Life As He Knew It (Open)

John chuckled. "Wonder what the locker room will say about us. They probably never though they'd see us together." John said, smiling as he squeezed Randy's hand.

"Probly. Ted, Cody and John will be happy for me. They kept telling me I needed to get laid," Randy chuckled.

John chuckled. "Well, the Doctor said I was free to go. We have have to get going, we should have been in New York City yesterday." John said, carefully sitting up.

Randy rolled his eyes. "Take your time, babe. I told Vince we would be there later today or early tomorrow. Dont rush," he said.

John chuckled. "I'm impatient. Plus, I don't like hospitals, can we please go?" He begged. He really hated hospital, it was more of a fear than anything.

"Of course we can. Just dont rush. If anything happens to you, I dont know what Id do," Randy replied.

John smiled softly. "The feeling is mutual, believe me. Now get me outta here." He said, squeezing Randy's hand again.

Randy rolled his eyes, picking John up and bringing him out to the car, driving back to Johns condo.

When they got back to his place, John hobbled over to the couch, Carlisle coming over and resting his head in his lap. John wrapped his arms around his abdomen again, resting against the cushions of the couch and closing his eyes.

Randy smiled, going into the bedroom and gathering their stuff.

John rested his head on top of his dog's sighing as he wrapped his arms around the large animal. He glanced up when Randy brought out their bags. "Randy... I had nine bags, were are the other 4?" John growled tiredly.

Randy frowned. "I saw no reason for you to have nine," Randy said though he himself had, like, ten.

"Hi, have you met me? Yes, I need nine bags! Originally, I was going to bring 12 but I couldn't carry all of them. So Randy... please... get. Me. My. Bags." John growled, Carlisle growling as well.

Randy rolled his eyes. "Your problem is, you dont know how to pack. I have 5 bags and all your clothing is in them," he said.

John scoffed. "It's probably full of my underwear." He grumbled, resting his head on his dog's head. "My closet is the size of Harvard University, I need nine bags." He mumbled, the pain making him irritable.

"Babe, its all in here. 4 bags of clothes, one of all your hair products. Trust me," Randy replied.

John sighed, trusting that Randy wouldn't forget any of his precious cloths. "Okay." He sighed, kissing his dog on the head before carefully standing, wrapping the sweatshirt he was wearing, which was Randy's, tighter around him and walked over to Randy. "Let's go."

Randy smiled. "If you could get the door," he said, holding up the bags to show he hand no free hands.

John smiled, opening the door, gesturing the way out. "After you, my king." He said, chuckling lightly.

"Yeah, 'cause the king carries shit," Randy mumbled, carrying 13 bags.

John chuckled. "Yeah, I know I'm a Princess, now move it my night in shining armor." He giggled as they made their way put of the building.

Randy rolled his eyes as he walked outside to the car. He put the bags in the back and climbed into the drivers seat.

John sat sat in the passenger seat, crossing his legs and wrapping his arms around his upper abdomen again, sinking down in the seat. "Did you know I have a fear of flying?" John said randomly as they drove.

"Yes, John, I did. Ive flown with you before," Randy replied, smiling at the memories.

John nodded, gently taking one of Randy's hands into his lap, running his fingers up and down his forearms, tracing the many tattoos on the muscled limbs. "I kinda want a tattoo..." He said absent mindedly.