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Black Jack Part 3

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Liam blinked softly, shutting the door behind him without question and then moving over to his lover. "Hey....come here huh? It's alright to talk to me...." he said in a whisper.

Vaughn pulls Li into a tight hug then and places the towels on the counter.  His fingers turn the light off until its pitch black and now he holds Li tighter.  Liam would feel a small tremble from the large man, a faint choked sob leaving him in the dark as he buries his face in his lovers neck.  He wouldn't cry in front of his own VP in the light, but in the dark he was safe.

In the darkness he was always safe with Liam. The man put his arms around his lover and pulled him tightly against his chest. Everyone cried. It was just a way of life, unless you were severely fucked up. Li's fingers moved up into the man's hair, turning towards his face to give him a gentle kiss. "I fuckin' love you....let it out okay....."

Vaughn lets off a harsh ragged breath now into Li's neck.  "Black Jack...they........they cut out 'is fuckin' eye Liam.........." he whispers as if it was just sinking in.

"I know...." he whispered softly. He knew that Vaughn would never let anyone get away with that. "Hey....I think like.....Overdose is gonna take real fuckin' good care'a him because like...well......you see like how they are right? I mean I don't know for sure or nothin' but...."

"I d-dunno..." he whispers and pushes Liam to the wall and stays as close as he can.  Just the mans scent could relax him.  "I need ya tonight.  Don' let me go ok?"

"I ain't fuckin' goin' no where...." he said as he held the man even tighter, placing the softest kisses on the side of his face, lips brushing over the soft red hairs of Vaughn's chin strap beard. "Promise....we'll stay right here, with BJ and OD and we'll make sure everything's alright....me an' you together...."

"Aye....we will.......tomorrow I..." he starts then hears a blood curdling scream as Black Jack comes to and starts to feel the pain in his face full on.  Its the most horrible thing Leroux has ever felt and he's sweating now and trying to scratch at his face though Blaze is on him and holding his hands away.  Its impossible to make out his words as they are all in French but Black Jack is screaming like he's been shot in the stomach.  Vaughn opens the door then and moves to the room and frowns.  "Whas goin on!??" he asks OD.

OD looked like someone had a knife in his stomach. He couldn't imagine how much pain the man was in. "The pain medication is startin' to work....unfortunately it's working just enough to let 'im come too and realize what 'appened to 'im....." he said as he just bit down on his lower lip.

"Blaze ya get offa 'im like an animal!" he finally shouted, not willing to watch this anymore. He made the other man move and he took his spot on the bed, holding BJ's hands so he couldn't tear at his face. "Love ya gotta be calm please....the medicine's gotta go in ya slow...."

"GET OFF OF ME!!!" He screams  in French and fights to touch his face, the pain unbearable to him.  Tears stream down from his good eye now as he looks around in a panic.  His vision is unfocused and he has no idea that he's lost an eye, only that he can't see properly and one half of his vision is gone.  As he struggles hard though he looses strength fast and a moment later he passes out again, head lulling to the side as a small trickle of red seeps out from under the eye patch like a crimson tear.  Vaughn blinks in a horror as it slips down the pale mans cheek and onto the bed sheets.  "Fuck..." he whispers.  "Can'tcha give'im smore?"

"Look I need all of ya to leave for a minute!" OD practically shouted now, seeing that blood leaking from the man's eye. He would take no other answer. When everyone had left he sat now with his supplies and gently took off the eye patch, starting to clean the blood. "Love ya.....ya gotta be still....." he said softly, as he started to what none of the men would want to see anyway. He started to cut those stitches, and while he didn't want to he saw no other choice. He had to clean inside. Things were not taken care of properly. And he was probably going to be more scarred from this, and it was his fault, but there was no other choice.

"I'm sorry love I'm sorry...." he whispered as he made each delicate cut one at a time so as not to hurt the other man if he did move. The inside was just....a mess. But at least now he had the supplies he needed to clean the wound. He did so meticulously but quickly. He made sure there would be no more blood filling that cavity, and then he took a sterile piece of gauze and gently put it inside. At least then it wouldn't feel empty. He would not sow it back together, not today it would tear apart the delicate eyelid. He did replace the patch, however, and slightly increase the drip of the morphine. "I'm not going to leave you....I promise love...."

It wasn't until four hours later that he would stir again, now higher than he can ever remember.  So high on the morphine that he isn't sure where he is or whats going on.  The pain is minimal now and he opens his one blue eye lazily and stares around. "Ami?" he whispers as  he thinks he can make out OD sitting next to him.

