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Timothy couldn't hide the flinch as Daren sat up, but he still instantly and looked up at the man's back. "I'll try to stay on the bed next time." he said with a small and somewhat strained smile, nodding as Daren stood and left. Morning wood, that's all it was, Timothy hadn't done anything to make the man really react except the sliding off of him. he moved his bed upwards and smiled at the nurse.

"Good evening." he responded, watching her move around to check the machines. She didn't make any startled noises so everything must have been good. "Oh, yes." Judging by the silence outside in the hall it was late. "I was wondering if we could have some dinner. I'm aware it's late." he murmured. No doubt Daren would go and get them food from the vending machine if the kitchens were closed. "and I'm sorry for having slept through dinner, but if it isn't too much." and picked at his blanket, looking down at it with a small bit of shame. He didn't mean to be so demanding, but he was hungry. Oh that was no excuse. "I'm sorry."

He tensed under the touch once again, why did any touch, no matter how gentle, have his entire body go rigid? "Really?" his face brightened. "That's wonderful, thank you so much!" Then she leveled her eyes with his own, making him nervous again. "All right. Thank you again." and watched her walk away, ready to turn his gaze to the bathroom door until she asked what he wanted to drink. "Oh, um, juice please." he requested, nodding his head and smiling as she left.

His gaze was allowed to focus on the bathroom door, shower water faint. Daren was in there, he'd woken up with a problem. Was he dealing with it right now? Timothy knew that when Andrew woke up like that, well, Timothy knew how to deal with it. His blood warmed and he paused, why was his body reacting to just the thought! No no no! Not with Andrew not with Daren not with anybody! But Aomine was in there covered with water, did he look like he did when covered with sweat?

The heart monitor signaled his rising heart rate and he shook his head in frustration, doing his best to cool down his heart. Nothing like that, never again. He'd be celibate for the rest of his life if he had too.

Why wasn't his body calming down? Oh this was more terrible then morning wood, the more he tried not to think about anything the hotter his body got and it was finally responding. He gave a whine, wishing to find some way to control it, but the shower water in the bathroom turned off and his heart rate went to a much higher rate. Why was this happening now?! Why was his body like this but not his mind?! He looked around for anything to hide himself with. "Sorry." he said to the large teddy bear, grabbing it and placing it on his lap just as Daren exited the bath. Timothy breathed a sigh of relief into the fake fur, looking over at Daren. "It's normal." he said. "Andrew woke up like that all the time. I forgive you." What was awkward? Nothing was awkward. Timothy just had a very unwanted problem between his legs and was hiding it.

His face grew hot before he buried it into the bear. "Y-yea... I know that." but how to explain his issue. Considering Daren's issue, he'd really rather not explain it right now. He'd really, really rather not. How would he even explain that? Your problem suddenly made me have my own problem and I don't know how to get rid of it? Yea, that certainly wouldn't make things more awkward.

Luckily the nurse came in to distract him and he smiled. "I'll be sure to. Thank you very much." and looked at his food. Spaghetti, his favorite food, but now was he supposed to eat it without moving Mr. Teddy? He could do it, at least until the problem between his legs went away he'd eat.

Inching forward to reach the utensils, the large bear being pressed against the tray, Timothy managed to grab a fork, peering over the bear's shoulder. "Ah, um..." he glanced at Aomine. "W-We'll see once we get tired." he said, curling the pasta around the metal before bringing it to his mouth, eating carefully. See, he could do it.

"Ah!" No! he'd gotten sauce on the bear! Keeping the fork between his lips he moved forward to grab the napkin, wiping it off and checking elsewhere on the bear. Good, he was clean. This was going to be more of a challenge then he thought.

More pasta was wound around the metal, bounced lightly to remove excess sauce before eaten. This wasn't so bad once you got used to it, though he had to admit the pasta was somewhat flavorless. In the corner of his eye the officer moved, Timothy turning his head slightly to watch. "What're you doing?" he asked, reaching to get more pasta. Daren answered for him by removed the bear, legs expsed until a pillow covered them.

