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Could & Couldn't

"Fine. Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"

Dallon stood in shock for a few seconds. Ryan prepared for the worse, to be yelled at, hit, abandoned. But Dallon nods.

"Yes, but only if you'd like me to"

"I would"

"Good"

Ryan pulled Dallon down for a kiss.

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"Ah, fuck"

Ryan groaned, holding Dallon tightly, face in his neck, hand in hand. The cast on his leg was being removed. The circulation caused his leg to hurt and go numb, and Ryan couldn't move his leg or else it would hurt worse. He didn't want to look at his leg, he knew it would be swollen, gross and it would smell bad.

"It looks to have healed well. We just need to see if he can stand up, and then he can start transporting in crutches. That sound good?" The doctor asked as he threw the casts and bandages away, getting a new one to put on Ryan. Dallon nodded. "Yeah, and uh question"

Dr. Rosario turned back to them, listening as he put the new cast on Ryan's leg.

"Hm?"

Dallon blushed a little, looking for the right words. Dr. Rosario caught right on.

"Yes, he can have sex now. But it would have to have him laying on his left side so his leg doesn't get hurt, and only vanilla sex"

Ryan mumbled a complain under his breath, only loud enough for Dallon to hear.

"Ok, thank you"

"No problem. Now we need to see if he can stand up, and get him some crutches if so"

Ryan sighed as his cast was finished being put on. He didn't want to learn to walk in crutches. He knew he had to either way, though.

After an attempt to stand up on his good leg-which worked-sadly in Ryan's case-Dr. Rosario determined that Ryan would get the crutches.

Ryan sat back down angrily, watching the doctor leave to get the right size. Dallon laid his head on his shoulder. "What's wrong?" "I don't want crutches"

Dallon seemed a bit confused. "Why not? Not that anyone would want them but what's so wrong with them?" Ryan groaned dramatically. "Shut up I'm trying to complain without sounding dumb" (pls the tension I was the only person in the zoom for like 3 minutes I hate this) "What do you want to complain about that makes sense?" Dallon chuckled, leaning back on his hands.

Ryan shrugged. "I don't know. We can barely have sex, crutches are confusing and dumb and I hate them, and I just want to go home" he mumbled, on the inside raging with anger for Pete. He really wished he shaved his legs the day they were caught so Jordan didn't suspect anything. But as always, things never go as planned. Dallon could even sense his anger.

"Well look on the bright side. At least we can have sex, even if it's in one position. At least your not stuck in the wheelchair still, and you'll be able to walk on your own soon too. And as soon as we get the crutches we can leave, alright?"

Dallon squeezed his hand, trying to get him somewhat more relaxed. Ryan nodded, still upset.

"Sure, whatever"

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Ryan came out of the elevator with Dallon, still a little wobbly on his crutches. Dallon did help him, so he knew not to worry to much.

Dallon knew Ryan was already done with the crutches. He kept tripping and now they were getting weird looks from other people despite them being in a hospital.

"Hey, Ryan don't get stressed. We just need to make it out to the truck and then you can relax, ok?"

Ryan hummed in agreement, not trusting himself to speak up while not snapping at someone. Ryan got mad often. He was always mad at someone or something and Dallon had learned to deal with it after the first few months of knowing him.

Eventually, with many angry comments from Ryan, they had gotten in the truck. He knew Ryan was going to take a nap on the way home, so he left him alone. This wasn't really what Ryan wanted though. He wanted Dallon to give him attention, to hold him and make dumb jokes. Ryan didn't voice this obviously. He wasn't good with commitment or speaking his mind. So he did what he always did, which was stay quiet and act mad. Though he was slightly mad since he couldn't get his way.

"I hope you feel better soon"

Dallon squeezed Ryan's hand, starting up the car. Ryan felt warmth surround his body, just from that sentence. And again, he didn't speak up about it. He hated that he didn't, he hated it so much. Ryan just wished he had the confidence to speak up. Maybe then Dallon would've actually kept talking to him. Maybe then he would be happy.

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I feel like no one reads these anymore but idrc cause I'm just gonna sit here and continue embarrassing myself by writing to no one hfhh