Landing In London {Dreams & Bleachers Sequel}

Done For You

Hey everyone-I was torn between using Done For You or Paper Forts in this character. Inevitability, I did choose Done For You, which is in an external link because I had to use Vimeo, but Paper Forts is in the sidebar/info. As well, I included a picture of Chad Kowal (the man I based NJ's character off of) that I felt went well w/ this chapter. Enjoy, everyone :)

Ryder's POV

My poor baby got deathly ill after the reunion. I took him to an emergency clinic, and they told us my worse fear. His HIV is, well, I don't know the best way to put it. It's... acting up.

With HIV, his immune system is incredibly weak, but the medicine has always worked fine before. They said it's unexpectedly progressing, and the best they can do is up his dosage of medication. The doctor swore he'll be on his feet again in a week or so, and I trust him, but it still scares the shit out of me.

We, of course, missed our flight back to LA. He can't fly in this condition! Harley and Jade stayed too, even though we told them to go. They insisted they stay, because he's family. We all are.

I can't sleep right now, knowing that Nicky is awake in the bed next to me. To be honest, I'm scared to even move, from fear that it'll make his stomachache worse. He won't admit when it's bad, but I can tell. I could feel him moving, soon hearing him getting up and walking to the bathroom.

Flipping on the light, I sat up in bed and pulled on some pajama pants. Might as well, NJ's going to be up all night, and so will I. He left the bathroom door cracked, and I could hear him retching horribly.

I quickly got up, running in there with him, and placing a hand on his back as I pulled his hair out of his face. Nicky was pale as a ghost, and his lips were almost blue. He wiped his mouth on a towel, then threw it across the floor for a maid to pick up.

NJ softly set his head again my chest. I delicately draped my arm over him, while silent tears slowly fell from his eyes. Neither of us had to say a thing, because we both knew there was nothing to say.

I took a deep breath, murmuring, "Is there anything I can do for you, Honey?"

He sat there for a second, debating. "Sing to me?" Nicky weakly asked.

"Babe, you know I can't-"

"Please?" He whispered.

I sighed, thinking of what to say or do. Here goes nothing.

"The best things in life, come with a price. The star that burned so bright, faded the fastest. You'll always feel it's rights, even when we end the fights. Welcome home, home tonight, singing ohhh, ohhh, welcome home tonight, Ohhh ohh, tonight. Words, they don't know how to make amends, and all they do is push you to the edge, but it's not wasted. It's all done for you, oh ohhh, it's all done for you, oh ohhh, it's all done for you, oh ohhh, it's all done for you, oh ohhh, oh ohhh."

Next Morning

As I opened my eyes, I realized I had fallen asleep with NJ on the bathroom floor. He was asleep too, and-wait, Nicky was actually asleep? Oh my God, he was. I breathed a sigh of relief, happy that my Angel finally could get some rest.

Carefully, I picked him up and moved him to the bed. He didn't make a peep, thank goodness. My phone suddenly dinged, making me mouth cuss words. I glanced over, seeing him still sound asleep. Close call there!

First, I silenced my phone, then checked the message. It was Arianna, telling me everyone was going up to a cabin for the weekend. She was asking if NJ and I wanted to go. Guess she never got word of him being sick, or she forgot, or she blew it off because she still doesn't have any human feelings for Nicky.

I responded, telling her that I'm staying with my sick boyfriend instead. I'm sure she won't be happy, but she'll have to deal with it! The others will be there, and she never liked either of us anyways.

While I waited for her to responded, I went to the kitchen and quietly made myself some toast. We have a lot, considering it's the only thing Nicky can get down. My phone buzzed, and she was unhappy, of course.

'Well, that's unfortunate' She replied, and I could practically hear her monotone voice saying that. 'If you change your mind, you can still join us.'

How 'bout a 'I hope NJ get's better' or a 'I understand, take care.' God, I swear she has it out for us. I feel that way about a lot of people though. Maybe I'm just paranoid. Harley always tells me I am, and I'm starting to believe her.

I could hear shuffling in the bedroom. Through these thin ass hotel walls, you could hear anything. My baby must be up. I slowly opened the door, seeing him hunched over, taking his pills.

"Mornin', sweet Angel." I delicately said as I walked in the room. "How you feelin'?"

"Like shit." He faintly replied.

I sighed. "You want me to get you something? Maybe toast, or eggs? You should try to get protein down."

"O-okay, but only if... if you don't complain if I sit in the kitchen with you." Nicky responded, knowing I wanted him on bed rest.

"Nicky, I don't think that's the best idea." I replied.

He shot me those pitiful puppy eyes. "But, the doctor said I need to build my strength back up."

"Fine," I huffed. "Just, don't push yourself."

"I won't." He said as he stood up, slowly following me into the next room.

Nicky sat down, watching me make breakfast in our small kitchen. At least we had one, because most rooms don't. Once I gave him the food, he just picked at it, but some did go down. He's eating some, we're making progress.

"Um, Harley and Jade are going up to a cabin with the others this weekend. So, it'll just be us." I told him.

"Oh," He replied. "Maybe, if I'm feeling better, we can do something."

I laughed. "If you get better that fast, it'd be a miracle."

"We've pulled out some real miracles in our day." NJ smiled, reflecting back on the years.

"Yeah," I grinned, doing the same. "We sure have."

I thought back to our memories together. We have been to Hell and back, then did the trip a few more times. Through addictions, depression, arguments, heartbreak, and everything else life throws at us, we've stuck it out together. God, I love this man.