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He couldn't breathe! He couldn't breathe! He was laughing to hard he couldn't breathe! Timothy was just trembling, mouth open in silent laughter as his own tears beaded up in the corners of his eyes. "Oh, or he left because," and snorted, laughing some more, thought going with them. "Oh god, oh dear lord." he gasped, gripping the spot where he'd fractured some ribs. Oh it hurt so bad, but it was worth it. He couldn't ever recall laughing so hard. "I don't know what's out anymore." he gasped. "I'll leave the movies to you. and it has to be a week. We're not going anywhere." and let go of the man's hand to lift his glasses and wipe at his own eyes, still giving a chuckle or two. He couldn't respond to Daren, a nurse walking in looking annoyed.

"Both of you need to keep it down. We can hear you down the hall and patients are sleeping! So change the channel to something more calming." though a quick look told her cooking was as calming as it was going to get, walking out with a shake of the head.

Timothy had a hard time keeping a straight face, biting his fist to keep from laughing out loud as she left. "I'll, I'll be taken off my medication because of you." he said, still trying to hold his laughter in.

Daren got a few more laughs from Timothy with his rioting, but he died down again rather quickly, face sore from grinning and laughing. "I think I might have fractured another rib." and continued to lightly chuckle. "Maybe they'll show some commercials and we can get what looks good." And paused, realizing what he'd said. He was planning to live with Daren, but, he had no choice, and he was willing to be friends. He looked back up at the television, letting go of the man's hand before nodding. "Hit and miss seems fun. I haven't seen movies in a while either."

Timothy gave a giggle. "Chefs Gone Wild: Whipped Cream Edition starring: The Iron Chef and Paula Dean." and continued to giggle as Daren tried to remove the image from his mind. "Andrew made me wear nothing but an apron once. We ended up on the table." and blushed, realizing how personal that was and how he shouldn't have said it. "Sorry." he murmured, embarrassed but nodded. "One from each genre is good. I'm okay with horror." Andrew complained that horror nowadays wasn't really scary, so maybe he could handle it.

Timothy felt his face heat up more and more, wishing he could curl up and hide blush which had spread to his ears. "Thank you." he murmured. He was complimented, he hadn't been complimented in a long time, even if it was a suggestive compliment. Andrew's compliments were just how much of a good boy he was, and this compliment made his chest expand with happiness, and embarrassment. Did that mean Daren would put him over a table to? His dream suddenly popped in his head and he was sure he'd passed out for a moment in shock before blinking. "Zombies?" he questioned. "They make zombie movies now?" He hadn't seen movies in a very, very long time. "I've only seen all the old zombie films." he murmured, looking back down, blush still fading from his face. he was excited to see the movies though. "When... when will I be released from the hospital?" he asked.

"Wow," he murmured, thinking. "Everything? then I have a lot of movies to watch. I must have missed out on some great movies." he could feel the giddiness in his now tired body, soon resting against the back of the bed instead of sitting up like he'd been doing. "That's good. I hope I recover well." and turned his head to Daren in time for the hair to be moved from his face, looking down. "It's not so bad, it hurt much worse two weeks ago. Compared to then I feel 100% right now." and reached for Daren's hand, holding it again. "It's comforting is all. Like a stuffed animal." he murmured, and really that's all it was. Holding the man's hand was comforting. Not romantic, not a friendly interest, but comforting. "I'm getting tired again, all that laughing wore me out." and chuckled again before looking up at the television where Paula Dean was cooking. "Ah, your favorite woman is on."

"Really all that butter can't be healthy. I might have a heart attack by just looking at it." he said, voice quieting with the sleepier he got. He yawned, nodding and then shaking his hand, nodding again and then another shake. "Whatever you want, just don't let go." his head was leaning to the side, another yawn being given as he slouched somewhat, pulling the blankets over hs shoulder in his sitting position. The remote for the bed was by the hand he was holding Daren's hand with. "You're tanned with blue eyes." he mumbled, looking at him from above his glasses. "Doesn't make any sense you know. That's why the nurses love you." and reached over with his other hand to lower his bed, waiting the minute or two as it went back to a vertical position, bringing the tanned fingers to his face and resting his cheek against them. Yes his glasses were still on, but he was tired, and he could only sleep on his back anyway.

The same dream again, Andrew yelling at him from his prison cell, or the other side of the glass as they spoke from the phone, he wasn't sure but he was definitely in prison. He was a bad boy, he was the reason Andrew was in jail, starving, hungry. He had to work to pay his bail, but there was nothing Timothy could do, he was weak in the hospital. But the doctors rejected the money being used to pay and kicked him out. He looked to sickly to apply for a job, his best suit in rags, and he hurt everywhere. He had to whore himself again, kissing the dirty old men, letting them tie him up, but then there was that one customer over him with tanned skin and the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, murmuring something that he couldn't hear.

He opened his eyes, hating himself for dreaming it was Daren again. Why couldn't Andrew save him in his dreams? He was working to get out of prison, and Andrew was nice, really. He could get out on good behavior if he wanted. How long had he been asleep? The man glanced over, the tv still on. Was it lunch time or before that? Had he slept through lunch? Timothy wished there was a clock in this room.

"Really?" good, because it hadn't felt that long either. "Oh, thank you." and finally let go of Daren's hand to put the spectacles on, rubbing his eyes underneath them. At the mention of bad dreams he nodded. "Just a small one, nothing too scary." A lie, he didn't want to whore himself, but what if the hospital really did reject the money the police said would pay for his bills? It frightened him to think that even in the end he may have no money. "I wonder if they have a movie channel to pass the time." he said suddenly. After all, if he was going to be here a week with no television (and even though he didn't mind wasting away in front of it) television was not good for the brain. It turned it into mush.