Somebody Save Me From Myself (Open)

Ted whimpered. "Hurts..." he whined. It wasn't as bad as when Cody and Randy both raped him, but it was a close second.

"I know, sweetheart, I know." John whispered. The medics brought Ted inside the hospital tot he back, John snapping and growling at anymore who tried to pull him away from Ted. No fucking way was anybody taking him from Ted, especially when he was hurting. He held Ted's hand the entire time.

Everytime the doctors and nurses did something painful or uncomfortable, he squeezed Johns hand. He had tears running down his face the whole time. He was thankful to have John there with him, have John be the protective one. Sometimes, he just couldn't be strong.

John snarled at the Doctors. "Can'r you see he's in pain?! Give him some pain killers, and let him be!" He snapped, glaring at the Doctors and nurses. Finally, they did as they were told an hooked Ted up to an IV that would relieve his pain. He leaned down, kissing away the tears. "Feel better?" He whispered.

Ted shook his head. It still hurt. Really bad. He whimpered, shifting his hips, trying to alleviate the pain. But all it did was send a shot of pain up his spine and make him cry6 out, squeezing his eyes shut and arching his back.

John felt horrible seeing Ted go through this. "I know it hurts baby, hang in there." He cooed before urging the doctors to do something. They gave him more mohine and a little anehetic to keep him still. "How about now baby?" He asked, stroking Ted's hair with his free hand.

The pain faded. It still hurt but not nearly as much. "Y-y-you shoulda-a j-just l-l-l-let him fin-fini-finish," Ted stuttered through his slowing tears.

John frowned. "Ted, are you fucking crazy? Why would I let that perv rape you?! He deserves to rot in hell, and I won't ever let him get to him again." He promised. John may be tiny compared to the rest of the guys, but he would do anything for the person he loved most.

Ted whimpered. "B- B- But he's g- gonna b-be m-m-mad," he said. He didnt want to be on the wrong side of Randys anger, and now he would be.

"Then I'll fucking kill him!" John growled before taking a deep breath. "Look, just... just don't worry about it. I'll take care of it." He said tiredly, rubbing his stomach as it was starting to hurt.

Ted just bit his lip, which had started to quiver. John could be scary. He nodded, looking down at his entwined hands in his lap.

John took a few deep breaths. "I'm sorry, I'm just... stressed, is all." He sighed. He hadn't slept lately, and he felt sick to his stomach. He reached up and kissed Ted's forehead. "You should really sleep." He said.

Ted shook his head. "No sleep," he said quietly. He didnt feel like having any nightmares right now. He didnt want to relive that nightmare.

"Alright then, no sleep, baby." John said, smiling softly and sat carefully next to Ted on his bed. "You don't mind if I lay with, do you? It's just if I so in that plastic chair, my back will be permanently damaged." He said, kissing Ted's cheek.

Ted smiled a bit. "No, I dont mind. Jus' be careful," he replied. The last thing he wanted or needed was more pain.

John smiled softly and rested his head against Ted's shoulder. He sighed, and lightly massaged his lower abdomen. It was really hurting for some reason. His skin was no longer tan, it was pale. There were bags under his eyes, and his hair wasn't at its usual luscious volume, as it was limp and the color looked pale. And he just wished his stomach ache would go away.

Ted sighed and relaxed, closing his eyes. "I love you," he whispered hoarsely, snuggling closer to John.

John smiled softly. "I love you too baby." He whispered. "When we get outta here, I say we go home for a week or two." He sighed.

Ted nodded sleepily. "Definatly," he answered. "I think Im gonna sleep now," he said before passing out.

John smiled and fell asleep as well, wanting nothing more than to go home.

Ted dreamt of sleeping in his own bed. Ironic. He dreamt of sleeping.

The next morning, John awoke. He grabbed some coffee, called Vince and manages to get them a week and a half off. He smiled and went back into Ted's room. "Teddybear, wake up!" His charming voice called, running his hand over Ted's jaw.

Ted groaned and swatted John away. "Fuck off," he mumled/growled. He was exhausted.

John rolled his eyes. "You either get up now, or we never go home. Our plane leaves in a few hours. I don't have time for this, Teddy." He said. He wasn't in the mood to fight. He didn't feel good, and he just wanted to go. He just didn't which house they were going to. John's or Ted's?

"Well, grr," Ted slurred, his eyes fluttering open as he yawn/groaned/stretched.