Runaways ~ NC17 ~ Liam/Spike (William) ~ AU Human ~ Chapter 4
Here it is finally, only about 2 weeks late. Sorry for the delay. Hope you like the chapter and that it was worth the wait.
Title: Runaways
Authors: angelspike69 and anamcara420
Pairing: Liam/Spike (William)
Rating: Adult. This story contains M/M sex. If that isn’t your cup of tea then go away now and don’t read any farther.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Angel and Spike don’t belong to us. If they did, they’d be following up all their fighting and snarking with each other with lots of manly shagging.
Spoilers: No spoilers at all as this is a story that takes place in an alternate universe where our boys are totally human and have never been vampires. We’re not even sure if they believe in them.
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Notes: Would like to extend our sincere thanks to makd for her beta of our story (we remembered the “pickles”). You are the best sweetie!!!!! Previous chapters can be found here.
Summary: Two damaged young men meet by chance in the woods in Vermont. Through conflict and kindness and the special magic of Christmas, they stop running from their pasts and help each other to heal.
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Chapter 4
Hunched into his parka, Liam muttered to himself and stomped over the icy snow. Spike. Huh. Appropriate. Like one of those old railroad spikes. Sharp and deadly. Pounds into your life…your heart…No! Never again. He’s trash…a street whore. He probably has…Oh shit no…no…no. Liam yanked open the barn door and walked into his workshop; his haven. It was no safe place tonight. His anger boiled over into terror and he sank into the old rocking chair next to the stove. What if Spike had AIDS? He’s so young. I can’t do that again. I can’t. I won’t. Liam held his head in his hands and cried.
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Bella and Mac watched as Spike stalked around the cabin, cursing furiously in a low voice. The two animals had bolted into the safety of the bedroom when the two men began to yell at each other. They weren’t used to such noise. When the shouting ceased, Mac crept quietly back into the living room and sat contemplating Spike. The blond young man stopped suddenly and pressed both hands to his head.
“Shit. Fuck. My head…feels like a hot poker is stabbing into it. Where’d Liam put those pills?” Spike walked into the bathroom and found the ibuprofen in the cabinet. He looked at himself in the mirror. His face was flushed bright red. He did feel hot. Stupid. Had to snoop, you stupid sod. You hated it when one of those dregs in your mom’s house touched your stuff. I didn’t take anything. Stupid ponce. Carrying a damn torch for a dead man. Ranting was not helping his head. He grabbed the pills and headed to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, grabbed a beer and washed down the pills. Fuck. I’m hot. Why the hell am I hot? Its bloody freezing. He glanced toward the fireplace and noticed that there were only embers beneath the logs. He really wasn’t certain how to light the fire. I’d probably set the damn house on fire! Bugger! William. You. Are. A. Stupid sodding… He stopped his thoughts. William? Where the hell did that come from? He stomped back to the fridge and grabbed another beer. He pressed the bottle to his face to cool it.
Damn headache. I’ll just lie on that mattress. Watch a movie. Ponce’ll feel guilty. They always do after they… Spike grabbed a movie, put it in the player and lay down carefully on the mattress. He flicked on the TV and pressed play. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom appeared on the screen. Mac flopped down next to him. Spike watched the movie for a while and despite the brutal headache fell asleep, exhausted from the verbal battle with Liam and from his own raging emotions.
A while later, Spike jerked awake. He was having trouble breathing. His chest hurt now as well as his head. He sat still for a few minutes and then began to cough violently, gasping for breath between the spasms. He was terrified. “Mac, go get Liam.” He gasped and fell back onto the mattress.
Mac licked the young man’s face. Spike panted and coughed, but didn’t open his eyes. The dog prowled, whining. He stopped near Spike and licked him. He nudged Spike with his head but the young man didn’t move. He barked, but Spike didn’t wake. Finally, the dog raced to the back door, pawed on the wood and barked loudly.
Liam was still sitting in the rocking chair when he heard Mac's barks. He listened intently. The dog whimpered and barked again and again. Usually, Mac only barked in greeting or if something was wrong. Liam sprung out of the chair and threw on his jacket as he ran to the barn door. Mac’s barking was insistent. Something had to be terribly wrong. Shit, Spike! What did he do now? He sprinted toward the cabin, slipping on the icy patches of snow. By the time he pulled the door open, Mac was in a frenzy: barking, growling. He grabbed Liam’s hand in his mouth and pulled. When he knew Liam would follow, he sped into the living area, skirted the sofa and stood. He looked down at something, back up to Liam and whined pitifully.
Liam’s heart pounded as he walked toward his whimpering dog. He looked around but could not see Spike. The young man lay on the mattress panting, his face pasty white and sweaty. Liam knelt down. When Spike felt Liam’s weight, he opened his eyes. They were glazed with fever. Liam placed a hand onto his forehead; it was extremely hot. The boy struggled up onto one arm and his body spasmed with coughs. “I can’t…breathe…chest hurts.” He gasped and fell back onto the mattress; his beautiful blue eyes were bright with tears. “It hurts…Liam…it hurts.”
Liam heard the rasping chest and his heart stopped. David…Pneumonia… Hold on Spike… The boy had closed his eyes and didn’t respond. Liam took his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Doc Clayton. “Doc, Liam. Spike…Spike’s really sick. He can’t breathe.” The worried man listened. “Okay…okay.” He hung up. He grabbed pillows from the sofa, lifted Spike’s head and propped it up. The younger man groaned and his body trembled again as he coughed. “I’ll be right back, Spike. Stay quiet. The doctor’s coming.” There was no response.
Liam hurried into the kitchen. He wet a cloth with cold water and came back to kneel at Spike’s side. Mac had moved closer, his large head at rest on Spike’s legs. The dog looked up at Liam and whimpered. Liam smiled at his dog and patted his head. “He’ll be okay, boy.” The frail young man gasped; unable to get enough air into his lungs. Liam gently swiped the cool cloth over the sick young man’s feverish face. “It’ll be all right. Doc’s coming. You’ll be okay. Hang on, Spike.”
He heard the siren of the ambulance and a few minutes later, the doctor had examined Spike and confirmed what Liam had suspected. Pneumonia. The sheriff arrived as the EMTs were giving him oxygen. They quickly wrapped him up and carried him to the ambulance.
The doctor looked at his young friend’s face creased with worry and placed a hand on his arm. “Liam, he’s young. He’s a fighter. He’ll be okay. I’ll meet you at the hospital. Go in the ambulance.”
The sheriff nodded. “Go, Liam. I’ll make sure Bella and Mac have food. Make sure the fire’s tamped down. Call me when you get there. Let me know…I’ll go to Mrs. Jenkins.
Liam nodded in thanks and hurried outside and climbed into the waiting vehicle.
His body tense with concern for both men, the sheriff stared as the ambulance pulled away from the cabin. He then hurried to his car and drove to tell Mrs. Jenkins what had happened. Everyone knew that she cared deeply about both Liam and Spike. Her only son had died when he was a teenager.
