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Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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Hours passed and Booker remained by Tom’s side, holding his hand and gently stroking his dirty hair. Staring down into Tom’s ravaged face, Booker tried hard not to think about what his friend would have endured whilst living on the streets. He did not want to think about how many men had pounded their cocks deep into Tom’s young, taut body. Nor did he want to think about what permanent effects the drug use might have had on Hanson’s health. Although he did not want to reflect on the details, he knew in his heart that whatever the outcome, he would help Tom through it. This time, his promise would not be broken.
Doctor Camden came back during the afternoon to speak to them both, but he was unwilling to wake Tom, so he scheduled a meeting for later in the day. Booker was relieved, as he was not looking forward to the conversation. He knew that the doctor would recommend that Tom went into a drug rehabilitation facility and he knew what Tom’s reaction would be. Having spent two years living under the oppression of the soldiers and a further six months in a psychiatric center, it was little wonder that Tom would become upset at the thought of more time spent under the control of others. Dennis knew that Hanson would refuse to go to rehab, which left only one option; he would offer to be the one to help Tom through his sickness. He doubted Camden would agree to the idea but he would push his case as rationally as he knew how. For Tom’s sake, he had no choice but to try.
A soft moan brought Dennis back to the present and looking down, he saw Tom’s one good eye flutter open. Booker started to smile but his face froze when he realized something was wrong. Rolling onto his side, Tom let out a loud gasp as he wrapped his arms around his stomach and pulled his legs up to his chest. “Oh God!” he groaned, his bruised face screwing up with pain. “Oh God help me!”
Before Dennis could react, Tom began to vomit. The foul, runny liquid stained the sheets and slowly dripped onto Booker’s lap. Unable to sit up because of the agonizing pain, Tom started to choke as he became increasingly distressed. Dennis’ chair crashed to the floor as he jumped to his feet and pulled Hanson into a sitting position. Tom sat forward with his knees bent and he continued to vomit violently onto the bed. Booker searched frantically for the Nurse Call Button, eventually finding it tucked down the side of the mattress. Pressing the alarm, he turned his attention back to Tom. Sitting on the bed, he gently rubbed Tom’s back as he continued to heave. Eventually, there was nothing left in Tom’s stomach to throw up and he sat hunched over, groaning softly, his arms wrapped around his cramping abdomen.
A male nurse arrived and called for assistance. Together, the two men unplugged Tom from the various pieces of medical equipment and helped him from the bed. They dressed him in a clean gown and sat him down in a reclining chair next to the window. As the nurses began the laborious task of stripping and remaking the bed, a cleaner came in and mopped the stinking mess from the floor. Dennis squatted down next to Tom and placed an arm around his trembling shoulders. “It’s okay Tommy, you’ve got withdrawal sickness. It’s not your fault.”
Hanson’s gaze traveled down to Booker’s stained clothing. “I’m s-sorry D-Dennis,” he sobbed with embarrassment. “I’m r-really s-sorry.”
Dennis caressed Tom’s head. “I don’t want you to apologize Tom, not anymore. I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I’ve let you down so much. I should have been a better friend and I’m sorry.”
Wiping his runny nose with his arm, Tom gazed deep into Dennis’ eyes. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead,” he whispered, his lower lip quivering with emotion. “You saved my life and I never thanked you.” Covering his damaged face in his hands, he began to sob uncontrollably. “Why didn’t I thank you?” he cried.
Dennis held him close, his own tears soaking into Tom’s straggly hair. Remembering Doctor Camden’s words to remain calm, he quickly pulled himself together. Wiping away his tears, he gently moved Tom’s hands from his face and tilting up his chin, he gave his friend a smile. “C’mon, no more crying. Let’s get you back to bed.”
With Dennis’ help, Tom stood up on shaky legs. Booker kept his arm around Tom’s waist as he walked him to the clean bed and helped him to lie down. Looking down at his vomit stained clothing, he gently brushed the hair from Tom’s face. “I’m going home to change. You get some rest and I’ll be back before you know it.”
Tom stared back with a worried expression. “Promise?”
