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Donovan shook his head, "I was merely saying it. I don't think you can stomach me for so long...no one else has." His son was a good example as was Zayn. Donovan jerked, "That tickled and that's a childs myth..." He chuckled lightly. Though he hurt a bit from the laughing. "another myth down the drain. Laughter is not the best medicine when it comes to stitches." He said.

Donovan shook his head, "Cutie..." He hadn't heard that term before. "Me cute...How funny..." The male chuckled, "That is my crime though. I work too hard and refuse to stop." He started getting up using the wall. Upon hearing his name he shrugged. At least, he didn't have to introduce himself, "Then you know I don't back down." He stretched ignoring the stitches. His eyes locked to the male as he helped him and felt the hands about him. He raised his brow. "You will be walking me home...huh...And here I thought I needed a bodyguard. Easy now." he told as he shifted. "I'm not dying okay..." He snickered, "A few blocks from here. You make it look like i need to ride to the hospital like this. " he warned.

Donovan laughed though it became annoying as it hurt him some more. "I ...I will heal as soon as my body remembers to be just as stubborn as I am." He lead and did not lead the way as they went. "Yeah I do. Sadly." he muttered. The guy was homeless and probably had the right to smack him over the head for not liking his home. "Mind getting me up the elevator...." He asked. The doorman had enough issues. He had the male walk him in not releasing him. He lead him to his house and fumbled with the keys and dropped them on the floor. "Damn..."

Donovan chuckled, "I do apologize..." He was kinda glad that Jasper understood. Donovan sighed a bit before growling at his keys and watched the male lean down and get what he dropped. "Thanks." Donovan grunted as he walked in looking at his son and...Zayn. How awkward this would be. Donovan sighed as rotated out of the Jasper's grasp and toward the makeshift kitchen. "Jasper this is my son Collin and Zayn." He wanted his pills. "Jasper you still want to try working for me?" he asked as though nothing was wrong and went on like nothing ever happened. He shook a bit and found it rather difficult to pull two stupid pills out of their container and started pouring them out until he had two. He dropped him in his mouth and gulped them down gladly. What was he suppose to say?

Donovan was sure he was going to get a lecture from his son once the two were gone. Donovan snickered at Jasper, "You worry too much for a person who's just met me. Just look at those two calm and quiet as usual." Donovan glanced over to Zayn noting the male's form and how well he looked. Donovan hated it really. He wanted to have Zayn rely on him really. He became quiet as Zayn glanced at his son. He figured as much and decided to let it go. His son seemed to be the better suitor in all this. He rubbed his wound calmly before hearing Zayn stand and say good bye. "Hello and goodbye. It was nice seeing you Zayn." he was sure as hell wishing to move now. Maybe some where no one would find him either. Donovan eyed his son and then focused on the male by him instead.

Later on after passing out for a good ten hours thanks to his wound. He didn't recall much thanks to the drug. It was hard to focus and he wanted to sleep more. ..and should however he was stubborn. He hobbled about the house ignoring it.

Greg was at the office looking at his phone reading a text and laughing at that moment. He waited on for it on the news. His eyes closed before he went to the streets and searched. He found his two allies. He grabbed on annoyed, "Didn't I tell you to rape him only! He wasn't supposed be hurt or left for dead!" his plan was to teach Zayn a lesson and keep him alive to make him feel miserable. It was to make Greg feel so much better. Donovan was hurt so bad and ignored everyone trying to bury himself in his work! Zayn and Collin were the only ones allowed at his home in and allowed to sleep in it...Greg only got that one night! How was that fair. "Now he's going to find that out and take him back in!" Greg hissed and let them go.

Donovan tilted his head almost child like. "I tried to. Rather hard when they throw it back in your face." Donovan chuckled low before shaking his head, " I work in the business world... Stress comes with the job and pills can not be there forever. Thanks for helping me. I...might see you around. Maybe if I'm not in the hospital again." Donovan uttered. He saw the male leave and sighed. He already allowed one into his house and look where it got him.

He leaned on the table isle breathing deeply. The stitches were so annoying. After hobbling his form about he finally went into his room once more and started typing on his computer getting the business on track before he fell asleep with the laptop on his lap on his bed with some contracts and forms about his limbs.

Donovan stirred sometime in the middle night gasping. He moved wrong or pulled his flesh. He tore a stitch he knew it as there was some blood on his bed. He was tempted to call for Collin. He rolled off the bed and managed to his bathroom looking the wound in the mirror seeing the bandage soaked. He clanged onto the sink as he pulled it off to see the real damage. Donovan growled as it was bleeding. He patched it up like he was told to ... well not to do. He should have gone to the hospital because of it. Donovan was stubborn and cleaned himself up throbbing a bit before tossing his sheets and covers on the floor. Donovan started to walk to the kitchen for his pills. He was shaking and sweaty. His eyes fell on the lump on the couch and blinked at it. He didn't move for a moment and then tossed his pills down his throat. Donovan looked down as he drank at the couch seeing Zayn. He didn't bother and eased back to his room and closed the door locking the door. Why the hell was he here?He only thought of his son and shook his head to go to sleep and didn't bother finding another blanket.