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WHO: Sword, Sen
WHAT: Sword's more awake/ finding out if there's damage
WHERE: infirmary
WHEN: Morning after overdosing
RATING: TBA

Sword woke up and shifted a little trying to get more comfortable. He ended up having to settle for sitting up a bit. It wasn't like he needed to lay down anymore anyway. He had been sleeping on his back all night, it his back hurt him slightly from it. He tried to recall the events from last night, but was having trouble doing so. Though one thing stand out clearly in his mind as if it had just happened seconds before.

It was his mom. She was calling to him and then held him a motherly embrace, before telling him he couldn't cross over. She wouldn't allow it, and that he had better get back into his body this instant. He chuckled slightly at the memory. All these years and she hadn't changed a bit. At least not from what he remembered.

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Some time during the night Sen had shifted his head from the bed, to be curled up in the chair. He had his knees tucked against his chest, head on the back of the chair in an uneasy sleep.

The dressing on his foot was bloodied, but at least Bridget had gotten all the glass out of his foot, and there was no sign of infection.

Sword could hear Sen breathing. Sharing the same cell with him or a couple of years, he would be able to pick out his breathing blindfolded.

"Sen?" He said. His voice still hoarse from that damned breathing tube.

He stirred from his sleep, lowering his feet to the floor, wincing as that injured foot hit the ground. He rubbed at his eyes, running a hand through his messed up, slept on hair.

"Hey..." He smiled soft, reaching out to touch Sword's arm. "You're awake. How're you feeling?"

Sword put a hand on Sen's hand, but continued to stare directly in front of him. "Sore," He said honestly, "My back is killing me. I think it's from sleeping on it the entire night. And my throat hurts like a bitch. I sound like I had sand paper rubbed against my vocal cords."

"Can you sit up any further? I can rub your back that way for you if you'd like?" He felt pretty useless, he didn't know how to help make things better and he hated that feeling.

He reached for the jug of water and poured Sword a glass, holding it out to him. "Here, this might help the soreness."

Sword didn't take the glass, instead he sat there for awhile in silence before finally saying, "I'm thirsty as hell. You think you can get me some water or something?"

Of course, Sen's first reaction was 'What the hell? It's right here!', but he didn't say it out loud, he frowned, watching Sword for a long moment, trying to work out if Sword was playing around or being serious.

He placed the glass in Sword's hand, wrapping the man's fingers around it. Before getting up, moving to the other side of the bed. "Look at me."

Sword furrowed his brow. Why did Sen move to other side. He looked up at Sen, "What?" He said and took a sip of the water and held up the glass, "Thanks by the way." The water felt good going down. He fully enjoyed the feeling of the wet substance washing over his extremely dry throat. But it unfortunately didn't do anything for his voice. It still sounded as if his voice was put through a blender. It did help with the soreness though.

Sen let out a soft sigh of relieve when Sword looked at him, he cupped his hand on Sword's cheek, leaning in to kiss the man's forehead. "Nothing, I just wanted to see your face is all."

He took the empty glass from Sword and returned to his seat.

Sword raised an eye brow, "And you had switch sides to do that?" He asked confused, looking down at his lap with interest. He then thought of another question, "Why are you here? I mean I thought they didn't allow visitors."

Sen shrugged his shoulders. "Well... I came to be with you, of course! After all, I couldn't leave you in that state all by yourself... well that, and I cut my foot on broken glass."

He took hold of Sword's hand again. "I should have gone back to the cell last night, but I didn't want to leave you."

Sword looked up at Sen, "So the guards just let you come with me? And then let you stay the night? That's weird..." He said as if he hadn't heard the part about Sen's foot. Or as if Sen hadn't said it at all. He shrugged, "I guess we shouldn't question it though."

"I think they knew they'd have to either sedate me or drag me out kicking and screaming... So left me where I was." he smiled soft, giving Sword's hand a gentle squeeze.

Sword nodded and looked back to his lap. He suddenly forgot why he was nodding, "Wait. Why would they have to sedate you? Where were you? Sen you didn't do anything stupid did you?"

Sen frowned a little. "I was by your side, Sword. The whole time. I've been on my best behaviour... although if I see that doctor again, I may just hit him."

He lay his head on the bed near Sword's hip, smiling soft. "I love you."

Sword felt something dangling from his wrist. His other hand went to it and felt it. He smiled, it was the cross his mother gave him. He took it off his wrist and put it around his neck, fingers lingering on the cross. The events that happened that night with his mother rushing back to him.

Sen smiled at Sword again. "I hope she kicked your ass for being such an idiot." He teased, running a finger over the cross.

"Don't you dare do anything that stupid again, okay?" He warned, before his eyes softened and that smile returned. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Sword chuckled, "She just about did. What can I say? She's very much a black women." He laughed a bit, "She uh... likes you though." He said with a bit of sad smile.