OD was sitting next to him. He had been sitting there the whole time and he would be sitting there for the rest of it. He was awake, fully. There was no way he could sleep even if he tried. When the man started to stir he perked up a bit, looking over at the man who had called his nickname. "It's me, love.....what are ya feelin'....?"

"I...." he whispers and pants softly.  "I.............uhnnn.." he murrs and brings a hand up to his face but then frowns a little.  "What......is this?" he whispers and starts to feel over the patch.

OD bit down softly on his lower lip. "Love ya.....had a bit of an accident tonight......you're going to be okay.....sort of........right now ya just got to relax...."

"Accident?" He asks and tries to sit up but he falls back on the bed and frowns.  "Why dis thing on my face?"

"Shh shh.....just relax love....." he said softly. Should he tell him? He wasn't sure. If this was anyone else he really wouldn't care. He would just tell them because it was his job. He moved now to take one of BJ's hands into his own, holding it as he looked down at him. "Love you......your eye.....it's......severely injured....."

"What?' he whispers and tries to hold the other mans hand back.  "What you mean.........why dis thing on it?  Let me see…"

"No.....no love....." he said with a bit of urgency. The last thing the man needed was to see the shock of his injury. To see a bunch of gauze where his eye was supposed to be. "Leroux.....ya.......ya lost your eye...."

"What?" he asks and through the drugs he manages to smirk a little.  "You are so full shit...." he whispers and blinks heavily.  When he doesn't see a smile on his friends face though he frowns a little.  "What?" he whispers then as if he didn't fully understand.

There was no smile on his face, not even a twinkle in his eye. "Love I'm...I'm not joking. I'm going to take care of you I swear to you alright? You're.....I'm just going to take care of it okay...?"

"What?" he whispers and now in a haze he sits up and looks around.  One hand comes up to the patch and he stares forwards in horror.  "Let me see..." he whispers.

"No love, no...." he said, moving closer to him as he put both hands on the man's shoulders, forcing him to look at him. "When you're better you can see...not now.......you need to relax now. You need to lay down and be still and...I can tell you stories if you wish..."

"WHAT?" he asks and pants harder, his brain fueled by adrenaline and morphine.  "I WANT SEE..." he hisses.

OD knew that he couldn't argue with this man. He sighed softly and just nodded his head, reaching beside him to take a small hand held mirror from the dresser with all the supplies. He handed it to the man and would just sit and wait, and be there for him. It was all he could do.

Black Jack takes the mirror then holds it up and frowns at the image he sees.  He was a man of self confidence.  Handsome and dare he even think dashing but now.......  His hand comes up and he sucks in a soft breath before he lifts the patch.  His hand trembles and he drops the mirror, the patch snapping back over his missing eye.  He pushes himself back in the bed then against the corner of the walls and pulls the sheets over himself, one eye fixed forwards in shock.  The morphine was working because his pain is minimal save a headache and he closes his still gorgeous sapphire eye now and puts his head into his knees.  "I ................monster" he whispers.  "Leave me."

It was the last thing that OD had wanted, and yet it was going to come at some point. He quickly shook his head, not moving away but moving closer to the man now as he reached out a hand to gently come to rest on his friend's shoulder. "No.....you're not a monster, love....you're just as gorgeous as you always were....." he said, a bit of a worry in his voice.

Leroux chuckles now and looks up.  He looks....not right and a bit off and he raises the patch now.  "I  fucking monster." he hisses and lowers the patch.  "GET OUT...." he barks.

Shaun pulled his hand back then. The man was not in a right state of mind but he seemed very adamant on him leaving. He looked down then as he tried to think. What was he supposed to do? Finally he stood without a word, deciding that he needed to respect the man's wishes but that it was not right to just leave him alone in this state. He moved from the bed and walked to the door, exiting to find Liam and Vaughn sitting on the floor outside the room. "Li.....go in there with 'im...." he said, moving downstairs now and to the bar. He needed a drink.

Liam blinked softly, shrugging as he stood and moved into the small spare room, surprised to see Leroux awake and huddled, but Liam just took a seat in a hard wooden chair in the room. ".....hey....."

"What the fuck you want?" he whispers and keeps his head down.  Showing his face was normally something he was proud of.  Now he refused to do it.
"Uhhh......I don't want nothin'. I'm just doin' what I was told and that was to sit in here with you, so....." he said as he looked at the other man and then looked down to the floor. He didn't know how he would feel if he was in that position. He'd probably be up trying to kill people.