"Wh-What?" he looked down before at Daren, noticing the other's bed. 'This-This is your pillow, Aomine!" he exclaimed, ready to take it off but knew he couldn't. Not without embarrassing himself. Daren rested his head on this and now it was between his legs. Between his legs, his head, oh dear god just when it was abotu to go away the officer made it worse. "Aomine." he whined, turning to look at the man in time to see the other lick his lips. His head, his tongue, between his legs.

With his face as hot as the unwanted third party between his legs, Timothy turned back to his meal. "N-Not really." he murmured, taking a small bite.

Timothy was ready to kill himself, unable to taste much of anything on the tray as the heated blood made itself known in a rather lewd way. Focus, focus on the spaghetti, it was mostly flavorless, if tomato sauce could be flavorless. He could taste it but at the same time it was so bland. He reached and took a sip of the juice, that was better, somewhat more flavor. Deep breathes, deep breathes and it would go away.

Brown eyes glanced over, almost begging him to make it stop. "Yes?" he asked quietly, spinning more noodles around his fork. Great, Aomine was asking about it, even more embarrassing. Why was this cop so interested in his daily affairs? He'd saved him wasn't that enough? The man looked back down at his food. Was he aroused? Yes, yes he was. Was it Aomine's fault, oh he didn't know. Yes, maybe no. "It just sort of literally sprang up." he said, trying his best not to sound whiny. "And it's not completely your fault." Timothy would just kill himself now with a bed sheet. Maybe hang himself, or suffocate.

"I can eat." he said with a little more force then intended, but fear started to crawl up his stomach, spiking up his spine as Daren stood and got closer. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to back away, fork abandoned on the tray. "No, let me go!" he shouted, trying to struggle as Daren lifted him, pillow in his lap. What was he doing? No, no please he didn't want to, he was sorry he wouldn't let it happen again please, please he didn't want to!

He was close to tears as the other set him down, hands gripping the pillow between his thighs. He wasn't hard anymore, he was frightened, what was Aomine doing? He wanted to go back to bed, he was sorry, really, he was sorry. He didn't want to sleep here the rest of the night. Timothy was so sorry. But Daren explained what he wanted the patient to do, the other giving a small nod.

Daren left and Timothy allowed himself to cry freely, letting go of the pillow which slid to the floor. "I'm sorry, Aomine." he said, knowing that the other couldn't hear him. He could faintly hear the television through the wall. "I cna't, I can't. I'm scared. Why are you doing this to me?" he cried. "I'll be good I promise. I don't want to be in here, let me out. Let me out." but there was still no response from the other side. he was so afraid, and he culdn't leave until he'd done what Daren told him to do. He couldn't, he couldn't do it anymore.

He reached down, picking up the faintly warm pillow and held it to his chest for some feeling of comfort and sat there until he finished crying, nothing but a sniffling mess and swollen red eyes. But he couldn't leave until he'd done what Aomine told him to do, so he'd sleep here all night. But not on the floor. Looking around he didn't see any more clean towels, the nurses must have not gotten to it yet. Gripping the IV stand for dear life he slowly stood. It didn't hurt, not too bad. That was probably the pain medication. Slowly, ever so slowly he moved to the tub, looking down into it and thinking. If he slept under warm water he'd be warm all night. this wasn't such a terrible punishment, Aomine really was nice.

Bare-footed and still in his hospital gown he stepped and moved to sit down, IV tugging at his skin. Moving the pillow to his teeth he bit it, fingers working to remove the tape and IV itself, sliding it out rather easily before sinking into the tub. He didn't want to drown so he couldn't fill it, so the shower would work. He had to fiddle with the handle for a minute, pillow on his thighs once again before he'd turned it on and the shower water ran.

He yelped, cold water hitting him and he tried to fix it, but it only seemed to get colder and colder. Timothy gave up, slowly inching himself under the cold stream, curling up around the pillow and closing his eyes, jaw tense. The beating of the water was soothing, but he could feel his body slowly grow used to the cold and even warm up to it. He could sleep like this, this wasn't bad. He'd certainly slept under worse circumstances.