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Liam watched as the paramedic kept a constant check on Spike. Spike’s mouth and nose were covered with an oxygen mask to help him breathe. He watched the slow rise and fall of Spike’s chest. It’s taking too long…damn. He looked worriedly as the young paramedic checked Spike’s vitals, and relayed them to the hospital in St. Alban’s, about forty minutes away. This was the only negative thing about living on a small island - no hospital. The ambulance raced up the highway and across the bridge to the mainland, where it had to navigate the crowded city streets cluttered with pedestrians.
Liam looked down at Spike and grabbed his small hand as the younger man erupted into another coughing fit. He could hear the fluid in the sick man’s lungs. He thought about David…David gasping for breath…his skin white and glowing with sweat between the lesions that marred his beautiful skin. He closed his eyes and said a prayer for the troubled young man that had come into his life. He hoped that some deity would hear him and answer his prayer this time.
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The trip to the hospital seemed to take forever. As he stared down at Spike’s sharp cheekbones and his scarred eyebrow, Liam rubbed his thumb back and forth over the younger man’s hand. He lowered his head and whispered. Spike…I’m here…fight this…you have to fight! Suddenly, he felt the ambulance stop. He looked up and saw that they had arrived at the hospital. Soon the back doors of the vehicle flew open and the Emergency Room personnel hurried out. They removed Spike, placed him on a stretcher and rolled it quickly inside. Liam followed in close pursuit.
At their arrival in the emergency room, Liam stood by helplessly as the paramedics rattled off all the information they had been tracking en route. He watched as Spike’s limp body was moved off the gurney onto a bed.
Soon a nurse was at Liam’s side. She peppered him with questions, for which he had no answer. He told them Spike’s name, his age, how he found him and that he was a runaway. He had no other information, not even his last name.
The nurse grimaced and turned away. Liam walked slowly toward Spike and watched the doctor work on him. The nurse took his arm and told him he had to go into the waiting room, and that a doctor would be out soon to give him a report. With no other choice, he let the nurse lead him into the room set aside for family members.
Liam sat for a few minutes, then stood and started pacing. He stared at the clock on the wall.
“Mr. de Angelus?”
Liam turned around and saw the doctor. He walked quickly toward him.
“Yes, I’m Liam de Angelus. How’s Spike?”
“Not well I’m afraid. He’s got pneumonia. We’ve started him on an IV drip and have given him some antibiotics. As soon as I’m sure he’s stable, we’ll move him into a room.”
“Will he be okay?” Liam asked worriedly.
“He should be, in time. I understand you found him out in the woods? Is there anything thing else you can tell me?”
“Not really. He’s from California. Lived on the streets for a while. Why?”
“Well, he’s underweight for his age and height and he’s anemic. Do you know if he’s a drug user?”
“No, I don’t think so. He hasn’t been very forthcoming and closes up when I try and ask questions. From what he’s told me recently, he was sexually abused.” Liam swallowed
“We have to know as much as we can in order to help him. Do you know anything else?” The doctor asked staring intently into Liam’s face.
“He…he hustled to survive, I think.”
“Well, we are going to run some more tests and lab work on him so we know exactly what we are dealing with. We’ll test for STDs and we are also going to run an HIV test on him just to make sure, given the information you have just told me.”
“Can I see him doctor? He doesn’t like hospitals and I want to let him know that I’m here. Is that okay?”
“Sure. Then you can accompany him up to his room if you’d like.”
“Thank you.” Liam followed the doctor back into the emergency room. “How long do you think he’ll be here?”
“A few days to a week. Could be longer if we find anything else, once the results are back. I understand you are from North Hero?”
“Yes. The doctor that has been looking after Spike is on his way also. When I found him he'd had a concussion.”
Liam stopped talking and came up short when he saw Spike lying on the bed with tubes running out of his small body. Just like David. He shook his head to get the thought out of his mind and continued towards Spike’s bed. He saw that he was conscious.
“Hey Spike. You’re going to be okay.”
Spike tried to respond, but the oxygen mask wouldn’t let him. He lifted a quivering hand to remove it. Liam reached out and stilled his hand.
“No Spike. You need to keep that on. It’s helping you to breathe easier. You’ve got pneumonia, and you are going to have to stay here for a few days until you’re better.” Spike clutched Liam’s hand and stared up at him, his eyes glistening with tears. Liam felt the small hand tremble as it took his.
“The doctors need to run a few more tests and then they will be taking you up to your room.”
Spike shook his head. He quickly withdrew his hand from Liam’s and lifted the mask from his face, “Home…please…don’t want to be alone.”
Liam’s heart wrenched when Spike said he wanted to go home - home to his cabin. He put the mask back in place. “In a few days, Spike. Nothing to be frightened about. You won’t be alone. I won’t leave. I’m going to stay right here with you. Okay?”
Spike nodded and grasped Liam’s hand again. The younger man’s skin was moist and warm and he could feel every bone. Liam stayed there holding his hand as the nurses drew blood from Spike. When they were finished, he followed them as they wheeled him up to his room, walking quickly to keep up, never taking his eyes away from Spike’s fevered face.
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Liam stood helplessly by the window as the nurse got Spike situated in his room and settled in the bed. When she was done with her charge, she looked at her watch and then at Liam. “Visiting hours are over in 30 minutes.”
Liam nodded his understanding. He tried to convince the staff to let him stay on a cot in Spike’s room. He explained that the young man didn’t like hospitals and didn’t want to be alone. He was informed that since he wasn’t related to Spike, he couldn’t stay. Doctor Clayton tried to intercede, but rules were rules. The nurses did tell him about a motel about a block from the hospital. He got the number and called for a reservation. Now he had to explain it to Spike, and he was afraid that the sick and frightened young man wasn’t going to be happy.
When the nurse left, Liam pulled a chair over next to the bed and sat down. “Spike, I’m going to have to go in about an hour.”
Spike looked at him, his eyes wide with fear.
“It’s okay.” Liam said as he took Spike’s hand. “This is a good hospital and they’ll take good care of you. I will only be a block away. I tried to get them to let me stay here, but since I’m not related or even a guardian, there was nothing I could do to get them to change their minds. But I promise I’ll be here first thing…as soon as visiting hours start and I’ll be close by until you are released. Doc Clayton will be in to see you before he goes back to the island tomorrow morning.”
Spike wasn’t happy with this, but he nodded his understanding. He still couldn't speak because of the oxygen mask that helped him breathe. Liam didn’t miss the tears that glittered in the corner of the younger man’s beautiful blue eyes.
“So, would you like me to bring you anything tomorrow? I figure after a while, even the TV will be boring for you. I don’t think you’ll be able to use your sketch pad for another day or so.”
Spike shook his head no, as Liam looked at his watch.
