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[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jaxton nodded, holding the boy close to him. He was still uneasy about it. It seemed too good to be true as far as he was concerned. How could someone be immune to AIDs? He figured he'd just keep using protection despite what they said. It made about as much sense as a tornado leaving one house when it ruined everything else around it. "And we can leave whenever. They have my papers ready." He said, gently running his fingers up his side. He kissed him softly again before he laid back.

[zephyr preston martinez]

"Okay.." He sighed, kissing his jaw and burying his face in Jaxton's neck with a soft murmur, a hand brushing slowly over his chest. But honestly he wanted to stay right here, terrified that if they got on with their lives again, they wouldn't see each other as much. Or that Jaxton would change his mind about this whole relationship thing.
'Good, let him. He deserves better.'
Zephyr bit his lip, but only smiled into Jax's neck.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jaxton didn't want to leave as much as the boy didn't. Everything seemed okay in their little hospital room; nothing could hurt them, they couldn't go without each other. Everything was fine. But when they left, everything was put back to chance. Zephyr could decide he didn't want to be with him anymore, he could never come back. They could never see each other again. All the anxiety washing over him, along with the voices now starting to speak up were making him feel sick.

He climbed carefully out of bed, and shook Nevada to wake him up before he bent down and grabbed his bag by the door, slowly walking to the nurse's desk.

[zephyr preston martinez]

Sephyr stood slowly and followed him out, chewing on his lip helplessly. He waited until they were all free to go, and headed out the door. "Can I stay with you tonight, Jax?" He mumbled, glancing at him. He didn't want to go home...didn't want to risk things returning to how they had been before.