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"You don't stink, you smell fine." He clung to the other tightly. "You smell like you. Please don't let me sleep alone I don't want to die. I could die while you're gone." He was still leaning on Sarad, majority of his weight now on the sweaty male. "You hafta stay with me all night. You can't leave."

"My pajamas are over by the dresser." And tried to walk that way. Sarad instead gently sat him in the desk chair. "Whee." he spun himself, or really sort of swayed side to side in the chair, toes on the floor as he continued. He had to stop as Sarad stripped him, unable to hide his blush at that, crossing his ankles and pressing his thighs together. From this angle he sort of looked like a girl?

But then again, Sarad was a lot prettier than half the girls Dale spoke too, so he wasn't quite sure what his body and head were saying. He was just thankful his friend was ignoring it. Not that it was obvious, the blood wasn't quite rushing south yet. So he sat there in his boxers, embarrassed and feeling himself start to doze. He woke up enough to help him with his pants,

"Thank you." he mumbled, falling in to bed and letting himself be tucked in. His hand slipped out, open and expectant. "Hand, I need to hear your heartbeat so mine won't fail." His words were so slurred together it would take a good ear to even decipher what he said.

Dale was dead asleep all night, barely moving. The medicine did wear off though, that being the only thing waking him up, his bandaged arms hurting like they'd gone through a shredder. He groaned, letting go of Sarad's hand to rub at the gauze, sleepily looking at his friend and flinching. Was he in a murder?! His brain worked to catch up through the sleep induced fog. "Hey." he moved, arm screaming for pain medication. "Sara--" he yawned "d.. hey. Go shower." he mumbled, giving another yawn. *I'm fine. Go.* and tapped at the leg again.

The boy happily took the medicine, swallowing it and the water greedily before resting his head back on the pillow. He hadn't meant to watch, he was just tired so his eyes sort of focused where ever, and that where ever happened to be Sarad. He felt a little creepy, looking away finally when the other turned to leave. "Don't drown." he joked, closing his eyes before opening them again. He was still so exhausted. It was hard to be awake when you hurt.

He must've dozed off though because when he opened his eyes Sarad was back. "Exhausted and hungry. I feel like sleeping more." he admitted. "And you must be tired too right? You should pass out. We'll eat when we wake up again."

Dale looked at the other, knowing it had to be uncomfortable to sleep in a chair. With blurry eyes he looked over at the door, reaching for his glasses to check if it was locked. It was. He sighed, taking them off and thinking. he needed to feel heartbeats this pain medicine was still strong, or was that the pain making his body heavy.

"Look, no homo but get in to bed I can't sleep without heartbeats, and that's gotta be painful. you'll strain your back doing that. C'mon." And scoot over, patting the bed.

Dale smiled, shifting onto his side when he realized he was still hogging up some space. Man this bed was tiny. It was bigger when there wasn't another person in it. Of course now he realized, with dale himself on his side, he was looking at Sarad.

He lifted the blanket to cover his face, not wanting to embarrass the other. "Yea, that'd be nice. You can scoot over a little so you don't fall off." and reached out his hand, slowly patting the bed until he found the other, face still hidden.

Dale relaxed as the warm hand covered his own, sighing into the blankets and closing his eyes. "You too. You sleep well okay?" and gave the hand a squeeze, shifting on his side a bit before stilling. It didn't take long for the boy to pass out again, breathing slow and hand loosely on Sarad's.

Only another hour or two passed, Dale barely moving. It wasn't until he started getting hot did he start leaving the blankets, rolling onto his stomach and spreading out, leg touching Sarad's, much closer to the male than before. Luckily his stomach woke up up, the teen jolting away and letting go. Well, it was time to eat. Ew his hand was sweaty. He had to change.

Quietly he climbed over sarad and onto the floor, moving to his dresser. Why was he in pajamas? All he remembered was a fall and the nurse's. Did Sarad dress him. "That was sweet." But now it was time for jeans and a t-shirt and cozy shoes.