To be fair, all dough we worked hard on this book, not everybody like mayonnaise on their sandwiches.
- S and M
It was a normal day for the try guys. It started off with an idea, as always. Ned was cradling his newly broken femur due to said idea... Stupid competitive streak.
The guys all fought over who got to ride with Ned in the ambulance and who had to drive the car. In the end, Zac drove himself and Eugene in the car, since he is the best driver out of the four. Eugene, however, just so happened to lose a very intense game of rock paper scissors shoot.
The drive to the emergency room was a bonding one for the two in the ambulance. Keith held Ned's hand the entire time, never breaking eye contact. Keith slowly bent over to wipe the tears from his friend's face, right before going to run his fingers through Ned's dirty gold strands.
When Keith moved to break contact, Ned gripped his hand tighter, keeping it on his face.
"Don't let go" he whispered brokenly.
"I'll never let go Ned" Keith said, a tear falling from his eye for his hurting friend. "I'll never let go"
The remainder of the ride was silent, the air thick like a bowl of oatmeal.
...
"Move!" Keith yelled, shoving poor Zac away from the door so that he could go into the room first.
They had just gotten the word from the doctor-- Ned was out of surgery but would have to stay on bed rest for a few weeks before starting physical therapy. He would remain unconscious for a few more hours.
"Ned?" he asked hesitantly.
"I know you can't answer me, but it's kinda lonely here without you."
Suddenly, Keith had an epiphany.
I know how I can wake him up, he grinned.
Keith looked over his shoulder to see if the boys were still there. Luckily, they weren't. Eugene must have taken Zac for food or something. Just to be sure, he locked the door and put a chair under the door knob for extra assurance. Next, he walked around the room shutting the blinds, hiding the two of them from peeking eyes.
He turned around with a devious smirk. He walked over and whispered in Ned's ear. "I've been hungry all day."
Keith then slowly ran his fingers down Ned's hospital gown, reaching the edge and pulling it up to reveal an 18.4 centimeter long Italian pepperoni sandwich. Keith's eyes widened in excitement and hunger. He hadn't eaten in weeks. His mouth was salivating. He wanted, no, needed, to devour this hot hoagie.
He gripped it in his hand and started to slowly eat it. As time went on on, Keith ate faster and faster, becoming ravenous. Eventually, he heard a moan: Ned was waking up.
"K- Keith? What are you doing with my sandwich?" he murmured in a raspy voice.
"Shhh, just enjoy it" Keith replied. He was kind of hard to understand since his mouth was full of Ned's meat, but the message was still clear.
Ned nodded and lolled his head back, relinquishing all control.
After a few minutes, Keith found himself covered in mayonnaise. It delighted him.
"My turn" Ned growled, flipping himself over Keith.
"What are you doing?!" Keith screamed. "You're hurt!"
"Pleasure is so much more powerful than pain, my friend" Ned drawled.
"N-Ned" Keith moaned as the other man started rubbing his sandwich through the barrier of clothes.
"Call me sir" Ned growled.
"Y-yes sir" Keith breathed.
