Jensen/Jared - The Past Never Stays There - Chapter 13a/14
Title : The Past Never Stays There - Chapter 13a/14
Author : angels3 aka Angela
Beta : munimula - who is the best beta ever and any mistakes left are so mine, and there will probably be a plenty as I had to rework some things after she sent it back to me. I hope I got all the mistakes as I had to do this twice. Don't ask you don't want to know
Word Count : 5374 this part - total 10,730
Pairing : Jensen/Jared
Supporting Characters : Eric, Kim, Sera, Mike, Tom, Chris, Steve, Chad, Kylan (who is a figmant of my imagination
Disclaimers : They don't belong to me because if they did.............................
Warnings : RPS M/M sex , not this chapter though.
Summary : This is the sequel to When Things Come Crashing Down. It starts immediately where that story left off.
You know that person that Chris never had the name for? Well he may soon get it. Jensen and Jared have to deal with someone from Jensen's past.
Chapters - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12a 12b 13a 13b 14
Kylan
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Chris exited the room, anger still running through his blood, but there was also a measure of satisfaction. The guard was standing a few feet away at the nurse's station. He approached as Chris shut the door behind him.
"Everything check out all right?" The man asked, stopping at his post beside the door.
"Yep, he'll be ready to roll as soon as his transport gets here," Chris answered, shoving his hands in pockets of his coat, turning to go back to Jensen's room.
"That's great to hear," the guard smiled.
Chris was two steps away when the guard spoke again.
"Mr. Kane."
Chris' heart stopped in his chest. He turned around slowly expecting to see a gun barrel pointed his direction.
"My wife really enjoyed the job you did on Angel," the guard said with a quick wink.
Chris released the breath he'd been holding. A small smile lifted his lips.
"Tell her thank you for me," he responded, making sure the man knew he was thanking him as well.
"I'll pass it along," the man assured, leaning back against the wall to finish his shift.
Chris made his way to the elevator, pulling the coat off as soon as the doors closed. He left the syringes and vials in the pocket, figuring some poor overworked intern would think they stuck shit in their coat again. He knew sleep deprivation would muddle anyone's brain after awhile. He shot over to the cafeteria to grab the coffees and was just getting off the elevator when Josh stepped into the hallway. Chris met him halfway, pausing to give Josh his cup.
"So you want to tell me why it took you almost an hour to get the coffee?" Josh asked mildly as he took a sip.
"They were pretty busy man," Chris lied.
"Really? That's funny, because Mike just came by a few minutes ago, said he and Tom had stopped in there to eat, and they were in and out in under thirty." Josh continued conversationally.
"That's strange. Maybe they just timed it right," Chris mumbled, refusing to give up on his story.
"Cut the bullshit Chris," Josh growled. "What the hell did you do?"
"Nothing you weren't planning on doing yourself," Chris challenged.
Josh watched Chris shift from foot to foot. "Just tell me what you did, so I know how bad it's going to be," a grim expression settled on his face.
"He's not dead unfortunately," Chris snarked.
"Well then you controlled yourself better than what I would have."
"You have a wife and kid to think about! Not to mention what Jensen would do if you went to jail because of that bastard."
"Yeah and you have Steve to think about. Who, by the way is sitting in the room with Mike and Tom, worried about why you're not back yet," Josh fumed, taking a step closer to Chris, "and do you really think Jensen would be any happier if it were you in jail instead of me?"
"Which is exactly why that piece of shit is still alive," Chris hissed, getting in Josh's face. "I'm not going to make him feel any more guilty than I know he will."
"Then tell me what you did, because I don't want to have to lie when he wakes up. He'll know it if I do."
"I just had a talk with him. No big deal," Chris answered, shrugging.
"Threatened him, you mean," Josh stated, frowning.
"No, more like a promise," Chris clarified.
"What kind of promise?" Josh questioned.
"I made it clear that no matter where he was sent, the inmates in his block would have plenty of reasons to make him their poster boy of pain." The smile on Chris' face was disturbing enough to have Josh taking a step back.
"So, you're planning on what? Making sure they have smokes and extra snacks in their care packages?"
Chris shrugged again." Whatever it takes man."
Josh sighed. He figured he should just be happy that Chris hadn't killed the fucker. Not that he, himself didn't hold the same desire to watch the bastard die a painfully slow, bloody death, because he wanted that in the worst way. He just knew what it would do to his brother if either of them did it.
