I'll wait

Chapter 21

Bobby stepped into the hospital room to see Damon and another boy laughing. The two laid on the hospital bed, Damon on the top, laughing like to clowns locked in a room. Bobby silenced his steps and the door as he entered the room. Damon smiled at the mystery male and then.....kissed him? Did Bobby's eyes deceive him? Had Damon actually kissed a boy? When had this happened? Bobby coughed loudly, drawing Damon's attention away from the kiss. "I take that as you're okay, boy?"

Damon's face reddened when he saw Bobby standing there, his whiskey brown eyes staring him down. His old worn baseball cap falling just before his receding hair line. Bobby was even dirtied with the gas and oil from the shop. Damon had almost forgotten about work...

After a while of Damon being lost in his thoughts, Bobby sighed. "Well at least introduce me to this boyfriend of yours. When did you two get together?"

"Long enough ago." Damon said softly and ran a hand through Kenny's hair, "why did you come here, Bobby?"

"Because I care about you boy," Bobby said and took off his hat to rub at his hair, "as much as you like to forget that sometimes."

Kenny squirmed slightly, uncomfortable with this 40-something-year-old man staring at him pinned under Damon. Kenny looked away from Bobby's gaze an tried to focus on Damon. How his jaw flexed when he thought of the words he was going to or should say. How his eyes searched Bobby for what he was going to say next, if anything. Kenny watched Damon bite his lip before he hauled himself to his feet.

"Why haven't I heard about this new...um.." Bobby looked at Kenny trying to find the right word, "hook up?"

"We aren't a hook up," Damon's voice grew defensive the tensing of his muscles reminding him he was still indeed hurt.

"What are you dating then?" Bobby asked and raised his eyebrows, "since when?" Damon just stood there and didn't answer. When Kenny moved, Bobby's attention fell on him. "Hey, aren't you Preacher Collins' kid?"

"Yes..." Kenny said and stood up. He made his voice small trying to avoid confrontation.

"Well I'm Bobby, it's nice to meet you, boy." Bobby looked at Damon, "he's the reason you've been leaving work earlier than you normally do isn't he?"

Damon looked away and crossed his arms, "why don't you get out of here, Bobby? Get back to the shop."

"Because we both know Damon Wilson doesn't believe in hospitals." Bobby said, "you should really be laying down and letting that IV you're nearly ripping out of your arm drip liquid into your body."

"And you should really be at the shop because we both know everyone there acts like animals." Damon said. His hand now wrapped around the IV in his arm.

"Somethings wrong with you boy." Bobby growled and put his hand on Damon's shoulder, "I don't know what it is. But something is on your mind."

Damon just glared at Bobby until he moved his hand away. "Preachers boy." Bobby growled, getting Kenny's attention, "keep an eye on him for me. If you have any problems call me."

Kenny nodded and watched Bobby leave. "Who was that?" Kenny asked.

Damon ignored Kenny's question and laid back down on the hospital bed. "You should probably go home soon. Sleep in an actual bed."

"No," Kenny said and sat back down in the chair, "I'll wait until they release you."