Winning His War

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Jem's POV

"So what are we going to do first," Andrew asked the second I had gotten situated in my bed.

It had taken a lot more effort to get me in here than I would have liked to admit, even with the wheel chair. Just getting in and out of that thing had been an uphill battle. Those few seconds of pain and absolute hell were enough to convince me that I would only be getting up if it were absolutely necessary.

The second I had gotten settled on the bed, Hades and Charlie joined me while Nyx opted for guarding the just in case something happened. Now Andrew stood on the far right side if the bed while I laid on the usual side by the wall.

"You really don't have to spend your off day like this," I sighed as I played with Hades' ears while he laid his big head on my chest, thankfully avoiding the healing surgical wound on my stomach. "I can't imagine it will be very entertaining for you."

"Who else is going to make sure you don't rip a stitch," he asked as he looked around the room as if this was the first time he had ever been in it.

"I'm not going to rip a stitch," I said with an eye roll. "I've been through this ordeal enough times to know getting up isn't worth ripping anything."

A frown covered his face.

"How many times have you been shot?"

"This will be the 4th time. The second one was only a graze though so I'm not really sure if that counts. This is the worst one so far. I hope I can keep it that way."

Andrew gave me his best scolding glance but it did nothing but make me smile at the thought of him giving Liam that look and Liam completely ignoring it after the looks he got from me.

"Well either way, I'm not letting you stay in here all day by yourself. That has to be incredibly boring. So, what do you want to do first?"

I hummed as I faked a thinking face.

"I could go for a blowjob right about now," I teased as I looked his body up and down.

I have to admit that I would never get tired of seeing Andrew blush. He knew better than hide from me but he looked away quickly all the same.

"You're on bedrest," he protested weakly as his face burned.

"I'd be laying down the whole time," I teased. "I wouldn't even face fuck you if it makes you feel better. I'd let you do anything you wanted."

"You're about to be left alone in here," he said with a glare.

"Then I am so glad my plan on is working. I assume more teasing would do the trick to make you leave?"

"Are you just being an asshole or do you honestly want me to leave?"

"Andrew I'm going to let you in on a little secret; I would never want a pretty face like your's to leave. You've got to grow a spine if you're hoping to stick around me."

He hums as he hesitantly takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Then I'll ask again," he said with a small sigh. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to work," I admit with a sigh of my own. "But seeing as no one wants me to, I don't know what I want to do. I can't work and I can't cook. That doesn't leave too many options open does it?"

"Fine," he huffed dully before his eyes lit up again. "Truth or dare."

"Exactly what dare do you expect me to do right now," I tried to ask harshly but the small smile on my face gave away the fact that I wasn't actually mad.

"Fair point. In that case, is it true that you and Dev used to go out?"

"Starting with ballys questions aren't you? I'll keep this in mind when it's my turn." He blushed a bit but held my eyes as he waited for my answer. "No Dev and I did not go out. I don't do relationships anymore, you know that. We just fooled around when he wasn't dating anyone.""You said 'anymore'," he said skeptically. "Did something happen?"

"Nothing that I want to talk about," I dismissed quickly. "Besides, it's my turn to ask a question." I could all but feel the evil grin covering my face.

Andrew physically paled as I thought about a question that would make him forget the one I shot down.

"Why did you become a therapist?"

Shock covered his face before a small half smile covered his face.

"I wanted to help people," he shrugged. "A friend of mine struggled with mental health when we were younger. I saw how it effected her and I didn't like that no one was there to help her. Her parent's tried to help but mental health meds and visits weren't covered by insurance back then and it's expensive so they had to try to fight something that they couldn't see by themselves and I wanted to help. Besides, the brain was always really cool to me so I figured I'd try it and just switch majors if I didn't like it."

He was smiling softly as he stared down at the bedspread.

"That's such an Andrew answer," I said with a small smile of my own.

"What about you? Why did you want to be a gang leader?"

"I didn't." I said with a wave of my hand, making his eyes go wide. "Don't give me that look," I scoffed.

"Why are you even here then?" He asked a bit outraged.

"I don't have anything else to do and I don't know if you've noticed but I'm making pretty good money. I guess I just haven't found a reason to stop yet." He opens his mouth to protest but I cut him off with a look. "It's my turn to ask a question. When did you know you were gay?"

"About three seconds after you pushed me up against my car," he mumbled barely above a whisper. "But I guess I always knew something was different though, I just didn't put two and two together until you made me."

I checked a bit as my eye lids began to grow heavy.

"You're getting tired aren't you? The doctors said it's normal. You heal fastest when you're asleep so it's probably good that you want to."

"I could use a nap," I said as I carefully pushed Hades off my chest. He huffed at being pushed away and got up to lay at the end of the bed like always while I reached out for Andrew. 'I have this thing about sleeping alone when beautiful people are around."

Another blush covered his face but he didn't protest as he kicked off his shoes and laid down beside me. His head resting tentatively on the pillow beside me.

"I pushed the dog away for a reason," I said as I pulled him closer, forcing his head to lay on my chest as my arm wrapped around him.

"This doesn't hurt?"

"Not at the moment. We'll see how it feels when we wake up," i teased as I let my eyes fall.

God I was so tired even though I hadn't doing anything today.

"Have you ever thought about seeing a therapist," Andrew asked after a while as I balance on the edge of sleep, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I've seen one before; why?"

"Why'd you stop seeing them?"

"Not enough hours in the day I guess," I lied.

"I don't believe you."

"Smart of you," I admit with a sigh. "I promised Dev I'd go as long as it kept helping. When it stopped working I stopped going, easy as that."

"Did they put you on anything?"

"Nope. The therapist was part of the gang. He claimed he didn't;t want to put me on anything knowing I'd done drugs before. He didn't want me to get addicted. And before you ask, it was LSD and weed and I haven't had either since I was 23."

Andrew hummed at my answer and while I could all but hear the gears turning in his mind but I didn't have the will to make him stop thinking what he was thinking. I was tired. My stomach was killing me. I was sleeping in the same bed as Andrew again.

Things were about as good as there were going to get for a while.

Last updated April 23, 2022