blisters ; jayson

the persuasion;

Note: the story is beginning to drag too long, it should begin to get more important from now on, each update will mean more, and more will happen..

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"It's all okay now," the cold and pale fingers that feel so warm coquet Grayson's back, rubbing it in circular motions.

The nurse that was sitting by blushes lightly, to her, they look like lovers and it seems like an act of intimacy. She is wrong, yet so right.

Because Grayson relaxes in his grip, refusing to let go of him. His breathing softens quickly, returns to a normal pace.

When he pulls back his hazel-green eyes are wet and doe-like, opening up wide and eyebrows shooting up in a puppy-like expression, in sadness, he says, "I'm sorry, Jack."

Jack smiles, he feels a cough rising in his throat because he must've caught a cold, running in the rain. He hushes him, leads him back to where the seats are and he is the one who convinces him to get his tests done and his  cast done. He coaxes him softly, talks him through it all as Grayson tells him what happened.

The surgery takes four more hours from then, they sew his whole entire hand back up. When Ethan is conscious again, the doctor tells Grayson it could have easily lead to something much more serious, like losing the limb or threatening to have reached the veins and cut them, and lost a lot more blood.

They see Ethan together, Jack and Grayson, and Aaron arrives running too, half an hour later.

The doctor tells them to go home and come back for checkups tomorrow. Ethan refuses to look into Grayson's eyes and, shuts them tight whenever he sees the cast on Grayson's fingers.

Aaron serves to lighten the mood at their empty house. His voice remains high and cheerful and he pretends as if nothing happened, not in a bad way but in a better-intentions kind of way.

Grayson appreciates it, cherishes him even but what he cherishes even more is Jack serving as their caretaker. He is quiet all the time, washing dishes left to rot in the sink or pulling the leftover laundry that was still running by the time they ran through that door.

He is observant, he is not the doctor to change their casts but he does everything he can do for them, tries to replace their limbs by being their limbs.

Ethan is truly exhausted, both from the drugging of the surgery and the mental problems he has accumulated and let out so rashly.

Jack brings out the leftover food in their fridge, there is a huge serving of lasagna and another of white cream farfalla pasta and he heats those up, sets them in glass bowls and chops up a green salad. He sets the table for dinner like that, and Aaron's cheeks must hurt by now because he has been trying too hard to lighten the mood.

Ethan eats silently, drinks his water with his other hand and the entire table is silent. He looks not guilty, not sad, not shrunken up but rigid. He's changed into a black muscle tee with Jack's help and his shoulders are tense, the veins can be seen prominent and tight, elbows on the table in a foreboding manner.