"I'll let Steve know you're back and have his coffee. You'd better be prepared, though, because he's going to want to know the same thing I did," Joshua warned, grabbing his and Jared's coffee and headed back to the room, leaving Chris to trail behind him.
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It was several hours later that Jared was alone in the room with Jensen. Usually, there was at least one other person keeping watch with him. Dr. Patterson had told him that Jensen's fever had dropped almost a whole degree and that his lungs sounded a little better. Devon explained that if he continued to improve, they would start weaning Jensen off the medicine that was keeping him in the coma in couple of days. He'd told Jared that once off the medicine, it would still probably take at least two days for Jensen to wake up.
Jared sat by the bed, running his fingers through Jensen's hair, drifting in a hazy sort of consciousness. His only thoughts were of the man lying quietly as the machines beeped their steady rhythm. He'd been talking off and on to Jensen just like everyone that came to visit, and when they weren't talking to him, there was always some form of conversation going on around them. Jared made sure that if it did get quiet that he was always touching Jensen, so he'd know he wasn't alone.
"You know, if you wanted to sleep in this badly, you didn't have to go to such extremes," Jared said quietly. He smiled, thinking of the earful he'd hear if Jensen could tell him what he thought of Jared's opinion.
"You have to keep getting better," Jared continued, his voice raspy from use. "Devon said if you did, you could wake up soon. I miss being able to see you looking at me when I talk to you, and I'm not sure how much more I can take of hearing my own voice and not hearing you answer back," Jared confided, the lump in his throat making him swallow in order to finish his sentence.
Jared clasped Jensen's hand in his, bringing it to his lips. He kissed each knuckle, and down the side of Jensen's lax hand. Jared didn't even try to wipe away the tears he could feel making a slow slide down his cheeks. He rested his head beside Jensen's hip and pulled his hand up and placed his boyfriend’s limp hand on his own head, threading both their fingers through his hair.
"You're not allowed to give up," he whispered brokenly. "You're a fighter, so fight, damn it," Jared choked into the bedding.
He knew he wasn't being fair, knew that Jensen had fought and was still fighting for his life, but he couldn't help it. Just the thought of Jensen not being there, not being able to talk with him or touch him made Jared's heart ache so much it was a physical pain.
"Please don't leave me," Jared begged softly, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs as he finally let go of the tight reign of control he'd had on his fears.
Steve backed out of the door quietly, knocking into a startled Chris, shaking his head before Chris could voice an objection.
Chris got a glimpse of Jared, head resting on the bed, before Steve turned and pushed him into the hallway.
"Why'd you do that?" Chris asked, confused.
"Because Jared needed some time alone with Jensen."
When Chris continued to stare at him in bewilderment, waiting for more, Steve rolled his eyes.
"It's all finally hitting him," Steve explained, exasperated.
Chris stood there for a minute and then understanding flashed across his face, "Oh, OH!"
"Exactly."
"Shouldn't we make sure he's okay?" Chris asked worriedly, trying to see into the room around the blinds.
"No, I think he needs this time alone with Jensen to cope with everything that's happened. We both know he's not going to be okay until Jensen is," Steve responded gravely.
"Yeah," Chris agreed, reaching over and placing his hand over Steve's heart. "I can understand that," he said quietly.
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Two days passed slowly, every hour seeming to drag and bleed into the next. Devon had been happy with Jensen's progress on his last visit. He'd told Jared the fever was down to 101 and Jensen's lungs were much clearer. He warned that even with the improvements, Jensen still had an extended recovery ahead of him. Jared had been relieved that Devon was encouraged enough with the changes to start reducing the medicine keeping Jensen asleep.
The doctor reminded him it could still several days before Jensen woke up, but that it would be the body’s natural response to trauma and not the medicine holding him in sleep. A conversation that Jared had to keep reminding himself of as the first day slipped away and the second was on its way to the same.
Jared hadn't left the hospital once since Jensen had been admitted, and he didn't plan on leaving it without Jensen. Chad had tried to get him to go home and shower, maybe even eat something besides cafeteria food. He'd even tried to guilt him into leaving using Sadie and Harley, but even the dogs couldn't get Jared to budge, of course it didn't help that Jared knew that everyone was taking care of his babies and they weren't suffering.