He stood and stared sadly at the frail form that lay on the bed. “Well Spike, it’s time. I need to leave now, but I promise I’ll be back first thing in the morning. As soon as they let me in. Okay?”
Spike nodded as he released Liam’s hand. Liam walked toward the door, and turned around for one last look. “Sleep well, Spike. Before you know it, you’ll be right as rain and out of here. Good night.”
Spike raised his arm weakly and gave a Liam a wave before he walked out of the room. He closed his eyes, but the tears slipped onto his cheeks. Bleeding Ponce. Always a cock-up. Pneumonia! Bollocks! Never got sick in California. You’d think the sodding cold would kill the germs. Disgusted with himself, he wiped the tears with his free hand. Bloody hell, what a nancy boy! Never needed anyone before. Liam walks out of the room and you bleeding fall to pieces. Spike opened his eyes and gazed around the darkened room, silent and lonely. He began to sob, his slender body shuddered, and despite the oxygen, he gasped for breath.
A nurse flew into the room. “Spike, Spike. Calm down. She adjusted the oxygen and added something into the IV. You set off alarms, kiddo.” She smiled at him, although her motherly face was creased with concern. “Made me spill my coffee.” She teased. She wiped his face and marveled at the young man’s sharp cheekbones. “You know, women pay thousands for cheek bones like yours. Ever thought about being a model?”
Spike shook his head. Is there anyone here who’s…who’s mean? I must be in Never Never Land. There’s gotta be a Captain Hook somewhere. Thought that sheriff was an enemy but…It’s Liam. Everyone…Liam makes everyone care.
“Spike, I gave you something to help you sleep. Gotta go back to reading about Tom and Katie. Think they’ll stay together?” She laughed and placed the call button into his hand. “You need anything darlin’, press that button, I’m right outside, okay?”
Spike nodded. He blinked his eyes sleepily.
“Go to sleep, love. Rest will help you get out of here quicker. Your friend will be here in the morning.” She patted his hand and left the room.
My friend…Liam…never had a friend before. He’ll be back. Liam keeps his word.
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Liam got to the hospital the next morning a bit early, so he stopped in the cafeteria and ate some breakfast. He sat there eating and thinking. Last night was the first night since Spike made an appearance in his life that he was alone. He forgot how quiet it was by himself. He wondered what it was about this young man that caused him to want to help him so much…to fix him. He thought he was perfectly fine and had things all under control these last few years. But as he lay in bed at the motel, he realized he was much like Spike; running away from his problems…life…instead of facing it. He remembered how devastated he was when David died. He not only had to deal with his death, but also with the all guilt he heaped upon himself. He did his best to help David. He did nothing else 24/7 during his illness. He gave up his friends, his work…his life. Because of that, he wished at times that David would just die and be done with it. Liam grew tired and resentful, and that caused his guilt to expand. So that when David finally did die, he had to get away….get away from New York and all the memories of their life there.
Then, Spike entered his life. The troubled young man made him care again; punched some holes in the wall around his life, his heart. He tensed. He’s gonna run off again. I know it. The island is too quiet for him. He gets well, he’ll run to the city. And…And I’ll be alone…again.
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Liam was startled out of his thoughts when he heard that visiting hours had begun. Gathering up the remains of his breakfast, he stood and walked out of the cafeteria. Before going up to Spike’s room, he stopped at the hospital gift store, hoping to find something that Spike would like. He browsed around the shop until he saw the magazine rack. Liam scratched his head absently as he perused the offerings. He had no clue of what Spike would like to read. He knew the younger man had been reading poetry with Mrs. Jenkins, but he didn’t seem to read on his own. He tried to think back to when he was 18. What did I like? He saw a recent issue of Rolling Stone. Well, all young adults liked music, so he grabbed it. He then noticed an Entertainment Weekly. Picking it up, he glanced through it. Spike seemed to like movies, so he kept that one. When he didn’t anything else that he thought Spike would like, he went over to check out the books. The selection was mostly romance novels and spy novels. Taking a chance, he picked up a Tom Clancy novel and one by Stephen King. He figured that if Spike didn’t like them, he could always just donate them to the library on the island.
Once he paid for his purchases, he headed to the elevators that would take him up to Spike. He checked in at the nurses’ station, and then walked into Spike’s room. Liam saw that Spike was free of the oxygen mask and figured that was a good sign.
“Hey Spike.” Liam called out.
Spike turned toward his voice and smiled. “Hi, Liam. You came.”
”I told you I would. Did you actually think I’d just leave you here?”
Spike just shrugged.
Sighing and a bit disappointed that Spike doubted him, he walked over toward the bed, and handed the bag to Spike. The young man glanced up at Liam, then down at the bag Liam held out to him. He took the bag and looked inside.
“Wasn’t sure what you liked to read, so I thought I’d take a chance. If you don’t like any of them, let me know and I’ll bring something else tomorrow.”
Pulling the items out, he replied, “No, this is great. Thanks, Liam.” He glanced up at the dark-haired man who had been so kind to him, and smiled.
Liam smiled back. “You’re welcome.” He responded as he sat in the chair next to the bed. “You just let me know what else you’d like and I’ll get it for you.”
“You don’t need to, Liam. Really it’s fine.”
“Look Spike, you are going to be in here for a few days. Before you know it, the TV will be boring. I’m going to see if there’s a store around here that sells art supplies and pick you up a sketch pad and some pencils so you can while away the hours with your comics. How does that sound?”
Spike lowered his eyes and Liam watched as a deep red flush bloomed Spike's pale neck and face. “Um…Great…” He raised his head and Liam saw the tears wavering at the corners of those captivating blue eyes. “Liam…don’t get why you’re being so nice to me. I mean…I took money from you and ran away…How can you…how can you care about someone like me?” His body stiffened and he lowered his eyes again. “You just feel sorry for me…don’t need pity.”
Liam’s heart clenched. His life on the streets has made him mistrust everyone - at 18! “Spike…listen to me…I don’t pity you and I don’t feel sorry for you. I know I don’t know everything about you, but from what I can guess, you didn’t have a great life either in England or California…had it very tough if I’m not far off the mark. No one deserves that. I know I can’t change what happened, but I do want to help you and for no other reason that you need it and because you make me laugh and I don’t laugh that much.” Liam grinned.
Spike had lifted his head at Liam’s last few words. He snorted. “Too right…damn gloomy Gus you are.” He softened his words with a sweet smile and then looked at Liam skeptically. “I’m right. I’m bloody well not in Kansas anymore. You sure Mac ain’t a small, wired-haired mutt named Toto?”
Liam laughed and Spike joined him, but soon he was coughing and gasping for breath. They both suddenly remembered that Spike was very sick. Liam helped the young man put the oxygen mask on again.
A nurse bustled in. “Spike, you’ve got to stay calm.” She glared slightly at Liam, who blushed under her scrutiny. The nurse checked Spike’s temperature and fiddled with the lines of antibiotics. After she smoothed the covers, she nodded and left.
