Life As He Knew It (Open)

John sighed, glancing out the window at rain. He had to piss... but he hated bathrooms at hospitals. Sick people use them, and that was disgusting. "I wish I could just drag you home now... hospitals suck ass." He pouted.

"Im sorry, baby. Why dont you go see when I can leave, yeah?" Randy said, smiling softly at him.

John nodded and got up, finding the Doctor and asking him when Randy could leave. He returned back tot he room. "In the morning." He said, laying down next to Randy. "Now sleep. The quicker you sleep, the quicker the time goes by, and the quicker we go home." He said.

Randy chuckled and settled into the bed, closing his eyes and relaxing his body.

John smiled softly and fell asleep as well. He awoke next morning to the annoyingly loud sound of rain pelting against the window. He groaned. "Fucking rain..." He grumbled, feeling around the bed, looking for his glasses.

Randy was still fast asleep, far into a deep sleep.

John squinted, and growling when he heard his glasses drop on the floor. He sighed, getting on his hands and knees, feeling the floor for his glasses, cursing his sucky vision.

Randy shifted slightly, but otherwise stayed asleep.

John huffed. "Randy..." He said, trying to wake his lover up. "Randy.... Randy... Randy!" He snapped louder.

Randy groaned. "The monkies and zombies are gonna join forces and take over the world, John. I dont have time for sex right now," he mumbled, still asleep.

John rolled his eyes. "Dammit, Randy wake up! I can't see!" He groaned. Everything close up was extremely blurry and he was afraid he would hurt himself in he couldn't find his glasses.

Randy groaned and sat up, his eyes open though he was still asleep. "What?"

"Were are my glasses? I can't see!" John whined, struggling to see Randy because he was still somewhat close.

Randy got up, grabbed his glasses, handed them to him and then laid down, closing his eyes and sleeping contentedly.

John rolled his eyes, putting on his glasses before sitting next to Randy, waiting for him to wake up do they could go home.

Randy slept for a few more hours before his eyes fluttered open, yawning loudly.

John smiled softly. "Hey baby. Let's go home, we have to pack." He said, stroking Randy's cheek.

Randy groaned. "How am I gonna walk?" he asked. He could put some pressure on his leg, but not all his weight.

"Well... there's a wheel chair. But I already know the answer so why don't you just lean your weight on me, yeah?" John asked, holing out his arm for Randy.

"Get the damn wheelchair," Randy muttered. He was gonna suck up his pride for once.

John let out a breath of relief and brought over the wheel chair, helping Randy in it. They picked up Randy's meds at the Pharmacy and went out to the car. Within a half hour, they finally back home, John helping Randy into bed. "I'll go pack, you just rest." He said, skipping as he went to get their suitcases.

Randy just nodded. "I cant carry anything!" he yelled, hoping John didnt over-pack.

"I know, baby!" John called back before starting to pack his own bag. John, being a math whiz, calculated the amount of cloths they would need, along with the amount of bags and tried to figure out how he would pack. Eventually, John manages his and Randy's stuff in 6 bags. Three for Randy, three for John. When he finished, he plopped down on the bed next to Randy, pursing his lips as he looked at him. "I'm gonna make you something." He said, thinking.

Randy was half asleep. "Mhm," he manages to get out before passing out, snoring softly.

John chuckled, just as tired. Screw it, he was too tired to cook. He laid down next to Randy, carefully cuddling up to him and falling asleep.