Chad had finally resorted to bringing Jared a bag with clothes and toiletries, while Mike and Tom brought food that they knew Jared had a hard time refusing, hoping he'd eat more than a couple of bites. He hadn't even realized how much weight Jared had lost until Tom mentioned it because he was there every day and the other two only made it every other one, since they were taking care of things on the outside. The news had somehow leaked that Jensen was hospitalized and the guys had been fielding the calls and news reporters, trying to keep it to a dull roar.
Thankfully, no one knew why he was there yet, and if they were really lucky, no one would find out for a while. Jared wasn't naive enough to think someone wouldn't eventually figure it out, but he could always hope.
Chad showed up at his usual time, everyone having made a schedule so that there wasn't an overlap in visits, forcing someone to stay in the waiting room. The time frames also gave Jensen's family time to rest and left plenty of people to do food runs on their way in.
"How's he doing?" Chad asked as he met Mack in the hallway.
"Which one? Jensen's color is better, I think, and his breathing sounds less congested than it did a couple of days ago. Jared, on the other hand..." she trailed off.
"I know," Chad sighed. "He's the color of 200 year old paper," he mumbled referring to the jaundiced parlor his friend's tan had faded to and the brittle posture Jared seemed to hold his body in.
"I don't think he's been further than the cafeteria to get mom a drink," Mackenzie stated, worry weaving through her voice.
"I've tried to get him to go outside just to get some fresh air. Hell, even the doctor has threatened to ban him, but he wouldn't budge and Doc. Patterson didn't stand a chance, and he knows it," Chad confided.
"We were talking earlier and I think he feels guilty, but it's the most ridiculous thing I can imagine."
"Did he tell you he felt guilty?" Chad asked, scowling at the notion.
"No, it was just some of the comments he made, and I tried to tell him without coming right out and saying that none of it was his fault."
"Why didn't you want to just tell him straight out?"
"Because if I was just reading things into it, I didn't want him to think I was blaming him by bringing it up," Mack stated tiredly.
"Good call," Chad agreed. "I don't think you misread him though. I've been listening to some of the things he's said, and between Jensen and his dogs, which he hasn't mentioned, but I've seen his face when I tell him how they're doing, I just don't know what to do to convince him he's not to blame," Chad said quietly.
"We'll just have to keep reminding him he's not," Mack said firmly. "At least until Jensen wakes up and can talk some sense into him."
"He still hasn’t woken up?" Chad asked.
"No, but the doctor said he's out of the coma and just in a normal sleep pattern now, so it, hopefully, won't be long."
They stood and talked for a little longer until Josh showed up to run Mack back to the hotel, having rented a car to keep from taking a cab fifty times a day.
Chad braced himself before entering the room. He despised seeing his friend the way he'd been over the last several days.
"Hey," Chad greeted, sitting down on the opposite side of the bed.
"Hey," Jared answered quietly, his eyes flicking up to meet Chad's for a second before returning to Jensen.
"How's he doing?" Chad asked, even though he'd already gotten a report. He felt it was necessary to engage Jared in conversation when at all possible. His friend was living inside his head way too much when he wasn't talking to Jensen.
"Better, fever is still coming down and Devon said his chest sounds clearer," Jared responded, running his hand over Jensen's arm.
Chad watched as Jared picked up a tube of ointment and carefully applied the gel to the raw and abraded skin around Jensen's wrist, his fingers gently massaging the ointment into the pale flesh.
He felt like a voyeur watching Jared care for each wrist and then move to Jensen's ankles. The act was so intimate, he found himself holding his breath, afraid he'd shatter something that couldn't be put back together. Only when Jared finished and was leaning back in his chair with Jensen's hand in his did Chad feel it was okay to speak.
"How are you holding up?"
Jared looked over at him confused.
"What do you mean? I'm fine. It's Jensen we need to worry about," he answered, returning his attention to the man on the bed.
"Really? Because I'm sure if you were to get on a set of scales you've lost a good ten pounds, if not more."
"I'm fine, I've....." Jared started but Chad just kept talking over him until he gave up.
"I know you haven't been sleeping, and I realize you're worried," Chad continued, ignoring Jared's scowl. "However, some of it’s pure stubbornness."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Jared huffed.
"Bull shit, you don't," Chad growled. "They gave you pain medicine for that broken hand, and I've yet to see you take one!"
"Doesn't mean I haven't. You're not here all the time," Jared argued.
"All right then, let me see the bottle. We'll see how many are left," Chad spat back, calling his friend's bluff.
Jared deflated in front of him. "Fine, I haven't taken any."
"Why the hell not?" Chad bit out.