A lump formed in Booker’s throat. He did not blame Tom for not believing him. Taking hold of Hanson’s hand, he squeezed it tightly. “Trust me Tommy, I’ll never lie to you again.”
Satisfied with Dennis’ answer, Tom lay back against the pillow and closed his eyes. Standing up, Dennis turned to go but he slowly spun back around and moving forward, he bent over and placed his lips against Tom’s forehead. A smile twitched on Tom’s lips and Booker’s heart began to beat harder. Straightening back up, he gazed down at Tom’s peaceful expression before turning and walking away.
**
Freshly showered and wearing clean clothes, Booker arrived back at the hospital in record time. When he entered the room, he saw that Tom was again reconnected to the various machines monitoring his wellbeing. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Hanson turned his head and he managed a weak smile. “You smell better,” he joked but he suddenly looked uncomfortable as he ran a shaky hand through his sweaty hair. “But I guess I don’t. I must look pretty disgusting.”

Dennis was about to shake his head but he paused for a moment. He had made a promise never to lie to Tom again and if he was to be perfectly honest, Hanson looked ghastly. Deciding to take a subtle approach so as not to upset Tom any further, he grinned. “Maybe a shower wouldn’t go astray. Let me see if I can organize something.”
The nurses were too busy to assist Tom but after a consultation with Doctor Camden, it was decided that as long as Hanson agreed, Dennis could help him. Armed with toiletries and a towel, Dennis reentered Tom’s room. Pulling back the curtain, he laid the various items on the table. Perching on the edge of the bed, he picked up Tom’s hand. “There’s no-one free but if you’re okay with it, they said I could help you shower.”
He waited silently to see what Tom’s reaction would be and he was somewhat surprised by his answer. “You’ve seen it all before… and more. I guess I’ve got nothing else to be embarrassed about.”
Dennis gazed deep into Tom’s blackened eyes. “Whatever you’ve done and whatever I’ve seen… it doesn’t change the way I feel about you Tommy.”
Tom chewed at his damaged lip. “How do you feel about me?” he asked quietly.
Choosing his words carefully, Dennis gave a tender smile. “I care about you Tom… I care about you a lot.” He was shocked to see tears trickle from Hanson’s eyes. Leaning over, he pulled his friend into his arms. “Oh Tommy, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”
“H-how can you c-care about m-me?” Tom sobbed against Booker’s chest. “I’m n-nothing but a d-drug addicted whore!”
Gently pushing Hanson away, Dennis placed his hands on the sobbing man’s shoulders. “No you’re not!” he said firmly. “You’re Tom Hanson and I don’t want you to ever forget that.”
Bowing his head so he did not have to meet Booker gaze, Tom spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. “I let them do things to me Dennis… terrible things. Who’s going to love me now? I’m repulsive, I’m…” His voice trailed off and he sniffed loudly as he wiped away his tears.
Placing a hand against Tom’s cheek, Booker’s eyes softened. “You’ll get well and then someday, you’ll meet someone and all of this will be a distant memory.”
Tom lifted his head and peered out from behind his long bangs. “Maybe I’ve already met him.”
Dennis breath caught in his throat and he gave Tom a bewildered look. As he started to speak, a nurse came in and began to disconnect Hanson from everything except his IV, which was attached to a portable frame. Smiling, she introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Chloe and I’ll be your nurse this evening. They tell me you’d like to take a shower.”
“Yeah,” Tom replied, refusing to meet Booker’s expectant gaze.
“Okay then,” Emily chirped brightly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
As the young woman helped Tom into the adjoining bathroom, Dennis let out a frustrated sigh. For the briefest of moments he had thought that Tom was about to admit that he had feelings for him too. As the bathroom door closed, he stood up and walked out of the room in search of some coffee. He knew he needed to be careful. He had made so many mistakes before, with disastrous consequences and he needed to push his feelings for Tom to one side and concentrate on helping him to get better. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out several coins and inserted them into the hot drink machine. After filling his cup with coffee, he sat in the waiting room and sipped at the steaming brew. The day had been a roller coaster ride of emotion and he felt both physically and mentally exhausted. Closing his eyes, he pictured Tom’s beautiful face smiling happily and his fatigue magically disappeared. He did not care how difficult it was or how long it took, he was determined to see that smile again.
