Chapter 8

Travis was sitting beside Wes's hospital bed, watching the blonde man lying there as he slept sometimes frowning in his sleep but for the most of the time he just looked relaxed.

Travis had been sitting like this for two hours, not quite biting on his fingernails but not far from it.

Wes had fallen unconscious during the ride to the hospital making the dark haired detective worry and upon arrival at the ER the two detectives had been separated for some time then Travis had been shown to the room where Wes was lying in and he had sat down and not moved since.

The doctors had told him that his partner would be fine, the blonde man's broken wrist had gotten a new cast, as the old one had a few cracks in it, and his other wrist was wrapped tight and had stopped bleeding. No new broken bones just bruised ribs and the gash had been stitched and you had a hard time seeing it but Travis still knew that is was there.

The side effect of the drug was the thing that lingered but at least the unhealthy flush and the vomiting had ended but Wes was still pretty out of it.

They would keep Wes overnight, they told Travis that he would be out of it for most of the night but Travis had refused to leave. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until Wes had woken up.

"Travis?" Wes's voice was barley a whisper but one of the best things Travis had heard in a long time. "You alright?"

Travis huffed out a laugh as he got up and sat down on the bed beside his partner.

"I'm fine. I'm not the one lying in a hospital bed." Travis laid one hand on Wes's arm and squeezed gently. "How are you feeling?"

"Groggy but otherwise fine." Wes said and closed his eyes for as he shifted a little then he opened and fixed them on his partner. "Why are you still here?"

"I…" Travis got lost in Wes's blue eyes for a second. "I wanted to make sure that you were alright."

"I'm fine, Travis. It could have been a lot worse if it hadn't been for you."

"Stop it, Wes." Travis looked away and he licked his lips nervously.

"No. I got to tell you this." Wes took a deep breath before he continued. "You saved my life and my sanity. Thank you." Wes looked away as he blushed. "But I'm really sorry that you got hurt."

Travis was speechless for a second at Wes's words and he just stared at his blonde partner that looked back at him and twitched a little under the stare.

"You are doing it again, Travis." Wes said blushing.

"What?" Travis said finding his voice.

"You are staring at me."

"But, baby, you are so beautiful to look at." Travis smirked as his eyes twinkled.

""I know, but it's not polite to stare." Wes smirked back. "And if that is your best pick up line I feel sorry for you."

"Don't be like that, babe." Travis smiled his big smile and actually made Wes a little self-conscious.

Then Travis leaned forward to whisper huskily in Wes's ear:

"I'm really glad that you are okay."


AN:That's the end! Thank you so much for reading and for your support! I'm really glad that I had the guts to post this.