"I didn't want to be unconscious in case something happened, and now I have to make sure I can function in case Jensen wakes up and needs me."
"Do you think he needs to wake up and see you like this?" Chad asked, waving his hand at Jared's appearance. "You've lost weight, and you don't just have bags under your eyes, you have the seven piece ensemble. When was the last time you brushed your hair? You need to shave again because I know it's been at least three days since your face has seen a razor.
"What if he wakes up while I'm in the other room? I can't not be here when he wakes up," Jared hissed.
"Why? Do you think he's going to believe for one minute you weren't here? That you didn't stay glued to his side 24/7? You know as well as I do Jensen knows you better than that," Chad shot back, exasperated.
I"I need to be here when he wakes up," Jared said softly.
"Why's he not waking up Chad? He's supposed to be waking up," Jared whispered brokenly.
Chad leaned forward in his chair, drawing Jared's attention away from Jensen for a moment.
"He will, Jared. The doctor already told you he's making his way back. Didn't Dr. Patterson tell you he was in a normal sleep pattern, that he wasn't in the induced coma anymore?"
"Yes, but he's still not awake," Jared accused.
Chad knew Jared had listened to everything the doctor had said, but he was also aware of Jared's need for time limits, especially on important things. As unorganized and spontaneous as the man appeared, he really wasn't. His mornings typically consisted of running with the dogs, weights, waking Jensen, a shower, waking Jensen, grabbing coffee and a piece of fruit, waking Jensen and going to work. His nightly ritual was pretty much the same minus the weights and waking Jensen.
Jared absolutely had to know when he needed to be somewhere and how long was the longest it would last. If not, he felt out of sorts and totally scatter-brained, a feeling he didn't like. Not knowing when Jensen was supposed to wake up had to be driving him insane. Chad wasn't surprised he'd latched onto the two days Dr. Patterson started with, and it was now firmly implanted in Jared's mind that Jensen was to wake up then and nothing else would do. Although, he was fairly sure earlier wouldn't have hurt Jared's feelings at all.
"Jared the doctor told you roughly two days. It was an estimate, he told you that. He said every patient was different. It could be sooner, or it could take longer. Jensen had already been sick before all this mess happened. It's no wonder his body needs the extra time to heal."
"I know. It's just I need him to wake up so I know he's really getting better. Devon can tell me looks better, and sounds better, that his fever is down, but until he opens his eyes and is responding. *I* don't know that's he's improving," Jared explained, slumping back in his chair exhausted.
"I understand, but if his body still needs the rest then it's a good thing if he keeps getting it. I realize it doesn't help your peace of mind, but in the long run, he'll be better off for it."
"Yeah, I know," Jared grudgingly agreed. "Doesn't make it any easier," he pouted.
"Go take a shower, a long one. Then shave that shit off your face. You know I'm the only one that can pull off that rugged look," Chad ordered.
"A small smile pulled at Jared's lips. "Dude, you can't grow one of these," he said, stroking the scruff that was well on its way to a beard. You always look like someone started a patchwork quilt and left half the patches off your face when you try."
"Get your ass in that bathroom," Chad growled, throwing a plastic cup at his friend’s head. "I think I'm beginning to like Jensen more than you."
Jared laughed for the first time in what felt like forever. He clutched his chest, backing his way toward the bathroom, "I'm wounded man."
"You're going to see wounded if you don't disappear for at least thirty minutes," Chad threatened, smiling.
When Chad was sure Jared was actually in the shower, he pulled his chair closer so he could speak without being heard if someone walked in. He took in the bruises littering Jensen's wrists, arms and neck, the colors changing from the deep blue/black and purple to sickly green and yellow around the edges. Chad shook his head, trying to clear the images of what Jensen must have gone through while he's been at Kylan's mercy, or lack thereof, as the case was.
"Hey, man, I know you're tired, and you've got a damn good reason to be, but Jared's falling apart out here. He really needs you to wake up," Chad said quietly. "You know how I am about Jared, so I'm not above using the guilt trip. You don't even have to stay awake but a minute, just long enough for him to know you're coming back," Chad bargained.
He squeezed Jensen's arm gently and sat back in the chair. He could have sworn he saw Jensen's eyelashes flutter. When ten minutes of staring didn't elicit any movement, he decided he'd been wishing so hard he'd make himself see things.
