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Timothy didn't want him to stay, there was really no point, but Daren said his chief ordered him to and he sighed, somewhat thankful for that. "If you were ordered to stay you can't really go against it." he murmured, lifting up his blankets and looking at the other as he tried to get cozy. His lower half was still bound, there wasn't much he could do. "Well don't stay too long, you still have a job." he murmured, closing his eyes as the hand moved closer, but it was soft and just moved his hair. Well the hand was really rough, but the movement was soft, caring. Why was he doing this? "something I need?" Would the other be willing to love him? Sure Timothy hated him, he didn't really even want to be this close to him, but right now it was so terrible, being unloved, Andrew far away with the possibility of never having a visitor. "Can you..." he looked away. He couldn't ask that. "Is it possible to get my job back?" Though that might have been equally impossible, but he needed to be able to afford his apartment again and he wasn't sure if Andrew had paid the rent this month.

That small piece of information was refreshing, he might still have a job, but of course there was the issue with him being bed-ridden for a while. He might not get the job after all. "Everyone will want to speak to me, won't they?" His story was bound to leak to the press some way or another, and he was most frightened of that. He didn't want Andrew to see him on television, he didn't want that. "I'll tell as much as I can," he murmured. "But I can't promise I'll say everything." and sighed, closing his eyes and taking off is glasses, setting them beside his pillow. "I think I'll rest for now. Again, thank you." and gave the smallest of smiles to the officer before trying to turn his back to them, having to settle with just turning his head. It hardly took five minutes before he was out cold, but he was empty, and the bed wasn't warm. He missed Andrew and his kisses. Always a kiss before it was time to sleep, to prove he loved him.

Andrew in prison, that's all he dreamed about, telling Timothy it was his fault he was there, that he'd been a bad boyfriend and he had to raise enough money to bail him out. He didn't have a job and no one wanted to accept him because he was sick for too long and used up all of his sick days for life. He had to whore himself out and it was a disgusting feeling, alcohol, old men, but for some reason he found himself under a man with blue eyes, and as he focused he found it to be Daren.

His body jolted awake at the thought, man giving a groan and rubbing his eyes, nose smelling the sterilized room and... sweat? he laid still for a moment, listening to someone breath in and out quickly and in a rhythm. He glanced from behind his fingers, spotting a blurry Daren. "What are you doing?" he asked weakly, grabbing his glasses and putting them on. He paused, staring at the crystal clear image of the police officer in his wife-beater, sweat making it cling to him and making the muscle-tone underneath as visible as his uncovered but equally toned arms. "There's a smudge on my glasses." he murmured, fighting the heat that wanted to rise in his face. He'd be a bad boyfriend, but, but Andrew never had anything like that! He started to for a while but then he went back to work and had no time! His dream of Daren on top of him only made the heat on his face worse, rubbing his glasses with the blanket with such ferocity he looked ready to break them. Andrew was all the man he needed, Daren was too much man, much to much man.

well his workout was sure doing him some good. But Andrew was fine, Timothy actually fit pretty well against Andrew's body, he wasn't too bulky at all, and fit in his hugs, and the sex was great when he was in a good mood. Andrew had a nice body. "Hm?" he felt around for some sort of switch that could move his bed from lying down to sitting up, but found nothing "You can do what you want, you don't need to ask me to take a shower." he murmured, looking away. "I'm too weak to stand, I need a sponge bath." he said, still remembering the warm cloth on his body as Andrew bathed him. "I'll wait for the nurse, but thank you for offering." Andrew would be showering with lots of prison in men, wouldn't he? "I hope he doesn't find someone else.' he murmured, turning his head to look at the door, wishing the brunette would just walk through.

"Oh, thank you." he murmured as the remote was handed to him, feeling the warm fingers just barely brush against his own. He felt the buttons, quickly pressing each one until he found what he was looking for and soon sitting up. His body didn't like the new position, he wanted to lie down again, it hurt to be like this, but he had to get used to it, his muscles had to get used to it again. he'd probably be taking some physical therapy after this. "But how am I supposed to pay for it all?" he whispered to himself, his eyes burning once again with unshed tears. He had no job, no source of income, no home and his apartment was probably going to be taken away as well. This doctor's bill was going to cost a fortune and he had to way to pay for it except whoring himself out.

With a slow movement he covered his face with his arms, trying to stop the tears but they were silent and slow. He'd have to do it, without a job and without money he couldn't do much. He'd even let them hurt him if it brought more money. Daren's voice broke through and he looked over, quickly wiping his eyes and shaking his head. "No," he said weakly, listening to the other as he put on his glasses, hoping they'd hide the fact he was crying. But Daren moved to sit on his bed and he was unable to move away, the bindings on his legs preventing it from happening. He was a good person and a better boyfriend, huh? Impossible, he was having dreams about the officer topping him and those blue eyes never left regardless, and in his dreams Andrew told him it was his fault he was in prison. "Okay." he murmured, biting the insides of his cheeks to keep from crying again. "I wonder what's for breakfast." he didn't want to talk to the officer, but as long as he was in here he might as well try to be nice.

Timothy nodded at the food. "It shouldn't be so bad." and looked up at the black screen of the television before Daren spoke, making him frown more in sadness then anger. "I'm fine." he said quietly. "You don't need to stay." but it was an impossible request since the chief told him to stay. The hand on his shoulder only made him bite his lip. Why did he want to help him? He wasn't his boyfriend. He wasn't even a friend, just someone who ruined his life to save it. Luckily the nurse came in before the weak man could do anything and the food was presented to him, and it smelled delicious in his weak and hungry state. "Thank you." he tried to call, but she heard him and smiled before leaving. Her smile made him smile a little bit before turning to the food. She had taken his lid for him since he couldn't do it himself, but he saw the little jam packets and the toast.

He reached forward, ignoring Daren's ramblings and grabbed the tab with trembling fingers. he tried to pull it, the plastic slipping through his fingers each and every time, and his smile faded to grit teeth, tears in his eyes as he tried with frustration to open it. Please, this was his favorite flavor, please open. Open. Open. Finally he managed to peel it away but it fell onto his sheets, spilling it's pink insides and that's all it took, the man starting to cry all over again, frustrated with himself, with his food, he wanted Andrew. He wanted Andrew!

"I can't do it alone!" he wailed into his hands. "I can't do anything alone! I can't! I can't! I can't!" he needed time, but time was something he had little of. Each day he spent here the price would go higher, and higher, and higher until he'd have nothing but a debt. he gasped and hiccuped, glasses on his head as he wiped his eyes, trying to stop crying but they kept on coming. "No." he lied. he couldn't open a packet of jam, he probably would need help. "No." and Daren had to eat, his food would get cold if he helped Timothy. "No I can do it." he whimpered, lowering his glasses and looking at the food. He grabbed the utensils, realizing how heavy they were and quickly dropped them onto the plate. More tears appears as he pushed the tray away and laid down. "I'm not hungry." he whispered.