Spike reached for his hand and Liam could see the smirk on his face despite the mask. When the younger man waggled his eyebrows, Liam burst out laughing. Despite the cough, Spike was feeling better emotionally. He had a nice laugh and there was actually a twinkle in his eyes that Liam had never seen before. He was a bit more relaxed and he looked more like a young man of 18. Maybe he’d finally gotten through to Spike, at least just a little bit.
Before either man knew it, the morning had worn on, and the nurse was coming in to bring Spike lunch. Liam left to get himself some lunch. He quickly returned with a sandwich hidden in his pocket. Food was not supposed to be taken out of the cafeteria. Spike grinned at his deception. “Better not let that nurse catch you eatin’ in here. She’ll throw you out.” He sobered quickly. “How’re Bella and Mac?”
“They’re fine. John and the sheriff go everyday. John said Bella sleeps on your bed and runs when she hears him open the door. She looks at him, meows and then lifts her tail and stalks back into the bedroom. John takes Mac to the store during the day and Bella is waiting at the door when they return. John says it is quite obvious that she’s pissed at being left.”
“Poor Bella. She’s lonely. I’ve got to get out of here soon.”
Liam’s heart was touched by the younger man’s concern for the animals, especially Bella, who had become Spike’s cat. Although she liked Liam, it was obvious from the beginning that she preferred Spike. She brought out the tenderness that the young man kept hidden from everyone.
The two men spent the afternoon together quietly talking and reading together, although Spike fell asleep for a few hours. Liam watched the younger man sleep fitfully and he grasped his hand, rubbing his thumb over the back which seemed to calm him. He dozed himself and was startled awake when the dinner tray was delivered. Doc Clayton arrived while Spike was pushing the food around his plate.
The old man noticed and spoke sharply. “Spike, you have to eat. You’re underweight. They’ll keep you longer if they don’t think you’re strong enough to go home.”
Liam and the doctor grinned when the younger man shoved a huge mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. They chatted a while and then Spike insisted that Liam go out to dinner with the doctor. Liam promised to sneak something back for him from the restaurant.
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As they ate, the doctor told Liam more about Spike’s health. “All the tests came back negative, Liam. No STDs. No HIV. He’s anemic and they’re trying to build him up. His lungs are still working only partly. They won’t release him until the lungs are clear.”
When Liam and Doc Clayton returned to the hospital they found John and Amy in Spike’s room. Amy had brought a bouquet of tulips and a small box of chocolates, which Spike had already opened. Liam brought out a slice of chocolate cake that he had the waiter had wrap up for him. Spike’s eyes lit up and he readily devoured the treat. All too soon, everyone had to leave. The doctor, John and Amy said goodnight. Liam remained and Spike could tell something was up.
“What’s wrong, Liam?”
“Mrs. Jenkins is in the hospital in Burlington. She had shortness of breath and Doc Clayton sent her over there for tests. There are heart specialists at the medical center. She wanted you to know so that you’d understand why she didn’t come to see you.”
Spike’s face had paled visibly. “She gonna be okay?”
“She should be. She’ll have to take different medicines and go into Burlington for checkups.” He paused and smiled. “She made the doc promise not to tell her daughter. If she found out she’d insist that her mother come live with her in Boston. Mrs. Jenkins is like you - feisty and independent. She wouldn’t be happy living with her daughter.”
“Burlington, huh?” Spike said with a sly grin.
“Oh, I knew you’d pick up on that. We can probably take her into one of her hospital appointments.” Liam smiled. Spike can be so…so cute. He pushed that thought away quickly. Spike’s concern for Mrs. Jenkins proved to him that his harsh street bravado was a protective shield that covered a gentle, caring heart. If he stays here, perhaps he’ll lose all of the hurt and anger and allow himself to… Liam shoved those thoughts away too, almost relieved when the nurse came in and announced visiting hours were over. “See you tomorrow, Spike. Do you need anything before I go?”
All the light had gone out of Spike’s eyes. “No. See you tomorrow, yeah?”
“I’ll be here as soon as they let me in. I’ll try to find out more about Mrs. Jenkins.” Liam said as he placed his hand on the younger man’s thin shoulder.
“That’d be good. Good night.” Spike answered quietly as he looked up into the older man’s concerned face. He tried to smile to reassure Liam, but it did not reach his eyes.
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When Liam arrived at the hospital the next day, Spike was not in his room. He panicked and hurried out to the nurses’ station. “Where’s Spike?” He demanded.
“Oh, Liam, he’s having chest x-rays. He’ll be back in a few minutes. Don’t worry. Nothing’s wrong.”
Liam stood at the window in Spike’s room, the package of pencils and art paper clutched in his hand. Please…please let him be better. He needs to be home. Liam startled when he realized what he thought. It is his home…for as long as he wants it. I…I hope he wants to stay.
The nurse wheeled Spike into the room and Liam had to laugh at the younger man’s embarrassed and annoyed face.
Spike glared at him. “Pushed around like some bleeding old codger.” He stood up and got into bed and the nurse reattached the lines.
“How’d it go? They say anything? Lungs better?” Liam asked anxiously.
“Don’t tell ya nothin’ do they? Just stick needles in. Take x-rays. Bloody respiration therapy every morning. Sod it all.” He answered disgustedly.
Liam handed Spike the bag with the art supplies and the younger man’s brow unfurrowed. For the rest of the afternoon, each man worked in his sketchpad as they talked quietly.
Liam and Spike spent the next few days in the same way. Liam would come as soon as visiting hours began in late morning and spend the entire day. They read and talked together, shared their meals and phoned Mrs. Jenkins each day. They watched TV and worked in their sketchbooks. When Spike could get up, they walked to the solarium. The younger man basked in the sunlight that poured in through the glass walls. Liam hid his worries that Spike would leave Vermont, preferring a warmer climate. He wanted the younger man to stay. He hadn’t realized that he missed having company. Spike needed help; his life had been horrible. Liam wanted to help him.
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When Liam came on the morning of the fifth day, he saw that the doctor was there. He examined Spike and listened to his lungs. Liam stood outside for a few minutes and then knocked on the door. The doctor looked up and waved him into the room.
“How’s he doing, doctor?” Liam asked. He hoped that Spike would be able to leave soon.
“He’s doing much better than I expected, sick as he was when you brought him in. I figure he can go home in the next day or so.”
Liam smiled at Spike’s grinning face.
“He’s going home with you?” The doctor inquired.
“Yes. He lives with me in North Hero.”
“Well, you have to feed him. His weight is far below what it should be for his height. You’re name’s de Angelus right?”
Liam nodded, puzzled.
“You’re Italian - make him lots of pasta.” The doctor winked and left the room.
“Did’ja hear that? Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll go home tomorrow.” Spike said, his face flushed with happy anticipation.