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Jared glanced at his watch as he shifted in his chair, trying to get comfortable. Dr. Patterson had dropped by sometime around midnight and removed the ventilator and feeding tubes. He'd been at the hospital later than expected, due to a pile up on one of the bridges. Devon told Jared he wasn't coming in until later the next day, so he wanted to remove the tube just in case Jensen chose to wake up before he came back in.
Jared's eyes drifted to Jensen's still form, happy that he could see his face now that he was breathing unassisted. He caught himself watching Jensen's chest rise and fall, holding his own breath, waiting for each and everyone. Jared shifted again, trying to decide if it was even worth going back to sleep at four in the morning. Chad had made him take a half a pill for pain when he'd refused to take a whole one and he'd found it was just enough to take the edge off without knocking him out or leaving him so muddled he couldn't function.
He finally sighed, throwing back the blankets and deciding not to bother. Jared knew the nurses would be by in an hour or so to take Jensen's vitals and change out his IV bags. He made a quick trip to the bathroom to take care of his bladder’s urgent request of relief and to run a brush over his teeth and hair. When he was finished, he pulled a chair closer to the bed and grabbed the ointment off the stand.
Jared had begged the nurses to let him take over the three time daily application of antibiotic ointment to Jensen's wrists and ankles. The nurses had checked with Dr. Patterson, and upon his approval, handed over the tube and showed him how to apply it. They still checked the abrasions on each visit, praising Jared on the care and attention he gave his boyfriend.
Jared didn't think he was doing anything that anyone with a loved one in the hospital wouldn't do. He was just happy they allowed him to help. It made him feel as if he were doing something to help Jensen since he'd failed so spectacularly at protecting him. Jared was working on Jensen's left ankle when he was positive he felt his foot try to twitch away. Under normal circumstances he couldn't touch Jensen's legs from the knees down unless they were in the middle of sex because he was so ticklish, a condition Jared took advantage of at any and every opportunity.
He paused in his ministrations and pulled his hands away, glancing up at Jensen to see if he was awake and then back down to his foot. When his boyfriend stayed stubbornly silent in sleep, he moved to Jensen's right ankle, starting the process of applying and gently massaging the medicine in when he felt the twitch again. Jared noticed his shirt was brushing against the bottom of Jensen's foot when he worked, making him wonder if Jensen was starting to wake up by responding to the ticklish stimuli.
He finished the right ankle and set the tube aside, trying to decide how to proceed. Jared kept waiting for some sign that Jensen was waking, but he didn't see so much as a flutter of lashes. Throwing caution to the wind, not that what he was about to hurt Jensen, he slid his index finger from the heel of Jensen's foot to the ball in a just barely there touch. The reaction was instantaneous, as Jensen tried to pull his foot away in a weak jerk.
Jared couldn't believe how ecstatic he was at such a small gesture, but he could feel his heart stutter and he was sure if anyone walked into the room and witnessed the grin on his face they'd think he was manic. He moved the chair back to the head of the bed wanting to be close so Jensen could see him when he woke up and not be afraid. Jared thought about paging a nurse but rejected the idea just as quickly. Jensen hadn't actually woken up so there wasn't anything they could do. They'd tell him to keep an eye out for changes and call them when he decided to rejoin his friends and family.
He leaned over placing, a kiss on Jensen's forehead, he settled back and picked up the book he'd started reading aloud to Jensen a couple of days ago when he'd gotten tired of hearing his own monologue.
Jared had noticed he was even thinking out loud just so he could have something for Jensen to hear. He'd been reading over an hour when the hair on his neck stood on end. He glanced at the door to see if anyone had come in without him knowing it, but no one was there so he went back to the story. He read for another few minutes, the sensation of being watched starting to make him wonder if the room was haunted, an observation that would have Jensen raising that damn eyebrow at him.
"You don't like my eyebrow?" a raspy voice questioned.
Jared jerked so hard in his chair he nearly toppled over.
"Jesus! Don't do that, you're only supposed to do that to Chad!" Jared gasped, trying to calm his heartbeat.
He realized that Jensen was awake, not only awake, but talking to him the same instant he uttered the last syllable.
"Oh my God, you're awake!" How do you feel? Do you need anything? Shit! I've got to page the nurse." Jared rattled off.
Jensen waited patiently until Jared paused to take a breath. "Jared?"
"Yeah sorry," Jared apologized sheepishly when he realized he was babbling incessantly.
"Are you all right?" Jensen asked worriedly.
He'd noted the cast on Jared's hand all the way up the wrist and the broken and swollen flesh along the knuckles of his other.