"Oh....a babysitter..." he hisses softly with a thick French accent.  Black Jack then moves from the bed very unsteadily and grabs for his black bandanna on the dresser, leaving the make shift IV to hang on the wall.  The bandanna is soaked in his blood, but he ties it around his forehead now and pulls a good bit of it over his eye patch before he holds the wall and tries to find his clothes.  His depth is completely off though and he's struggling to stand through the morphine and the haze now. "Where my clothes?" he pants as he whimpers a bit and holds his face, head going blurry with drugs and pain.

"No where I'm gonna tell you..." Li said then as he stood, walking straight over to the smaller man and picking him up into his arms, sitting back down with him on the bed as he held him. There was really no arguing with that strength. "I ain't your babysitter okay? I'm your fuckin' friend. One of your best friends…..and we're more.  I don't need to remind you of that.  I'm sorry this shit happened to you....I would have taken it for you if I could've gotten there in time. Fuckin' care about ya and love ya just as much as I do Lukas....."

Leroux closes his eye and leans into Li now.  It was safe feeling there for some reason.  Family.  He could never argue with Liam.  The man was too big and too stubborn.  "I..............will go back to France and live in cave." he whispers.
"In a cave? What if you get sick...." he said softly, calmly. He knew this man very well. He could work through things with him better than anyone else could. He was sure that pissed Overdose off, but he didn't care. Liam's arms were holding the smaller man, and now just as he did Vaughn he raised a hand and gently started to stroke at the man's hair, also effectively taking off that blood stained bandanna.
"I do not care.  I want die.." he whispers and closes his good eye tight.  "No man want me now.  I wait too long to find and dis is punish...." he nods.

Li smiled very softly then. He could remember holding Lukas like this before, and having similar conversations with him even if the injuries were no where near as serious. Liam was a very strange source of comfort, but a good one none the less. "No man? .....what about Shaun?" he asked just as softly.

"Shaun is......" he whispers and goes silent for a moment.  "He is.........like........beautiful sunrise.  I .........a monster now.  A Cyclops.  No man should see what I .  I want............kill me Liam.....with my own blades.  Put me out of dis' misery..."

"Mn....if I killed you, then I'd have to call Lukas and tell him that I killed one of his best friends. And what would I tell him? That I killed him because he was a monster? Then Lukas would say that you're not a monster. That you never will be no matter what. And he'd be right, and then I'd be the worst person who ever lived for killing you. So....no, I don't plan on doing that...." he said and then was silent for a moment before he spoke again. "You know...Shaun was in here all night with ya....gave ya the best care I ever seen 'im give anyone....."

"S'his job to care.  I.............he is good man" he whispers.

"It's his job to fix, not to care..." he said then. "He called me every fuckin' ne in the book when he was stitching me up. But when he was carin' for you? He called you 'love' and....like...was all gentle and shit with you. An' the way he looks at you.......that's like....something special and shit...."

"What?' he asks and hardly believes Liam.  "He too good.  I........yell at him.  I need speak to him.  Can you send him in?"

"I think he's down having a drink......" he said, looking down at the smaller man. "I'll get him in a little bit. But like....just know that he like crushed your pills up and like...rubbed 'm in your mouth instead of makin' you swallow 'em while you were out cold like he did to Vice that one time....." he said and nodded. "Um......do you remember what happened at all?"

"I.........remember cards.  I remember.....loose.  Man....and knife.  Pain.." he whispers and frowns.

Li just nodded quickly. "Okay good....that's good.....um.  So.....hey um....I know that Lukas has some time off comin' soon. Maybe uh...you'd like it if he came to visit? I can ask...."

"I do not know..." he whispers as he starts to nod off against Liam.  "Sleepy…"
Liam nodded. "Get some rest man....I'll stay with you okay? You'll be safe...." he whispered, continuing to hold the man against his chest. The biggest kept secret of the club....Liam the caring friend and the best protector of them all.

"Oui...." he whispers and a moment later he's out cold against Liam.  His best friend.  Family.  A former lover.  Maybe this was all a bad dream and when he woke it would be ok.  Somehow, that would never be true.
Part 3. Just some insight into how much Vaughn loves his club members, and how hard he takes it when one of them is injured severely.
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DemonRave's avatar
This made me cry when I reached the end. It was so deep and shows that friendship knows no bounds.