When Liam heard the younger man say home he could almost feel his heart doing summersaults.
Chapter 4
Title: Runaways
Authors: angelspike69 and anamcara420
Pairing: Liam/Spike (William)
Rating: Adult. This story contains M/M sex. If that isn’t your cup of tea then go away now and don’t read any farther.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Angel and Spike don’t belong to us. If they did, they’d be following up all their fighting and snarking with each other with lots of manly shagging.
Spoilers: No spoilers at all as this is a story that takes place in an alternate universe where our boys are totally human and have never been vampires. We’re not even sure if they believe in them.
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Notes: Would like to extend our sincere thanks to makd for her beta of our story (we remembered the “pickles”). You are the best sweetie!!!!! Previous chapters can be found here.
Summary: Two damaged young men meet by chance in the woods in Vermont. Through conflict and kindness and the special magic of Christmas, they stop running from their pasts and help each other to heal.
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Chapter 4
Hunched into his parka, Liam muttered to himself and stomped over the icy snow. Spike. Huh. Appropriate. Like one of those old railroad spikes. Sharp and deadly. Pounds into your life…your heart…No! Never again. He’s trash…a street whore. He probably has…Oh shit no…no…no. Liam yanked open the barn door and walked into his workshop; his haven. It was no safe place tonight. His anger boiled over into terror and he sank into the old rocking chair next to the stove. What if Spike had AIDS? He’s so young. I can’t do that again. I can’t. I won’t. Liam held his head in his hands and cried.
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Bella and Mac watched as Spike stalked around the cabin, cursing furiously in a low voice. The two animals had bolted into the safety of the bedroom when the two men began to yell at each other. They weren’t used to such noise. When the shouting ceased, Mac crept quietly back into the living room and sat contemplating Spike. The blond young man stopped suddenly and pressed both hands to his head.
“Shit. Fuck. My head…feels like a hot poker is stabbing into it. Where’d Liam put those pills?” Spike walked into the bathroom and found the ibuprofen in the cabinet. He looked at himself in the mirror. His face was flushed bright red. He did feel hot. Stupid. Had to snoop, you stupid sod. You hated it when one of those dregs in your mom’s house touched your stuff. I didn’t take anything. Stupid ponce. Carrying a damn torch for a dead man. Ranting was not helping his head. He grabbed the pills and headed to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, grabbed a beer and washed down the pills. Fuck. I’m hot. Why the hell am I hot? Its bloody freezing. He glanced toward the fireplace and noticed that there were only embers beneath the logs. He really wasn’t certain how to light the fire. I’d probably set the damn house on fire! Bugger! William. You. Are. A. Stupid sodding… He stopped his thoughts. William? Where the hell did that come from? He stomped back to the fridge and grabbed another beer. He pressed the bottle to his face to cool it.
Damn headache. I’ll just lie on that mattress. Watch a movie. Ponce’ll feel guilty. They always do after they… Spike grabbed a movie, put it in the player and lay down carefully on the mattress. He flicked on the TV and pressed play. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom appeared on the screen. Mac flopped down next to him. Spike watched the movie for a while and despite the brutal headache fell asleep, exhausted from the verbal battle with Liam and from his own raging emotions.
A while later, Spike jerked awake. He was having trouble breathing. His chest hurt now as well as his head. He sat still for a few minutes and then began to cough violently, gasping for breath between the spasms. He was terrified. “Mac, go get Liam.” He gasped and fell back onto the mattress.
Mac licked the young man’s face. Spike panted and coughed, but didn’t open his eyes. The dog prowled, whining. He stopped near Spike and licked him. He nudged Spike with his head but the young man didn’t move. He barked, but Spike didn’t wake. Finally, the dog raced to the back door, pawed on the wood and barked loudly.
Liam was still sitting in the rocking chair when he heard Mac's barks. He listened intently. The dog whimpered and barked again and again. Usually, Mac only barked in greeting or if something was wrong. Liam sprung out of the chair and threw on his jacket as he ran to the barn door. Mac’s barking was insistent. Something had to be terribly wrong. Shit, Spike! What did he do now? He sprinted toward the cabin, slipping on the icy patches of snow. By the time he pulled the door open, Mac was in a frenzy: barking, growling. He grabbed Liam’s hand in his mouth and pulled. When he knew Liam would follow, he sped into the living area, skirted the sofa and stood. He looked down at something, back up to Liam and whined pitifully.
Liam’s heart pounded as he walked toward his whimpering dog. He looked around but could not see Spike. The young man lay on the mattress panting, his face pasty white and sweaty. Liam knelt down. When Spike felt Liam’s weight, he opened his eyes. They were glazed with fever. Liam placed a hand onto his forehead; it was extremely hot. The boy struggled up onto one arm and his body spasmed with coughs. “I can’t…breathe…chest hurts.” He gasped and fell back onto the mattress; his beautiful blue eyes were bright with tears. “It hurts…Liam…it hurts.”
Liam heard the rasping chest and his heart stopped. David…Pneumonia… Hold on Spike… The boy had closed his eyes and didn’t respond. Liam took his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Doc Clayton. “Doc, Liam. Spike…Spike’s really sick. He can’t breathe.” The worried man listened. “Okay…okay.” He hung up. He grabbed pillows from the sofa, lifted Spike’s head and propped it up. The younger man groaned and his body trembled again as he coughed. “I’ll be right back, Spike. Stay quiet. The doctor’s coming.” There was no response.
Liam hurried into the kitchen. He wet a cloth with cold water and came back to kneel at Spike’s side. Mac had moved closer, his large head at rest on Spike’s legs. The dog looked up at Liam and whimpered. Liam smiled at his dog and patted his head. “He’ll be okay, boy.” The frail young man gasped; unable to get enough air into his lungs. Liam gently swiped the cool cloth over the sick young man’s feverish face. “It’ll be all right. Doc’s coming. You’ll be okay. Hang on, Spike.”
He heard the siren of the ambulance and a few minutes later, the doctor had examined Spike and confirmed what Liam had suspected. Pneumonia. The sheriff arrived as the EMTs were giving him oxygen. They quickly wrapped him up and carried him to the ambulance.
The doctor looked at his young friend’s face creased with worry and placed a hand on his arm. “Liam, he’s young. He’s a fighter. He’ll be okay. I’ll meet you at the hospital. Go in the ambulance.”
The sheriff nodded. “Go, Liam. I’ll make sure Bella and Mac have food. Make sure the fire’s tamped down. Call me when you get there. Let me know…I’ll go to Mrs. Jenkins.
Liam nodded in thanks and hurried outside and climbed into the waiting vehicle.
His body tense with concern for both men, the sheriff stared as the ambulance pulled away from the cabin. He then hurried to his car and drove to tell Mrs. Jenkins what had happened. Everyone knew that she cared deeply about both Liam and Spike. Her only son had died when he was a teenager.
