The Boy With the Bruise - benjey

6 - Please, Don't Leave.

Benji's heart began to beat quickly as he turned to face the shy boy.

"What?"

"Can... can you come inside with me?" Jorge stuttered, his face heating up under Benji's gaze. "You really don't have too, if you don't want too. I get it if you don't..."

"Wait, I do want too! I just... well... yeah, I'll come inside," Benji interrupted, also stuttering nervously on his words as his hands fumbled with his seatbelt.

Jorge felt his cheeks heat up even more as he nodded his head slowly, opening the car door and walking to the other side to meet Benji, who jumped out of his car quickly to meet him.

Jorge's head didn't hurt quite as much as it did before, but the world hadn't stopped spinning and his vision wasn't any less blurry. Benji must've noticed, because he held out his arm for Jorge to steady himself on. Although it didn't seem like a good idea to do that when there was still a slight possibility that Kaden was home, Jorge didn't see any other choice, considering the fact that the ground was beginning to rock violently and it was making him really nauseous.

"You ok?" Benji asked worriedly when Jorge stumbled across the pavement, but all Jorge could muster was a pathetic nod of his head.

"Yeah... cansado," he slurred as he used his key to unlock the door and begin to make his way up the steps to the third floor, leaning most of his weight on Benji as they both made the journey.

At this point, Benji was practically carrying the boy.

It took them a while, but they made it. Jorge's condition worsened as he fumbled for his apartment key, his fingers vigorously shaking as he tried his hardest to focus on the keys.

"Jorge?" Benji repeated, but his voice swirled painfully fast, like a tornado of hums and buzzes, in Jorge's head. "Jorge, what's wrong?" Jorge shook his head as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to drown out the sound as white stars began to dance in his vision.

"The one that's blue," he mumbled as he shakily handed the keys to him. Quickly, Benji grabbed the blue key and unlocked the door to the apartment, banging the door open and rushing inside to find a place to put him. He laid Jorge on a couch and then proceeded to sit on the floor beside his head and whip out his phone to google Jorge's symptoms.

"God dammit," he whispered under his breath when he realized that Jorge was showing most of the signs of a concussion. He looked back up to the boy, who was shifting uncomfortably on the couch, eyelids slightly open as his hands pressed desperately against the wound on his head. His lips parted and exhaled hot breaths as he tried to focus on anything but the pain, like Benji's warm hands that engulfed his shoulder in a desperate attempt to distract him, but nothing seemed to work.

"Duele mucho," Jorge groaned. "Algo está mal... algo está mal."

Benji suddenly regretted not paying attention in Spanish class, because he had no idea what Jorge wanted, but began to panic when he realized that the smaller boy was in enough pain to forget how to translate his words into English. Benji did the only rational thing that came to mind and pulled Jorge's hands off of his forehead.

"Don't touch it... it might make it worse. I'm gonna get ice. Do you have any ice in your freezer?" Benji asked, jumping to his feet and looking around the apartment frantically. When the only thing that came from Jorge was a small grunt, Benji took it upon himself to rush to the kitchen and pull handfuls of ice out of the freezer, opening and slamming drawers as he looked for baggies to put them in.

"Um... what the fuck?" From the doorway came an annoyed, gravelly voice, causing Benji to jump. "Who the hell are you, and why are you in my house?"

Stammering, Benji replied. "Jorge's hurt. He lives here, right? I mean, he has a key. I brought him home, because he felt sick... he got hurt at school."

"What? Slow down."

"Do you have any plastic bags?"

"Yeah, in the top drawer, but..."

"Ok, thanks."

"Wait!" the boy followed Benji as he poured ice into a few bags. "What happened?"

"Bullies," Benji seethed, sealing the bags and rushing over to the boy in pain with a confused one right in tow. When Kaden noticed the state his boyfriend was in, he stopped dead in his tracks. Benji took no notice as he tended to Jorge.

"Bullies?" Kaden questioned, staring unemotionally at Jorge's contorted face as Benji pressed the ice as gently as he could against the cut. "Why would they go after Jorge?" It was quiet for a moment as Benji shifted his gaze from Jorge to the annoyed boy.

"You don't know?"

"Would I be asking if I knew, bitch?"

"Hey, no need to be an asswipe about it. On our school's Instagram, some kids posted videos of him and his boyfriend out on a date, you know, kissing and stuff like that."

"How'd they get the videos?"

"I don't know, honestly. Someone probably saw him and began to record him."

"Could you tell who he's with?"

"No, but I don't think that matters... Jorge's the one being bullied, after all, and... Jorge? Hey, Jorge?" Benji's hands began to shake Jorge, trying to get a reaction out of him, but the boy had fallen slack against the cushions. 

"Fuck, what's wrong with him?" Kaden asked, suddenly interested in his boyfriend's health as he rushed forward to bend down next to Benji, who began to panic even more. 

"I don't know... I don't know..." Benji continued to shake him. "Uh, call 9-1-1!" Kaden stared dumbly at Benji.

"It's not that serious, he's probably just passed out from the pain."

"Are you fucking serious?" Benji nearly shouted, grabbing his phone off from the ground and punching in the numbers. "Fine, I'll just do it myself." Before Benji could press the call button, Jorge's small figure jerked awake, covered a cold sweat.

"Shit, he's awake, dude," Kaden stated, moving in front of Benji and softly touching the sweaty skin of Jorge's face. "Jorge, baby?"

Benji's heart dropped when he heard the stranger call Jorge 'baby'. Of course, he already knew that Jorge had a boyfriend, and Benji should have upright assumed that he was the one who Jorge was living with... but, something about the fact that someone else was calling Jorge 'baby' made Benji... jealous. It was a new emotion for Benji, especially for a boy. Everything about Jorge confused him.

Jorge's long eyelashes fluttered open and closed periodically, the warmth of someone's hand tracing his face the only thing keeping him conscious. As he leaned into it, he mumbled something under his breath, too out of it to even realize he said it out loud. 

"Por favor, no te vayas, Benji." 

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