Frustration And An Expletive

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I was going to combine chapter 18 and 19 together but then I'd have to include a time skip and I didn't want to. (I frustrate myself.) And though this chapter is super short and gives off an angsty vibe, the next chapter won't be solid angst. There'll be happy times ahead. So hang in there. (I need more happy fics 'cause I'm a very sad person.)

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"You should eat something. You look really pale," Jay commented as Tim lifted his injured leg onto the mattress.

"Of course I look pale. I haven't eaten since god-knows-when and I feel like total shit, Jay."

Jay took that as his cue to get the other man something to eat. If he'd been fed at the hospital - which he more than likely hadn't - he'd probably still be hungry. After all, hospital food wasn't exactly a five star meal. Rummaging through the fridge, Jay discovered the food he had put aside from his breakfast days ago. It hadn't gone bad, but Jay assumed Tim would want something a little fresher and settled on making him some scrambled eggs and a few pieces of toast. As soon as the food had been prepared, Jay set it on a plate and hurried back to Tim's room.

The injured man had removed a large portion of his clothes. His pants and jacket were missing, leaving him in his boxers and a grey t-shirt. He was laid back on the bed, his arm under his head, his left leg propped up on a pillow, and his eyes closed; upon first seeing the position Tim was in, Jay's thoughts immediately reminded him of how similar he looked to the masked man before he remembered that they were the same person.

"Hey, I brought you food," Jay said as he took a seat on the edge of the mattress, nudging Tim with his elbow. The other man gave a groan and started to roll over but quickly stopped with a wince.

"Are you okay?" Jay asked as Tim sat up slowly, taking the plate from him once he was fully upright.

"As okay as I can be given the circumstances," Tim dismally replied as Jay handed him the fork and he began to eat.

Jay thought his words over before asking, "So... Not at all?"

The two locked eyes as Tim replied around a bite of food, "Not even close."

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