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Liam watched as the paramedic kept a constant check on Spike. Spike’s mouth and nose were covered with an oxygen mask to help him breathe. He watched the slow rise and fall of Spike’s chest. It’s taking too long…damn. He looked worriedly as the young paramedic checked Spike’s vitals, and relayed them to the hospital in St. Alban’s, about forty minutes away. This was the only negative thing about living on a small island - no hospital. The ambulance raced up the highway and across the bridge to the mainland, where it had to navigate the crowded city streets cluttered with pedestrians.
Liam looked down at Spike and grabbed his small hand as the younger man erupted into another coughing fit. He could hear the fluid in the sick man’s lungs. He thought about David…David gasping for breath…his skin white and glowing with sweat between the lesions that marred his beautiful skin. He closed his eyes and said a prayer for the troubled young man that had come into his life. He hoped that some deity would hear him and answer his prayer this time.
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The trip to the hospital seemed to take forever. As he stared down at Spike’s sharp cheekbones and his scarred eyebrow, Liam rubbed his thumb back and forth over the younger man’s hand. He lowered his head and whispered. Spike…I’m here…fight this…you have to fight! Suddenly, he felt the ambulance stop. He looked up and saw that they had arrived at the hospital. Soon the back doors of the vehicle flew open and the Emergency Room personnel hurried out. They removed Spike, placed him on a stretcher and rolled it quickly inside. Liam followed in close pursuit.
At their arrival in the emergency room, Liam stood by helplessly as the paramedics rattled off all the information they had been tracking en route. He watched as Spike’s limp body was moved off the gurney onto a bed.
Soon a nurse was at Liam’s side. She peppered him with questions, for which he had no answer. He told them Spike’s name, his age, how he found him and that he was a runaway. He had no other information, not even his last name.
The nurse grimaced and turned away. Liam walked slowly toward Spike and watched the doctor work on him. The nurse took his arm and told him he had to go into the waiting room, and that a doctor would be out soon to give him a report. With no other choice, he let the nurse lead him into the room set aside for family members.
Liam sat for a few minutes, then stood and started pacing. He stared at the clock on the wall.
“Mr. de Angelus?”
Liam turned around and saw the doctor. He walked quickly toward him.
“Yes, I’m Liam de Angelus. How’s Spike?”
“Not well I’m afraid. He’s got pneumonia. We’ve started him on an IV drip and have given him some antibiotics. As soon as I’m sure he’s stable, we’ll move him into a room.”
“Will he be okay?” Liam asked worriedly.
“He should be, in time. I understand you found him out in the woods? Is there anything thing else you can tell me?”
“Not really. He’s from California. Lived on the streets for a while. Why?”
“Well, he’s underweight for his age and height and he’s anemic. Do you know if he’s a drug user?”
“No, I don’t think so. He hasn’t been very forthcoming and closes up when I try and ask questions. From what he’s told me recently, he was sexually abused.” Liam swallowed
“We have to know as much as we can in order to help him. Do you know anything else?” The doctor asked staring intently into Liam’s face.
“He…he hustled to survive, I think.”
“Well, we are going to run some more tests and lab work on him so we know exactly what we are dealing with. We’ll test for STDs and we are also going to run an HIV test on him just to make sure, given the information you have just told me.”
“Can I see him doctor? He doesn’t like hospitals and I want to let him know that I’m here. Is that okay?”
“Sure. Then you can accompany him up to his room if you’d like.”
“Thank you.” Liam followed the doctor back into the emergency room. “How long do you think he’ll be here?”
“A few days to a week. Could be longer if we find anything else, once the results are back. I understand you are from North Hero?”
“Yes. The doctor that has been looking after Spike is on his way also. When I found him he'd had a concussion.”
Liam stopped talking and came up short when he saw Spike lying on the bed with tubes running out of his small body. Just like David. He shook his head to get the thought out of his mind and continued towards Spike’s bed. He saw that he was conscious.
“Hey Spike. You’re going to be okay.”
Spike tried to respond, but the oxygen mask wouldn’t let him. He lifted a quivering hand to remove it. Liam reached out and stilled his hand.
“No Spike. You need to keep that on. It’s helping you to breathe easier. You’ve got pneumonia, and you are going to have to stay here for a few days until you’re better.” Spike clutched Liam’s hand and stared up at him, his eyes glistening with tears. Liam felt the small hand tremble as it took his.
“The doctors need to run a few more tests and then they will be taking you up to your room.”
Spike shook his head. He quickly withdrew his hand from Liam’s and lifted the mask from his face, “Home…please…don’t want to be alone.”
Liam’s heart wrenched when Spike said he wanted to go home - home to his cabin. He put the mask back in place. “In a few days, Spike. Nothing to be frightened about. You won’t be alone. I won’t leave. I’m going to stay right here with you. Okay?”
Spike nodded and grasped Liam’s hand again. The younger man’s skin was moist and warm and he could feel every bone. Liam stayed there holding his hand as the nurses drew blood from Spike. When they were finished, he followed them as they wheeled him up to his room, walking quickly to keep up, never taking his eyes away from Spike’s fevered face.
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Liam stood helplessly by the window as the nurse got Spike situated in his room and settled in the bed. When she was done with her charge, she looked at her watch and then at Liam. “Visiting hours are over in 30 minutes.”
Liam nodded his understanding. He tried to convince the staff to let him stay on a cot in Spike’s room. He explained that the young man didn’t like hospitals and didn’t want to be alone. He was informed that since he wasn’t related to Spike, he couldn’t stay. Doctor Clayton tried to intercede, but rules were rules. The nurses did tell him about a motel about a block from the hospital. He got the number and called for a reservation. Now he had to explain it to Spike, and he was afraid that the sick and frightened young man wasn’t going to be happy.
When the nurse left, Liam pulled a chair over next to the bed and sat down. “Spike, I’m going to have to go in about an hour.”
Spike looked at him, his eyes wide with fear.
“It’s okay.” Liam said as he took Spike’s hand. “This is a good hospital and they’ll take good care of you. I will only be a block away. I tried to get them to let me stay here, but since I’m not related or even a guardian, there was nothing I could do to get them to change their minds. But I promise I’ll be here first thing…as soon as visiting hours start and I’ll be close by until you are released. Doc Clayton will be in to see you before he goes back to the island tomorrow morning.”
Spike wasn’t happy with this, but he nodded his understanding. He still couldn't speak because of the oxygen mask that helped him breathe. Liam didn’t miss the tears that glittered in the corner of the younger man’s beautiful blue eyes.
“So, would you like me to bring you anything tomorrow? I figure after a while, even the TV will be boring for you. I don’t think you’ll be able to use your sketch pad for another day or so.”
Spike shook his head no, as Liam looked at his watch.
He stood and stared sadly at the frail form that lay on the bed. “Well Spike, it’s time. I need to leave now, but I promise I’ll be back first thing in the morning. As soon as they let me in. Okay?”
