And the only way there's two similar looking frames of two guys is if Sawyer and Jason are both standing there.. "What were you two doing up there?" Sawyer asks, his hurt face makes my stomach turn. "Depends.." I croak out. "Are you gonna snark?" I'm still upset with him. "Are you going to let me help you like you want to help me?" I groan. "Damn no good deed goes unpunished, huh." I chuckle and wince. "Not this one."
I groan, "Jason, please tell me you have a cigarette…" I say, wincing in pain. Sawyers breathing picks up, i'm not the only one who notices. "Y-You smoke?" I wrinkle my nose, "Ya, have since I left for the tournament." I chuckle, and then groan. "Oh, come on Jason… please tell me you have a cigarette." I say trying to sit up. "Sorry man, those were my last ones." I groan. "That's fine, I'll just have to wait, and ask the twins." I say, now in a full sitting position. "I-I-I have to go, my class is starting." Sawyer runs out of the hospital room. before I could say anything else. I turn to Jason. "Please tell me...you were lying because of Sawyer." I say, leaning my head back to stare at the ceiling, Jason is not one to get angry but he looked mad. "Of course I did, he wasn't wearing a hoodie and you didn't even notice the burns or the scars?" I chuckle. "I already knew about those…" I grimace. "I saw some get made." I say, without looking away from the ceiling. "And yet you were perfectly fine with what you asked of me." I grimace. "He shouldn't be near me, not with all I caused, even when I Didn't know it, or mean too." I say, jaw clenching. "You didn't cause this! What you did do, is turn away from him when he was trying to help you, he told me that he is miserable with mark, he was so fucking happy when you were going to help him, he wants to leave Mark but he is so fucking scared." I look at him, and he looks serious. "Shit!" I say. "God I need a cigarette, but now I feel bad. Again." Jason throws his hands in the air. "You don't get a cigarette, you need some self control." I glare at him. "What if I'm tired of being the go to person. The one with self control, who'll point you in the right direction. I've been that before, and let me tell ya. It's. Not. Fun. All I want is to not pretend to think the worlds all fucking rainbows and sunshine. But then I hurt someone." I look at the ceiling again. "And what happened with Mark, it is my fault. First I was to wimp to ask out Sawyer...then I Didn't say anything when I saw him getting burnt, or when I hid in the shadows to scared to stop the hits I heard Sawyer get...When I Didn't stay away from him...when I poked my nose in Mark's business...when Sawyer tried to take care of my shoulder injury... Sawyer got the punishments. Sawyer got the ficking beatings, and I kept making those mistakes."
Jason sighs and sits on the bed. "Sawyer said another thing, that he likes you, and that he knows how hard it is to be the one that people go to. How lonley it feels. For everyone to push their problems on you and when you finally need someone, there is suddenly no one who gives a damn." I groan. "If only I could tell you to stop with the Zen life lessons. But unfortunately you make a valid point…now am I allowed out of this bed? and do any staff members know what we were doing?" I ask, actually wanting to know. Though the subject change was also appreciated. "No they don't, no you can't leave. He also wants you to know that, when you're ready… he wants to be the person who's there for you." I glance at him. And decide to try and lighten the mood. I smile my sarcasm smile. "I'm sorry. All I heard was leave." Jason just shakes his head, "you can't change the subject, when the subject is about someone you love." I chuckle. "Who said love cause as I remember our first Sawyer conversation was about, you teasing me about fucking, boners, and you saying I had a nose bleed." I try to tease. Though It's actually true. "I see it when you talk about him, you love him, even if you don't know it yet." With that Jason walked out of the room and left me with my thoughts.