Reunited (2)

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The day had finally arrived, the day Sal was able to return back to normal life, and forget that this had ever happened. I wanted to make sure that he'd never even consider to do something like this ever again, I wanted to watch his every move, from the moment we walked out of that hospital, up until I felt that he was capable of being left alone without feeling the need to hurt himself in some way.

I had left Sal in the company of the hospital staff, while I went to his house to retrieve some of his clothes for him to change into. During his time in the coma, I had taken the liberty to fix his door that I had smashed through, cleaned up his bathroom where that fateful night took place, and made sure that his house was spotless for his return. My aim was to make it look immaculate and back to normal to help erase any lasting bad memories from two months prior. I had stuffed a rucksack full of a couple of tees and some basketball shorts, so that Sal could choose what he wanted to wear. I know how picky he can get. I walked back out to my Jeep, checking that I had everything with me, before I made my way back to the hospital. Once I had arrived, I made my way to his room, anticipating his release. I couldn't wait to get away from the place. The trauma, the sadness, everything about this place gave me the creeps. I made it to outside Sal's room, slowly opening the door, to find him sat up and eating his breakfast.

"Morning, Handsome." I smiled, as I strolled over to the side of the bed, dropping the bag of clothes to the floor. I leant down, placing a kiss to his forehead, before taking a seat beside him on the bed. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, as Sal finished off his mouthful of food. He turned to look at me, a smile upon his face, before he brushed his soft lips against mine briefly.

"Morning to you too." He replied, resting his head against my shoulder. He held the fork in his hands, playing with the hospital food. In all honesty, it didn't look very appetising, I don't blame him for not eating it all. "Did you bring my clothes?" He asked, moving the plate of food to the side. I nodded, as I stood up from the bed, bending down to retrieve the rucksack from the floor. As I bent down, I felt Sal pat my ass in a playful manner. I remained doubled over, as I looked at him through my legs, raising an eyebrow at him. Sal chuckled lightly, as he moved his foot out from the covers, kicking my ass, pushing me forward. I stumbled over, thankfully landing in the chair opposite me. The pair of us were both laughing hard, and it's moments like these that I had missed, that I wanted to continue forever. Sal's laugh is an angelic sound that warms my heart, I could honestly listen to it all day.

I let Sal rummage through the rucksack, pulling out the clothes that he wanted to wear home. He had chosen his Tenderloins tee and some black basketball shorts. He clambered off of the bed and began to get dressed. He turned around to look at me, his cheeks blushing a deep shade of red. He fumbled around with the clothes in his hands, before he looked at me.

"Could you, erm...not look for a second." He stammered, as he ran a hand through his hair. I looked at him, a confused expression upon my face. I'd seen him naked before now, so why was he suddenly embarrassed to get changed in front of me? Maybe he just needed time to adjust to his life again, who knows? I nodded my head, holding my hands across my eyes. I heard him sigh in relief, before the sound of clothes being chucked around could be heard. I slyly slipped my fingers open slightly, peering through, and that's when I saw them. The scars, the battle wounds, running up and down his thighs. He must have done this to himself when he was alone, when he wouldn't talk to anyone. I let him get dressed, removing my hands from my face once he was done. I decided not to bring up the subject, seeing as this was supposed to be a day where we both forget about this rut. Sal picked up the rucksack, searching desperately for something, before he looked up at me, flustered. "Brian, where are my shoes?"

"Ah, shit!" I replied, smacking my hand against my head. I was in such a rush that morning to get him home that I had completely forgotten to pick up a pair of shoes. I guess I'll have to improvise. I shrugged my shoulders at Sal, poking out my bottom lip, as I looked at him. "Guess I'll have to carry you out to the car." I chuckled. Sal didn't look amused, but it was our only option unfortunately. We made sure that we had everything, all of the gifts he had received being packed into his bag. Sal was sat on the bed, as he looked at me worryingly, his bare feet avoiding all contact with the floor. I rolled my eyes, as I crouched over in front of him, ready for him to hop onto my back. Sal clasped my shoulders tightly, wrapping his legs around my torso, as I carried him out to the Jeep. Thankfully, the distance between his room and my car wasn't too far. I could feel his body shake against my back, as he laughed the whole time.

As we approached the Jeep, I struggled to open the door, my hand trying to remain wrapped around his leg. I knew that he wouldn't dare to stand on the floor, so this was my only choice. I eventually managed to swing the door open. Now that I think about it, Sal should have opened it for me, but there we go. I swivelled the pair of us around, letting him drop back into the car. He buckled himself in, as I placed the bag into the back seat. I made my way to the driver's side, quickly getting in and starting up the engine. As I drove out of the parking lot, Sal and I took one last glance at the hospital building, the both of us thinking the same thing. We didn't want to ever return, not for the same reason it had been for this time at least.

I pulled up into his driveway, after having visiting my house to pack a bag of clothes, so that I could stay with him for a week or so. I went to unlock the door for him, letting the rucksack of gifts hold it open for us. I made my way back to the Jeep, opening the passenger's door. I opted for a fireman's lift this trip, seeing as it was easier. I hoisted Sal over my shoulder, having one arm wrapped around his legs and the other holding his hand out to the side. I kicked the car door shut with my foot, as I started to make my way to the house. Sal was moaning about his face being so close to my ass the whole trip. I love the man, I really do, but he can be so dramatic sometimes. I dropped Sal back onto his feet once we were inside, breathing a sigh of relief. Here we were, back where it had all began. I looked at him, a smile growing on my face, as I studied his features. I was glad that he was back to himself, and out of that God awful place.

"I need a fucking shower." Sal grimaced, as he went to step out of the room. He approached the doorway, before turning back to look at me. "Join me?" He winked. I squealed excitedly, as I ran after him. I had waited so long for this to happen again.