Spike nodded as he released Liam’s hand. Liam walked toward the door, and turned around for one last look. “Sleep well, Spike. Before you know it, you’ll be right as rain and out of here. Good night.”
Spike raised his arm weakly and gave a Liam a wave before he walked out of the room. He closed his eyes, but the tears slipped onto his cheeks. Bleeding Ponce. Always a cock-up. Pneumonia! Bollocks! Never got sick in California. You’d think the sodding cold would kill the germs. Disgusted with himself, he wiped the tears with his free hand. Bloody hell, what a nancy boy! Never needed anyone before. Liam walks out of the room and you bleeding fall to pieces. Spike opened his eyes and gazed around the darkened room, silent and lonely. He began to sob, his slender body shuddered, and despite the oxygen, he gasped for breath.
A nurse flew into the room. “Spike, Spike. Calm down. She adjusted the oxygen and added something into the IV. You set off alarms, kiddo.” She smiled at him, although her motherly face was creased with concern. “Made me spill my coffee.” She teased. She wiped his face and marveled at the young man’s sharp cheekbones. “You know, women pay thousands for cheek bones like yours. Ever thought about being a model?”
Spike shook his head. Is there anyone here who’s…who’s mean? I must be in Never Never Land. There’s gotta be a Captain Hook somewhere. Thought that sheriff was an enemy but…It’s Liam. Everyone…Liam makes everyone care.
“Spike, I gave you something to help you sleep. Gotta go back to reading about Tom and Katie. Think they’ll stay together?” She laughed and placed the call button into his hand. “You need anything darlin’, press that button, I’m right outside, okay?”
Spike nodded. He blinked his eyes sleepily.
“Go to sleep, love. Rest will help you get out of here quicker. Your friend will be here in the morning.” She patted his hand and left the room.
My friend…Liam…never had a friend before. He’ll be back. Liam keeps his word.
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Liam got to the hospital the next morning a bit early, so he stopped in the cafeteria and ate some breakfast. He sat there eating and thinking. Last night was the first night since Spike made an appearance in his life that he was alone. He forgot how quiet it was by himself. He wondered what it was about this young man that caused him to want to help him so much…to fix him. He thought he was perfectly fine and had things all under control these last few years. But as he lay in bed at the motel, he realized he was much like Spike; running away from his problems…life…instead of facing it. He remembered how devastated he was when David died. He not only had to deal with his death, but also with the all guilt he heaped upon himself. He did his best to help David. He did nothing else 24/7 during his illness. He gave up his friends, his work…his life. Because of that, he wished at times that David would just die and be done with it. Liam grew tired and resentful, and that caused his guilt to expand. So that when David finally did die, he had to get away….get away from New York and all the memories of their life there.
Then, Spike entered his life. The troubled young man made him care again; punched some holes in the wall around his life, his heart. He tensed. He’s gonna run off again. I know it. The island is too quiet for him. He gets well, he’ll run to the city. And…And I’ll be alone…again.
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Liam was startled out of his thoughts when he heard that visiting hours had begun. Gathering up the remains of his breakfast, he stood and walked out of the cafeteria. Before going up to Spike’s room, he stopped at the hospital gift store, hoping to find something that Spike would like. He browsed around the shop until he saw the magazine rack. Liam scratched his head absently as he perused the offerings. He had no clue of what Spike would like to read. He knew the younger man had been reading poetry with Mrs. Jenkins, but he didn’t seem to read on his own. He tried to think back to when he was 18. What did I like? He saw a recent issue of Rolling Stone. Well, all young adults liked music, so he grabbed it. He then noticed an Entertainment Weekly. Picking it up, he glanced through it. Spike seemed to like movies, so he kept that one. When he didn’t anything else that he thought Spike would like, he went over to check out the books. The selection was mostly romance novels and spy novels. Taking a chance, he picked up a Tom Clancy novel and one by Stephen King. He figured that if Spike didn’t like them, he could always just donate them to the library on the island.
Once he paid for his purchases, he headed to the elevators that would take him up to Spike. He checked in at the nurses’ station, and then walked into Spike’s room. Liam saw that Spike was free of the oxygen mask and figured that was a good sign.
“Hey Spike.” Liam called out.
Spike turned toward his voice and smiled. “Hi, Liam. You came.”
”I told you I would. Did you actually think I’d just leave you here?”
Spike just shrugged.
Sighing and a bit disappointed that Spike doubted him, he walked over toward the bed, and handed the bag to Spike. The young man glanced up at Liam, then down at the bag Liam held out to him. He took the bag and looked inside.
“Wasn’t sure what you liked to read, so I thought I’d take a chance. If you don’t like any of them, let me know and I’ll bring something else tomorrow.”
Pulling the items out, he replied, “No, this is great. Thanks, Liam.” He glanced up at the dark-haired man who had been so kind to him, and smiled.
Liam smiled back. “You’re welcome.” He responded as he sat in the chair next to the bed. “You just let me know what else you’d like and I’ll get it for you.”
“You don’t need to, Liam. Really it’s fine.”
“Look Spike, you are going to be in here for a few days. Before you know it, the TV will be boring. I’m going to see if there’s a store around here that sells art supplies and pick you up a sketch pad and some pencils so you can while away the hours with your comics. How does that sound?”
Spike lowered his eyes and Liam watched as a deep red flush bloomed Spike's pale neck and face. “Um…Great…” He raised his head and Liam saw the tears wavering at the corners of those captivating blue eyes. “Liam…don’t get why you’re being so nice to me. I mean…I took money from you and ran away…How can you…how can you care about someone like me?” His body stiffened and he lowered his eyes again. “You just feel sorry for me…don’t need pity.”
Liam’s heart clenched. His life on the streets has made him mistrust everyone - at 18! “Spike…listen to me…I don’t pity you and I don’t feel sorry for you. I know I don’t know everything about you, but from what I can guess, you didn’t have a great life either in England or California…had it very tough if I’m not far off the mark. No one deserves that. I know I can’t change what happened, but I do want to help you and for no other reason that you need it and because you make me laugh and I don’t laugh that much.” Liam grinned.
Spike had lifted his head at Liam’s last few words. He snorted. “Too right…damn gloomy Gus you are.” He softened his words with a sweet smile and then looked at Liam skeptically. “I’m right. I’m bloody well not in Kansas anymore. You sure Mac ain’t a small, wired-haired mutt named Toto?”
Liam laughed and Spike joined him, but soon he was coughing and gasping for breath. They both suddenly remembered that Spike was very sick. Liam helped the young man put the oxygen mask on again.
A nurse bustled in. “Spike, you’ve got to stay calm.” She glared slightly at Liam, who blushed under her scrutiny. The nurse checked Spike’s temperature and fiddled with the lines of antibiotics. After she smoothed the covers, she nodded and left.
