Part 25

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~I want to keep this feeling deep inside of me; I want you always in my heart~

"I'm tired," Lance muttered miserably. "Why am I so tired?"

"Baby, you've spent the last six days mostly lying in bed," JC said, tightening his arm around Lance's waist. "Of course you're gonna be tired when you get up and walk around." He was used to this. He had been hearing it ever since they had started Lance's exercise routine two days ago. This consisted of JC helping Lance walk up and down the hospital hallway a few times. It wasn't a very vigorous routine, but Lance was still weak.

"Is it just me, or are the lights really bright out here?"

JC glanced around the hallway. The paint was blindingly white, and the lights were a little bright. To Lance, though, it probably seemed much worse. "It's not just you." Lance had been complaining for days about being sensitive to light. They had been keeping the lights in his room dim.

"It's making my head hurt."

JC sighed. "Lance, come on, we're almost done. Just once more up and down the hallway."

"Ok," Lance agreed, leaning heavily against JC. He groaned. "I wanna go home."

"I know. It will be soon, I'm sure."

"Yeah?" Lance said, doubtfully.

"Yeah, sure. I mean, look how much better you are now. You need to get off your lazy ass and exercise a little more, but...ouch!" he exclaimed as Lance poked him, hard.

"I'm not lazy," Lance said, frowning.

"I know that, Lance," JC said, as they turned back towards Lance's room. "I was just kidding."

"You're right," JC said, agreeably. "I'm sorry."

Lance smiled at him as they entered the room. He shut the door behind them, and turned back to JC, kissing him soundly. "You know, I like you like you like this," he murmured against JC's lips. "Agreeing with me and all. How long is that gonna last?"

JC laughed, kissing Lance again before helping him back into bed. "As long as it keeps you happy. And it's not like it's a new development. I've been agreeing with everything you say for the past five years."

Lance snorted. "Whatever." He reached out to give JC another poke, which JC avoided. "You're supposed to do everything I say, so get over here so I can hurt you."

JC shook his head. "Nope," he said, smiling. "I'm supposed to agree with everything you say, not do everything you say."

"You just disagreed with me," Lance pointed out.

"Yeah, well, you were wrong."

"So you're allowed to disagree with me when I'm wrong?"

"Then what's the point?" Lance said, feigning disappointment. "I want you to agree with me even when I'm wrong."

JC smiled sweetly. "But you're so rarely wrong."

Lance rolled his eyes and laughed, pulling JC down onto the bed on top of him.

"You liked that one, huh?" JC asked, brushing his lips against Lance's cheek.

"Yeah," Lance said, softly. "It was a good save." He shuddered as he felt JC's lips travel along his jaw to his ear.

"I aim to please," JC whispered, running his tongue along the shell of Lance's ear.

"God, I've missed you," Lance groaned, as he felt JC's hands drifting below the waistband of his sweatpants. The groan transformed into one of annoyance when they heard the door opening. JC kissed him quickly before shifting into a more presentable position, lying beside Lance, his arms around him.

"Perfect timing," Lance muttered as Dr. Williams entered. JC smiled and hugged him tighter.

"Well, Lance," Dr Williams asked, oblivious to what he was interrupting. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok. The light still hurts some."

"That's normal. It will go away soon. So, have you been up?"

"Yeah. Just before you got here." JC found that incredibly amusing. The doctor didn't know the half of it, he thought, laughing. Lance poked him again, which only made him laugh harder. Lance sighed. "This place is pretty boring, you know? There really isn't much to see here."

"Yes, well, then you should be happy to hear what I've come to tell you."

"What?" Lance said, intrigued.

"It looks like you're going to be going home tomorrow."

Lance's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" JC asked, concerned. Lance shot him a look. A minute ago he had been saying that Lance was well enough to go home. Now when the doctor said it, he was hesitating? "I mean," JC continued hastily, catching the look thrown his way, "is he really ok to go home? I mean, it's only been a week."

"He's recovering very well, JC," Dr. Williams said. "Believe me, we wouldn't be releasing him if we didn't think he would be all right. And it isn't like we're going to just let him go and forget about him. There's going to be follow-up appointments. And, of course, his radiation starts in week."

"So," JC said, "he's really going to be ok?"

"He's recovering very well," Dr. Williams repeated. JC frowned at his evasiveness, but Dr. Williams didn't seem to notice. Instead he turned back to Lance. "We've scheduled you for another MRI today."

Lance grimaced at the thought. God, how he hated that machine. JC noticed his expression and took his hand to comfort him. Lance smiled. "When will that be?" he asked.

"In about an hour," Dr. Williams replied. "Someone will come around for you." He glanced at his watch. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you a little later," he said, before leaving the room.

"Man," Lance said, "He's always in a hurry, isn't he?"

"Yeah," JC agreed. "Well, he's the best isn't he? I mean it makes sense that he has a lot of patients."

"Yeah," Lance said, softly. "Josh?"

"I'm going home tomorrow." Lance's face broke into a wide smile. JC smiled as well. "It's almost over," Lance said. "I'm gonna be ok. Everything's really going to be ok, isn't it?"

"Yeah," JC said, hugging him again, "It is."

"And no more interruptions," Lance said, winking.

JC laughed. "Oh God, I can't wait to get home."


