sen let out a soft sigh. "You really don't like having me near you anymore, do you?"

"What gave me away?"

Sen didn't reply, merely sighed sadly, rubbing his arm.

"Am I supposed to feel sorry that I don't love you back?"

"No."

"So then what's your problem?"

"I don't have a problem."

Sword snorted

Sen drew his knees back into the chair, resting his elbows on them. "You should get some sleep, your body needs time to recover."

"Why?"

"Because you messed it up filling it with that junk."

Sword scoffed, "Why won't you just let me die?"

"Because I'm a selfish kinda guy and I like having you around."

Sword snorted.

"Besides, I'm looking forward to seeing the looks on the faces of those who thought you were already dead."