Spike reached for his hand and Liam could see the smirk on his face despite the mask. When the younger man waggled his eyebrows, Liam burst out laughing. Despite the cough, Spike was feeling better emotionally. He had a nice laugh and there was actually a twinkle in his eyes that Liam had never seen before. He was a bit more relaxed and he looked more like a young man of 18. Maybe he’d finally gotten through to Spike, at least just a little bit.
Before either man knew it, the morning had worn on, and the nurse was coming in to bring Spike lunch. Liam left to get himself some lunch. He quickly returned with a sandwich hidden in his pocket. Food was not supposed to be taken out of the cafeteria. Spike grinned at his deception. “Better not let that nurse catch you eatin’ in here. She’ll throw you out.” He sobered quickly. “How’re Bella and Mac?”
“They’re fine. John and the sheriff go everyday. John said Bella sleeps on your bed and runs when she hears him open the door. She looks at him, meows and then lifts her tail and stalks back into the bedroom. John takes Mac to the store during the day and Bella is waiting at the door when they return. John says it is quite obvious that she’s pissed at being left.”
“Poor Bella. She’s lonely. I’ve got to get out of here soon.”
Liam’s heart was touched by the younger man’s concern for the animals, especially Bella, who had become Spike’s cat. Although she liked Liam, it was obvious from the beginning that she preferred Spike. She brought out the tenderness that the young man kept hidden from everyone.
The two men spent the afternoon together quietly talking and reading together, although Spike fell asleep for a few hours. Liam watched the younger man sleep fitfully and he grasped his hand, rubbing his thumb over the back which seemed to calm him. He dozed himself and was startled awake when the dinner tray was delivered. Doc Clayton arrived while Spike was pushing the food around his plate.
The old man noticed and spoke sharply. “Spike, you have to eat. You’re underweight. They’ll keep you longer if they don’t think you’re strong enough to go home.”
Liam and the doctor grinned when the younger man shoved a huge mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. They chatted a while and then Spike insisted that Liam go out to dinner with the doctor. Liam promised to sneak something back for him from the restaurant.
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As they ate, the doctor told Liam more about Spike’s health. “All the tests came back negative, Liam. No STDs. No HIV. He’s anemic and they’re trying to build him up. His lungs are still working only partly. They won’t release him until the lungs are clear.”
When Liam and Doc Clayton returned to the hospital they found John and Amy in Spike’s room. Amy had brought a bouquet of tulips and a small box of chocolates, which Spike had already opened. Liam brought out a slice of chocolate cake that he had the waiter had wrap up for him. Spike’s eyes lit up and he readily devoured the treat. All too soon, everyone had to leave. The doctor, John and Amy said goodnight. Liam remained and Spike could tell something was up.
“What’s wrong, Liam?”
“Mrs. Jenkins is in the hospital in Burlington. She had shortness of breath and Doc Clayton sent her over there for tests. There are heart specialists at the medical center. She wanted you to know so that you’d understand why she didn’t come to see you.”
Spike’s face had paled visibly. “She gonna be okay?”
“She should be. She’ll have to take different medicines and go into Burlington for checkups.” He paused and smiled. “She made the doc promise not to tell her daughter. If she found out she’d insist that her mother come live with her in Boston. Mrs. Jenkins is like you - feisty and independent. She wouldn’t be happy living with her daughter.”
“Burlington, huh?” Spike said with a sly grin.
“Oh, I knew you’d pick up on that. We can probably take her into one of her hospital appointments.” Liam smiled. Spike can be so…so cute. He pushed that thought away quickly. Spike’s concern for Mrs. Jenkins proved to him that his harsh street bravado was a protective shield that covered a gentle, caring heart. If he stays here, perhaps he’ll lose all of the hurt and anger and allow himself to… Liam shoved those thoughts away too, almost relieved when the nurse came in and announced visiting hours were over. “See you tomorrow, Spike. Do you need anything before I go?”
All the light had gone out of Spike’s eyes. “No. See you tomorrow, yeah?”
“I’ll be here as soon as they let me in. I’ll try to find out more about Mrs. Jenkins.” Liam said as he placed his hand on the younger man’s thin shoulder.
“That’d be good. Good night.” Spike answered quietly as he looked up into the older man’s concerned face. He tried to smile to reassure Liam, but it did not reach his eyes.
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When Liam arrived at the hospital the next day, Spike was not in his room. He panicked and hurried out to the nurses’ station. “Where’s Spike?” He demanded.
“Oh, Liam, he’s having chest x-rays. He’ll be back in a few minutes. Don’t worry. Nothing’s wrong.”
Liam stood at the window in Spike’s room, the package of pencils and art paper clutched in his hand. Please…please let him be better. He needs to be home. Liam startled when he realized what he thought. It is his home…for as long as he wants it. I…I hope he wants to stay.
The nurse wheeled Spike into the room and Liam had to laugh at the younger man’s embarrassed and annoyed face.
Spike glared at him. “Pushed around like some bleeding old codger.” He stood up and got into bed and the nurse reattached the lines.
“How’d it go? They say anything? Lungs better?” Liam asked anxiously.
“Don’t tell ya nothin’ do they? Just stick needles in. Take x-rays. Bloody respiration therapy every morning. Sod it all.” He answered disgustedly.
Liam handed Spike the bag with the art supplies and the younger man’s brow unfurrowed. For the rest of the afternoon, each man worked in his sketchpad as they talked quietly.
Liam and Spike spent the next few days in the same way. Liam would come as soon as visiting hours began in late morning and spend the entire day. They read and talked together, shared their meals and phoned Mrs. Jenkins each day. They watched TV and worked in their sketchbooks. When Spike could get up, they walked to the solarium. The younger man basked in the sunlight that poured in through the glass walls. Liam hid his worries that Spike would leave Vermont, preferring a warmer climate. He wanted the younger man to stay. He hadn’t realized that he missed having company. Spike needed help; his life had been horrible. Liam wanted to help him.
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When Liam came on the morning of the fifth day, he saw that the doctor was there. He examined Spike and listened to his lungs. Liam stood outside for a few minutes and then knocked on the door. The doctor looked up and waved him into the room.
“How’s he doing, doctor?” Liam asked. He hoped that Spike would be able to leave soon.
“He’s doing much better than I expected, sick as he was when you brought him in. I figure he can go home in the next day or so.”
Liam smiled at Spike’s grinning face.
“He’s going home with you?” The doctor inquired.
“Yes. He lives with me in North Hero.”
“Well, you have to feed him. His weight is far below what it should be for his height. You’re name’s de Angelus right?”
Liam nodded, puzzled.
“You’re Italian - make him lots of pasta.” The doctor winked and left the room.
“Did’ja hear that? Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll go home tomorrow.” Spike said, his face flushed with happy anticipation.
When Liam heard the younger man say home he could almost feel his heart doing summersaults.
Chapter 4