	Inner Reflection \| home back to But Faith Part 25 ~I want to keep this feeling deep inside of me; I want you always in my heart~ "I'm tired," Lance muttered miserably. "Why am I so tired?" "Baby, you've spent the last six days mostly lying in bed," JC said, tightening his arm around Lance's waist. "Of course you're gonna be tired when you get up and walk around." He was used to this. He had been hearing it ever since they had started Lance's exercise routine two days ago. This consisted of JC helping Lance walk up and down the hospital hallway a few times. It wasn't a very vigorous routine, but Lance was still weak. "Is it just me, or are the lights really bright out here?" JC glanced around the hallway. The paint was blindingly white, and the lights were a little bright. To Lance, though, it probably seemed much worse. "It's not just you." Lance had been complaining for days about being sensitive to light. They had been keeping the lights in his room dim. "It's making my head hurt." JC sighed. "Lance, come on, we're almost done. Just once more up and down the hallway." "Ok," Lance agreed, leaning heavily against JC. He groaned. "I wanna go home." "I know. It will be soon, I'm sure." "Yeah?" Lance said, doubtfully. "Yeah, sure. I mean, look how much better you are now. You need to get off your lazy ass and exercise a little more, but...ouch!" he exclaimed as Lance poked him, hard. "I'm not lazy," Lance said, frowning. "I know that, Lance," JC said, as they turned back towards Lance's room. "I was just kidding." "Not funny." "You're right," JC said, agreeably. "I'm sorry." Lance smiled at him as they entered the room. He shut the door behind them, and turned back to JC, kissing him soundly. "You know, I like you like you like this," he murmured against JC's lips. "Agreeing with me and all. How long is that gonna last?" JC laughed, kissing Lance again before helping him back into bed. "As long as it keeps you happy. And it's not like it's a new development. I've been agreeing with everything you say for the past five years." Lance snorted. "Whatever." He reached out to give JC another poke, which JC avoided. "You're supposed to do everything I say, so get over here so I can hurt you." JC shook his head. "Nope," he said, smiling. "I'm supposed to agree with everything you say, not do everything you say." "You just disagreed with me," Lance pointed out. "Yeah, well, you were wrong." "So you're allowed to disagree with me when I'm wrong?" "Of course." "Then what's the point?" Lance said, feigning disappointment. "I want you to agree with me even when I'm wrong." JC smiled sweetly. "But you're so rarely wrong." Lance rolled his eyes and laughed, pulling JC down onto the bed on top of him. "You liked that one, huh?" JC asked, brushing his lips against Lance's cheek. "Yeah," Lance said, softly. "It was a good save." He shuddered as he felt JC's lips travel along his jaw to his ear. "I aim to please," JC whispered, running his tongue along the shell of Lance's ear. "God, I've missed you," Lance groaned, as he felt JC's hands drifting below the waistband of his sweatpants. The groan transformed into one of annoyance when they heard the door opening. JC kissed him quickly before shifting into a more presentable position, lying beside Lance, his arms around him. "Perfect timing," Lance muttered as Dr. Williams entered. JC smiled and hugged him tighter. "Well, Lance," Dr Williams asked, oblivious to what he was interrupting. "How are you feeling?" "I'm ok. The light still hurts some." "That's normal. It will go away soon. So, have you been up?" "Yeah. Just before you got here." JC found that incredibly amusing. The doctor didn't know the half of it, he thought, laughing. Lance poked him again, which only made him laugh harder. Lance sighed. "This place is pretty boring, you know? There really isn't much to see here." "Yes, well, then you should be happy to hear what I've come to tell you." "What?" Lance said, intrigued. "It looks like you're going to be going home tomorrow." Lance's eyes widened. "Really?" "Are you sure that's a good idea?" JC asked, concerned. Lance shot him a look. A minute ago he had been saying that Lance was well enough to go home. Now when the doctor said it, he was hesitating? "I mean," JC continued hastily, catching the look thrown his way, "is he really ok to go home? I mean, it's only been a week." "He's recovering very well, JC," Dr. Williams said. "Believe me, we wouldn't be releasing him if we didn't think he would be all right. And it isn't like we're going to just let him go and forget about him. There's going to be follow-up appointments. And, of course, his radiation starts in week." "So," JC said, "he's really going to be ok?" "He's recovering very well," Dr. Williams repeated. JC frowned at his evasiveness, but Dr. Williams didn't seem to notice. Instead he turned back to Lance. "We've scheduled you for another MRI today." Lance grimaced at the thought. God, how he hated that machine. JC noticed his expression and took his hand to comfort him. Lance smiled. "When will that be?" he asked. "In about an hour," Dr. Williams replied. "Someone will come around for you." He glanced at his watch. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you a little later," he said, before leaving the room. "Man," Lance said, "He's always in a hurry, isn't he?" "Yeah," JC agreed. "Well, he's the best isn't he? I mean it makes sense that he has a lot of patients." "Yeah," Lance said, softly. "Josh?" "Yeah, baby?" "I'm going home tomorrow." Lance's face broke into a wide smile. JC smiled as well. "It's almost over," Lance said. "I'm gonna be ok. Everything's really going to be ok, isn't it?" "Yeah," JC said, hugging him again, "It is." "And no more interruptions," Lance said, winking. JC laughed. "Oh God, I can't wait to get home."