Jared sat back speechless for a minute. He shouldn't really have been surprised that Jensen's first question was about his well being. He just couldn't get past the reality of Jensen laying in a hospital bed and asking if Jared was okay.
He shook his head, a grin pulling at his lips, "You're supposed to be answering that for me," Jared informed him.
"Sorry, I couldn't keep up with all the questions you asked," Jensen rasped, a small smile gracing his lips.
"Here, let me get you some water. It'll help your throat." Jared grabbed the pitcher and poured some into a cup, holding the straw so Jensen could take a few sips. He wiped up the small amount that spilled because of the way the bed was reclined, but he didn't dare touch anything until Jensen had been checked, which reminded him he still hadn't called the nurse. He pushed the call button, setting the cup down so he could take Jensen's hand in his.
Jensen took his time studying Jared as he was informing the nurse that Jensen was awake. Besides the cast and contusions on his on his hands, there were dark bruises under his eyes from lack of sleep. He noted that Jared's clothes were wrinkled and seemed to hang on him, not fitting as well as Jensen remembered.
"Jared, are you really okay? He didn't hurt you did he?" Jensen asked, fear starting to seep through his consciousness.
Jared was stunned by the question but the rapid increase of Jensen's heart monitor had him rushing to answer.
"No, baby he didn't hurt me, I never even got a chance to see him. I promise, he didn't hurt me except by taking you." Jared reassured.
He noticed Jensen's eyes flicker to his hands and back to his face, the questions clear in their green depths.
"I didn't get near him. Tom dumped him in the trunk and wouldn't give me the keys. I may have been a little zealous in my attempts to get in there to him." Jared glossed over the attack he'd carried out on the trunk. He should have known Jensen wouldn't let it rest there.
"How did you break your hand doing that?" He asked, clearing his throat again when it became too scratchy to push words through without doing so wincing at the pain it caused.
Jared grabbed the cup and let Jensen take a few more sips, running his fingers through Jensen's hair after he set the cup aside.
"I tried to rip the trunk apart with no tools." Jared mumbled, dropping his eyes to stare at the bed.
Jensen paled at the damage Jared had done to himself because of him.
"Please don't do that again," Jensen whispered.
Jared looked confused, "Do what?"
"Hurt yourself because of me."
Jared didn't get the chance to argue the point, because one of the nurses had entered the room. She took Jensen's vitals, asked if questions to determine how lucid he was and if his memory were affected by the ordeal he'd endured. She informed them that Dr. Patterson had been paged, and that she would let them know when he called. Jensen asked if he could have his bed raised some and was given the okay. Jared gave the bed small adjustments until Jensen told him where he was the most comfortable.
Jared was relieved when the nurse finally left, and he could address Jensen's last comment. He shifted his chair around so he was as close to the bed as he could get without crawling into it with Jensen. He wanted to make sure he could see Jensen's face and Jensen could see his, no matter how much he tried to hide.
"I didn't get hurt because of you. It was no one's fault but Kylan's, absolutely no part of this was yours. Plus, I was the one that decided to use my bare hands on the trunk. You're not responsible for my actions, only I'm responsible for that, and I made that choice." He stated, keeping his eyes pinned to Jensen's.
"Maybe, but I made the choice to see him in the first place, and it led to all of this," Jensen said sadly, waving his hand weakly between the two of them.
"You also made the choice to leave the relationship, it was his to continue to purse it, and in the manner he did. Even after legal intervention for all the good it did." Jared pointed out passionately.
Jensen sighed, leaning back into the pillow closing his eyes for a minute. Jared noticed a small smile turning up the corners of Jensen's mouth.
"What's so amusing?" he asked.
Jensen opened his eyes to look at Jared. "I was just thinking that Dean was smarter. He at least used a crow bar instead of his hands."
"Ass," Jared growled, but there was a grin stretched across his face.
If Jensen was finding humor in the situation, maybe things wouldn't be as hard to deal with after all.
"Seriously though are you sure you're okay?" Jensen questioned yet again.
"I'm fine Jensen." Jared assured, smoothing his hand through Jensen's hair. He relaxed a little more when Jensen leaned into the touch.
"Hey, why don't you get some rest while I call your family and let them know you're awake," Jared suggested softly.
"Are they here?" Jensen blinked his eyes, trying to stay awake.
"No, they're at a hotel about ten minutes away."
"Oh, wake me up when they get here?" Jensen asked.