Hoping, even if he felt messed up beyond belief, his bravado had been wiped out by what he had lived, and that doctor’s pitiful look.
“I’ll be there for you, of course… if you still want me after…”
Spencer just sealed those parched lips. A soft kiss, not wanting to tire him. “I want you…” Smiling, he reached for a cup near the bed and helped Duncan take a few sips. It warmed his chest, that caring, that he could make him feel better. His eyes roaming around.
“No cops?”
“What for…”
“To guard you.”
“Oh…” Duncan grinned, feeble. “I’m not that important.”
Spencer’s dark eyes never left him. “You took that bullet instead of me… I know.”
“As it should be. I told you. I would die for you.” He had meant it too, and not just because he was paid to do it. He knew, that he had taken that bullet because he would have never let anything happen to Spencer. Not ever.
Spencer’s voice, soft. “That is fucking madness.” Chuckling, but he stroked his hand down Duncan’s cheek. “And I would die for you.”
Duncan smiled, weak. “You little stick…”
Spencer bumped the left side of his chest softly. “That little stick will soon show you what he can do…” Winking.
They turned to a commotion on the corridor, a nurse, trailed by the two cops who were supposed to guard Spencer. Glancing in, she came in when they recognized him.
“What are you doing here? You’re not allowed to be here!”
Spencer smirked but stood, giving one last look at Duncan. “I’ll be back soon…”
“Alright…” He let his hand go, reluctantly, his heart hammering.
Spencer faced that pissed off nurse. “No harm done? I had to see my partner.”
“Partner?”
Her confused eyes went to Duncan but Spencer just gave her a wink, and joined the cops, letting them escort him back to his room.
Duncan watched them leave, smiling at how Spencer had that not giving a shit attitude he was always trailing with him. His touch still on his skin, Duncan clenched his fist softly to keep the feeling there, Spencer’s scent on his face, his taste on his lips. Closing his eyes, he drifted off, at ease. Knowing that Spencer was fine. Hoping that he would be, that he could maybe heal. Knowing that no matter what he would be with him. All the way. Whatever way that would be.
Chapter 19
Spencer came back to see him a few days after that visit, or so he thought, the days and nights blended into that soft agony, the meds making him drowsy. His headboard had been raised during the day, moved to a ward where he got some sunlight through a window. A private room too, Sinclair had made sure they took care of him, no doubt paying a generous amount to the hospital, too. He had come, but that meeting was lost a bit to the murky memories of that drug induced haze. He just knew Sinclair had his back, no matter what. That right arm strapped to his chest, his hand white, the fingers numb. Swallowing, his eyes on that sliver of sky because what if he could never move it, or his arm… There was just so much he could do with a lame right arm…
Looking at the door when it opened, his heart flooding with warmth when he saw his familiar dark eyes, his small smile, walking on heeled boots, a leopard print leotard tight on his form, a black silk blouse with golden dragonflies, and his hair,half of it missing. A faint make up as he sat down on the bed, and crossed his legs, taking Duncan’s hand in his.
“It’s goodbye, Righteous.”
Duncan’s heart sank, that ice on it.
A soft kiss, still, on those panicked lips. Whisper soft. “For now.” Squinting into those worried grey eyes. “I’m going to rehab and not coming out until I’m clean and have vanquished my poisons.”
Duncan stayed silent, that kiss burning his lips, his words his heart, because he had no idea how Spencer would be once clean… no idea without the booze and weed racing his veins.He’s Spencer, dummy…Moved, he squeezed his hands back feebly.
“Alright…”
“And you?” Worried, seeing that right hand like wax on that white sheet.
Duncan swallowed. “I’ll manage… I need to be out of the straps to see what can be done…”