"Well... someone likes me at least." He said, resting his chin on his arms. "I bet she was the best mom ever. My Mom hates me... my Dad too... they wish it'd been me in that car crash instead of my brother."

Sword nodded, "She did her best with what she had. My father never being around and her left to raise me by myself." He paused looking sad, "She was killed in a drive by. I was sick and she had gone to store to get me some ginger ale. She never came back..." He looked down at his lap with a sad expression on his face.

Sen reached out a hand to stroke Sword's face lovingly. "I'm sorry. It must have been hard for you. She's always with you though, just remember that." He sat up a little, leaing to press his lips to Sword's softly.

Sword nodded, "I know." He sighed, "So how did you step on broken glass?" He asked as if he suddenly remembered Sen telling him.

He shrugged. "Well... I'm guessing it was from your syringe... I'm not sure though, it was kinda dark and I had more important things to worry about - like getting you to the doctor."

He lay his head on Sword's lap. "Guess I better update Ky on your condition soon."

"Ky?" Sword said a little too eagerly, "Is he back?" He hoped so. Ky never promised he would come back, only that he would try. But in the other hand, he wasn't sure if he wanted Ky to see him like this.

Sen frowned at the sound of Sword's voice and sat back in the chair, shaking his head. "No, he's still away." I wish he'd stay away too. he added mentally.

"Just been talkig via journal... that's all. He's pretty worried about you."

Sword nodded, "Well, you can tell him I'm fine and every thing's okay." He lied. He knew every thing wasn't fine. He noticed one thing right off the bat, and still had to clue into the other. Damned side effects.

"Sen?" He said.

He tilted his head a little when Sword said his name, scrunching up his nose. "Hmmm? What is it?" He asked.

Sword opened his mouth to speak, "I..." He what? He paused trying to remember what it was he was going to say. He couldn't even remember what they had been talking about. "I.... forget what I was going to say...." He said a little confused.

Sen chuckled soft, taking Sword's hand in his once more, squeezing it softly. "It's probably because your body's exhausted. If it was important, you'll remember later." He reassured, smiling soft.

"Hey Sword? I meant what I said about you and Ky, you know?"

Sword nodded to Sen's last comment, but then wondered why he was nodding, "What.... did you say?" He said with his brows furrowed, trying to remember.

He frowned again, but then Sword had been extremely tired when he said it and barely conscious to boot. "Well... that... if you and Ky want to be together then... I won't stand in the way. But I don't like it - I don't like the thought of sharing one little bit."

Sword was getting more confused by the second. His hands went up to hold his head, as if he was trying to keep all his thoughts inside.
"Sharing? But.... Sen, you.... broke up with me?" That much he remembered. It was the reason he was where he was at the moment. "You even put in a cell change request, remember?"

"I... well yeah... But I thought that..." He sighed soft, shaking his head. "... Nevermind... I just I dunno... I figured we could work things out... but I guess it makes sense to be apart right? I mean... that way Ky gets you all to himself and you don't have to worry about keeping two guys happy..."

He let go of Sword's hand. folding his hands in his lap. In all the worry and panic he'd forgotten he'd supposed to have dumped Sword.

Sword grabbed the air for Sen's hand when he pulled it away, "Sen! I want to be with you as well. I need you.... with me.... more than ever now." Though he would never tell Sen why, "We can work this out. And no it doesn't make sense to be apart. Don't leave me." He said the last part in a quiet, weak voice.

"... Then... I'll try. For you." He sighed again, leaning to rest his head on the bed again. "Just... don't expect me to be happy about this whole arrangement... because I'm not. I'm selfish. I don't want to share." He clicked his tongue against his teeth. "... But I'll do it for you."

Sword rested a hand on Sen's head, "Thank you."

He smiled soft. "Well... having half of you is better than not having you at all. But don't you ever jump straight from his bed into bed with me, and never expect me to accept you and him in our cell on our bed."

Sword nodded, "The only time he'll be in our cell is to take me to the Villa." He chuckled weakly at his joke.

Silent tears rolled down Sen's cheeks onto the bed beneath. This whole situation really taking it's toll on his mental health. Were relationships always this hard? This complicated to keep things going? "So at least once a week?" He joked back, though his voice was tired and forced.

"Sen... It'll be okay. I promise." Sword was going to make a conscious effort not to talk about Ky in anyway. That way, hopefully Sen will forget that Ky was even in the picture. He heard Sen's name begin called behind him, "It looks like the doctor wants to check up on you." He said with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah. It'll be okay... Easy for you to say - you get all the good bits - two lovers and all that. Just remember how you felt when you found out I loved Norman and double that feeling... Because where I gave Norman up - you don't have to give Ky up - So I have to live with the knowledge that when you're not with me you're probably with him. And when you are with me that you're probably thinking about him. Just count yourself lucky that you're the one I think about all the time and the only one I share my body with."

He got up from his chair to go to the doctor, wincing a little at putting weight on his foot.

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