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in a rush, his hand shaking badly as he reached.
"I'm badly bruised, I suppose. And stitched." Gen grinned a little, lopsided as all get out. "They
want to keep me a few days."
"I'm sorry." He didn't know what he'd done, but he'd been driving and...
Oh, God.
"Did I total your car?"
"Oh. You know, I have no idea, caro." As if unsure if he was real, Gen reached out with the arm
not hooked to a contraption, touching.
"I'm sorry." Dale tried to move toward the touch, his leg just screaming. Jesus, what had he
done?
"No. No, caro. You did nothing wrong. He came out of nowhere." Gen sort of creaked, slipping
down next to him so one hip rested on the bed. "I'm trying to get us a more private room.
Together."
"Can you do..." Oh, God. He was in a hospital. He didn't have even a bit of insurance. "They
won't do that for me, darlin ."
Gen's eyes crinkled at the corners. "They will for me."
"Am. Do you know what happened?" He wasn't going to ask if he was hurt bad, but he wanted to
know.
"They said you broke your leg, tesoro. They had to do surgery, but they said you would be fine."
Gen stroked his cheek, staring at him like he was the second coming.
"Yeah?" Relief crashed over him in a wave. Oh, God. He could've. Damn.
"Si. You'll be fine, caro. Just rest." Gen was looking kinda green around the gills, too, like he
might fall over.
"Come on, darlin . Lay down here, you're gonna keel over." He did his best to scoot over, the
little bit of motion leaving him sweating with the effort.
"Don't hurt yourself." But Gen eased all the way down, nuzzling in as best he could through all
of their tubes and shit. "Oh. Better. Even with the drugs I haven't slept well."
"How... how long has it been?" He petted Gen's belly, careful as he could.
"Two days. Two agonizing days, caro. They wouldn't let me out of bed." One shaky hand traced
his arm.
"Sh. You're okay. I got you." What good that was, Dale didn't know, but his daddy always said if
you were lost, fake it 'til you figured it out.
"Si. Si. I was so worried..." Poor Gen sounded as wonky as he felt.
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"Yeah. Sleep a little, huh? I. We'll figure it." They would.
Really.
Later.
***
Gen sighed, running his hand through his hair. Poor Dale was still hurting, and the doctors
wanted to release him in the morning. Gen had been released the day before, but he had gotten
Dale a private room so he could stay in with his lover.
"Are you certain he is able to go?" Gen asked, worried about the poor leg.
"He'll need to see a doctor to deal with the stitches and he'll need at least eight weeks of physical
therapy, but beyond that, he just needs rest." The little orthopedic surgeon patted his arm, bald
head nodding.
Gen sighed again. Time to make some calls. "Very well. You will recommend a place for the
therapy?"
"He doesn't have insurance, so he can choose. I'd recommend Pete Ellerson or Kim Walker. Both
of them are solid. Dedicated."
"Will you have someone write that down for me?" He wanted to get back in there and see Dale.
"Of course, sir. There will be a packet for you during checkout. He said you'll be helping to care
for him for the next while, yes?"
"Si. I will help. No problem. Thank you." He shook the little man's hand and went into Dale's
room, a smile breaking out despite Dale's pained appearance. "Ciao, caro."
"Hey, darlin ." Dale sat up, shifting in the bed. "Is it time to go home yet?"
"Tomorrow morning they will release you." Gen sat gingerly, patting Dale's arm. They both
moved like old men, still, but he knew they were on the mend.
"What's the difference between tonight or tomorrow? Did someone from the club bring my truck
so I can drive home?" The longer they stayed here, the more the hard edges of worry showed in
Dale's face.
"Caro, I have a car. And a driver. We'll get home and then get your truck." As if he would let
Dale drive with that leg.
"I just. I've fucked up your car. I got you hurt." Dale met his eyes, squeezed his fingers.
"Oh, love. You haven't done anything wrong." He laced his fingers with Dale's, smiling and
bending to kiss that sweet mouth.
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