Life As He Knew It (Open)

Randy smiled as his meds started to kick in. "Yeah. Sleep," he slurred, falling asleep.

John chuckled and fell asleep as well. The next morning, John was exhausted and didn't wanna wake up. He nuzzled Randy's shoulder, ignoring his alarm.

Randy didnt wake, just pulled John closer. He had taken two pill, though he was only supposed to take one. He wasnt sure when he would wake up.

Finally, the alarm was getting on his nerves and John tried to reach over Randy and shut his phone off. But he didn't have his glasses on and he couldn't see a thing, and he ended knocking over a lamp and Randy's cell phone, both objects smashing to pieces all over the floor. "Oops." John said, biting his lip

Randy grumbled a bit "I gotta save Gary," he mumbled, still fast asleep.

John just looked at Randy, or tried to since everything was just one big blur. "Baby, wake up and help me. I can't see." He whined, shaking Randy awake. Without his glasses, everything too close was extremely blurry, and it was like being blind, which wasn't a good feeling. "Randy, wake up or I'll slap you awake!" He hissed.

Randy growled slightly, but still didnt wake. The meds were too strong.

John sighed and leaned down, passionately kissing Randy. He knew that would wake him up. "Wake up, Viper." He whispered, biting down on his neck.

Randy moaned as he slowly woke up. "Mm, so early?" he practically purrs.

John chuckled. "Maybe when I get back. Can you get my glasses, oh and by the way, you phone is no more." He said, glancing at the smashed phone and lamp on the floor.

Randy didnt really realize what he said. He stopped listening after glasses. He grabbed them and handed them to John. "Goodnight," he muttered, falling back asleep.

John chuckled, slipping on his glasses before getting up and getting ready. He groaned, his ass hurt. He took a pill for the pain before cleaning up and getting ready. He dresses in usual Morrison attire. Designer jeans and a John Morrison shirt. He put on his sunglasses that were also eyeglasses. When he finished, he sat beside Randy. "I'm leaving baby, you hear?" He said, kissing Randy's temple.

"Dont forget the peanut butter and pickles on your way home," Randy muttered, kissing his cheek.

John chuckled. "Sure thing, baby." He said, still chuckling as he grabbed his phone and keycard. He left the hotel, and to his rental. He reached the hospital, a couple security guards escorting him in like always. John like meeting his fans. And the one's in the hospitals pulled at his heart strings. Though he wasn't ready, it made him think about having kids someday...

Randy slept and slept and slept. While he slept, he dreamt of his life with John. Their life past, present and future. He had a small smile on his face.

John met as many sick kids as he could. Each one pulling each of his heart strings with their story. Aids... Cancer... It made John's heart warm to see the looks on their faces when he walked in the room. Especially how the teenage girls swooned after him. He signed autographs, took photos, chatted with them. But the one's that really made him weak were the little girls. He always thought about having a little girl...

Randy sighed contentedly as he slept. "Johnny," he murmured happily, his heart warm as John ran through his head.

John returned to the hotel hours later, smiling softly when he saw Randy still asleep. He sat down next to him, leaning down and kissing his temple. "Hey baby." He whispered.

Randy cuddles into him, partially awake. "Hey," he slurred.

John chuckled, wrapping his arms around Randy, pulling him to his chest. "Did you really sleep all day?" He asked, wondering if Randy was in some weird version of a coma.

"What time is it?" Randy asked, burying his face in Johns chest.

John glanced at the clock. "4:30. Try not to take too many pills next time, yeah?" He asked, chuckling slightly as he ran his hand up and down Randy's side.

"I didnt sleep all day. Theres still..." Randy paused, trying to do the math. "I dont know how many more hours til the day ends. And I only took 2."

"8 hours baby, until the day is over. And that's one more that you were supposed to take and look what happened? I thought you went comatose or something." He chuckled. "So... " John started. "How's your libido?" He asked.

"My what?" Randy said, still too tired to understand John when he used words like that.