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Jonathan awoke suddenly. He had been sleeping in a chair next to Patrick's bed. Next to him Patrick lay asleep, a smile across his face. He grasped Patrick's hand and began running his hand through Patrick's hair. In his sleep, Patrick began to purr. Jonathan smiled and kissed him on the forehead.

Jonathan began to think about what Laura had said. Was he coddled? Did he really not know about the world around him? Was he a bad person? All of the flew threw his head, making him feel dizzy.

"He'll never play again," a new voice said making him stir. The doctor had entered the room, and was standing by the end of the bed, a cigarette in hand.

"What?" Jonathan asked stunned.

"The way his clavicle broke, it severely destroyed the nerves in that area. He may be able to play, but with nowhere the same amount of strength, and skills as before." He explained.

"No! I will not, I cannot believe you!" He cried holding Patrick in his arms, rocking him back and forth.

"You kids must believe that everything in this world is happy and good, but it is not, and love cannot fix that," the doctor took a long drag on his cigarette, as the lines on his face got deeper.

Jonathan sat there for a time, rocking Patrick back and forth, with thoughts flying threw him. What if Patrick can no longer play? How's the team going to function? The only person he loved was going to lose his favorite thing, the sport.

"You will have to find a way to break this to him," the doctor told him, his voice sad," Food for thought," the doctor walked out of the room.

Jonathan stayed there, crying. How was he going to tell Patrick?! How would Patrick respond? Why did this have to happen to them?

Jonathan stayed like this until his eyes were raw and red from tears. He sniffled, hoping this was all a dream, until the noise of Logan's IV machine made him spin around. It had started giving Logan new medicine. Out of curiosity, Jonathan stood up, and walked over to Logan's bed. He saw many things that intrigued him. Logan's nose had been broken many times, and his face and arms had scars cris-crossed over them. He studied Logan until something made him stop. On both of Logan's wrists were two long, deep, jagged scars. Jonathan grabbed one of Logan's hands and saw that what ever had made them had been dull.

"Eight years ago, a depressed foster kid took a razor blade and slit his wrists, trying to leave this world," James said walking up behind Jonathan.

"What happened?" Jonathan asked in both awe and shock.

"He was tired of not being wanted so he tried to kill himself. I found him, and called 9-1-1, while trying to stop the bleeding. He begged me to stop, to let him die, but I just couldn't.," James chocked out, and Jonathan saw that he was crying.

He contemplated walking over and hugging James, but he didn't, as he had other questions to ask.

"When did you enter foster care?"

"Age seven, him as a newborn."

"Do you love him?"

James looked at him with a hard look. His eyes were red from crying, but still remarkably cold. "Yes." Was his only answer.

Jonathan wanted to yell at him, call him a hypocrite, and tell him off for what he had said about Patrick, but he didn't. In that moment he had another question.

"In your past, did you ever have a dream in which someone in your life told you to make a choice between real life, and happiness?"

James looked at him with a strange look. He regarded him for sometime, until he finally spoke. "Yes" He answered again.

In that moment Jonathan realized that he and James were extremely similar. Not in their past, but in the fact that they had secret lovers who had been injured, and they both had had to make a choice between life and happiness, and they both had chosen life.

At this moment Logan awoke with a gasp. James, without hesitation, gave Logan a full-on, tongue-in-mouth kiss. Logan responded by kissing James back. Jonathan's face turned red, as he knew that this moment should be between just Logan and James.

He walked back over to Patrick, and began to stroke Patrick's face lovingly. After a time Patrick, too, awoke. He smiled at Jonathan and they exchanged a kiss, and grasped each other. After a time, they broke apart smiling. Patrick turned his head, and saw James and Logan, who were still making out, and looked back at Jonathan, a sly smile on his face. He mouthed, "Are they?", and Jonathan finished his sentence by just nodding.

"Awww," Patrick said, his eyes glistening.

Jonathan laughed and began to kiss Patrick again, smiling.

The door burst open and Laura strode out.

"Sorry to interrupt the love fest, but we have shit to do!"

Notes

Next Up: James' Dream