I Get Carried Away.

John smiled, hiccuping a little and licked his mouth clean of Mike's seed. "I know that wasn't much of a punishment..." John panted. "But think of it as an apology. You can punish as much as you want when your feeling better.

Mike sighed, smiling none the less.
"It will be okay john...."
John had hurt him though...Hurt him bad...

John looked down. "I truly am sorry for that. I'm just... very outta sorts lately, I haven't been myself and I don't know where my head was at that I could as cruel as to hurt you. And I know I won't forgive myself, so I don't expect you to either." He said sincerely. He sighed, and stood. "I'll go grab you some ice for you'r knee." He said quietly.

Mike frowned.
"Its not okay but I love you John...So we will work it out..."
He just never thought John would hurt him...

John sighed and left the room to go get Mike some ice. It wasn't ever going to be okay. He really had to figure out what was wrong with him before he did something more stupid than he already has. He knew there was something wrong, because... he wouldn't hurt Mike. He may be a little bitchy, but he'd never hurt a fly, everybody who met John knew that fact. Hurting Mike? That just wasn't him...

But he had done it. He had hurt Mike and he had hurt him bad. Physically his knee was much worse than it had been and emotionally....He was heart broken.

John quietly came back in the room. He gently set a towel full of ice on Mike's knee. He then felt his stomach churn again. He groaned, dashing to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and puked everything in his stomach into the bowel.

Mike sighed, picking up his cell and calling Jake to come back and help him with John since he couldn't really move. Jake was back over in minutes, opening the door and bending down beside the small man.

John started puking so bad it burned his throat. Tears were streaming down his face as he couldn't stop vomiting. He held his stomach, rubbing it softly as he threw up.

Jake cursed as Mike got up, hobbling over and sitting with John, holding him tightly. "Baby?...."

"J-Jake... make...him...go...back...bed..." He gasped before retching again.

Mike shook his head, pressing his lips to the back of John's neck.
"Baby there is not one way he can get me to leave you right now..."

John sniffed. "Y-You... stress... knee... injured..." He cried before throwing up. How there was still anything left in his stomach, John had no idea.

Mike nodded. "I know baby but I love you and your precious and sick and I cant leave you right now. You need me."

"I'm sorry..." He sobbed, not from the physical pain but from the guilt He felt so horrible. "I-I-I'm s-s-so s-s-s-sorry..." He cried harder before throwing up again.

Mike frowned deeply, his forehead resting against John's back. "Baby no, its fine. Dont be sorry just...feel better.'

John shook his head. "N-No... not... fine..." he sobbed after retching again. "I'm sorry..." He couldn't stop repeating it. The guilt was killing him. He couldn't imagine how Mike must feel. He just cried impossibly harder before throwing up for the umpteenth time. "M-M-M-Make it s-s-s-stop!" He sobbed.

Mike waited a moment, sure All John could so now was retch. Nothing else would come up because there was nothing left in his stomach. He pressed John to his chest and rocked him back and forth.

John kept dry heaving, but pressed close his fiance. He felt bad that Mike had to do this, when he was injured. But was... weak. And he would always feel weak... especially around Jake. But he cuddled closer to Mike anyway, sobbing as he simply couldn't stop dry heaving. "M-M-Mizzy..." He cried.

"I know Johnny baby, I am taking you to a doctor right now. Jacob, go start the car please." Jake did as he was asked.

John didn't object. "W-Why...'m I....so...w-w-weak?" He whimpered into Mike's chest. Why was it so impossible for him to be the strong one?

"I dont know baby, maybe its just not in your nature...." He sighed sadly, trying to lift John but failing and falling on his bad knee. He cried out, bit his lip, and then tried again.

John shakily crawled out of Mike's arms. "B-Baby...s-stop it... y-your gonna h-hurt yourself... please, don't h-hurt yourself because of m-me... call Jake j-just... please don't hurt yourself." John said quietly, sniffing and wiping his tears.

Mike pulled John back into his arms, ignoring him and standing. He carried John out to the car and sat him in the back seat, getting in and resting John's head in his lap. Jake was in the drivers seat, looking for the nearest hospital.

John's body was shaking as he occasionally dry heaved, mumbling 'I'm sorry' every now and again. It seemed like Mike would never forgive him. John just shook his head, and curled up in Mike's lap.