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Returning to the room thirty minutes later, he found Tom’s bed still empty. Sitting down, he flicked on the small overhead television and sat back to watch the evening news. His stomach growled and he realized he had not eaten anything all day. Remembering that there was a canteen on the ground floor, he left the room and wandered down to the lobby where he purchased a sandwich and a can of Coke. He sat down at a table and watched the various people entering and leaving the hospital whilst he slowly chewed his food. On any given day, thousands of people visited sick friends and relatives in hospitals around the United States. Dennis wondered how many of them had suffered as much as Tom. The last three years of Hanson’s life had been a living nightmare and he doubted many people could have survived what he had been through. It just proved what Dennis knew all along. Tom was a remarkably strong and resilient human being. Yes, he had slipped into a black hole of drugs and prostitution but Booker had complete faith that Hanson would emerge the other side a better man.
Arriving back at the room he found Tom back in his bed watching TV. As he was about to speak, the dinner lady arrived and placed a tray on the table. Booker lifted the lid off the plate. “Hungry?” he asked.
Tom shook his head. “I feel sick,” he muttered through his swollen lips. “Take it away.”
Dennis picked up the tray and walked out to the nurses’ station. After explaining that the smell of the food was making Tom feel nauseous, Nurse Chloe took the offending tray away. When Booker returned, he found Doctor Camden examining Tom. Taking his place on the plastic seat, he watched as the doctor listened to Hanson’s chest and checked the chart at the end of the bed. When he had finished, Camden pulled up a chair and smiled. “I’d like to speak to you both about treatment programs. I think it’s important that Tom is moved to a treatment facility as soon as he is stable”
Tom struggled to a sitting position and all the color drained from his face as his body started to tremble. “No,” he whispered. “I don’t want to.” Turning his gaze to Dennis, he grasped hold of his arm and gave him a beseeching look. “Please don’t make me go Dennis. Please… I can’t… not again… oh God… I can’t… I can’t… I ca…” Leaning forward, he began to hyperventilate. Gasping for air, his eyes filled with panic and his fingers grasped at the bed sheet.
Standing up, the doctor placed a comforting hand on Tom’s back. “Breathe Tom. In through the nose and out through the mouth, nice and slow,” he instructed calmly.
When the rhythm of his breathing finally returned to normal, Tom lay back down and closed his eyes. Dennis reached out and stroked his hair. “It’s okay baby,” he soothed softly. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Doctor Camden looked surprised at Booker’s statement. “Mr. Booker, it is in Tom’s best interest that he receives professional treatment. Drug addiction is a—“
“It’s not about the treatment,” Dennis interrupted quietly, his fingers gently playing with Tom’s hair. “It’s about the care. I can give Tom what he needs.”
Camden stood watching the display of affection. After several minutes, he let out an audible sigh. “It’s against my better judgment but if you promise to follow my instructions, I’ll release Tom into your charge.”
Opening his undamaged eye, Hanson attempted to climb out of bed. “Take me home,” he muttered, perspiration glistening on his battered face. “Please Dennis, take me home.”
Doctor Camden placed a restraining hand on Tom’s arm. “Sorry Tom,” he said in a firm voice as he gently helped Hanson back onto the bed. “But you’re going to need to stay in hospital for a while yet.”
Tilting Tom’s face towards him, Dennis gave his friend an encouraging smile. “Do what the doctor says,” he said in a quiet voice. “And when he says it’s okay, I’ll take you home.”
Relaxing against the pillow, Tom gave Dennis a weak smile. “Promise?”
Dennis cupped Tom’s face in the palm of his hand. “I promise,” he murmured. “No more lies, remember?”
“Thank you,” Tom whispered before closing his eyes and shutting out the world. He believed Dennis and he knew he was lucky to have such a devoted friend. But he was terrified of what lay ahead and he wondered if he would ever feel normal again.
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