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[singingprodigy]

Jesse groaned, closing his eyes. He'd been out of the hospital for two days, and still, nothing seemed to be getting any better. The only good thing out of the entire situation was Rachel's constant care over him. He slept in her bed (though the pink of her room often brought on more headaches), and had her attention at all times. While it was hot

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[negative_five]

"I'm here, you big baby." As verbally harsh as she could be with him, it was in direct contrast to the way she was handling him physically, as if she'd turned her belittling insults into a form of sweet-talking him.

Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, she ran her hand through his hair, frowning. "Are you okay? What do I need to get you? Water? Soup? A massage?"

[singingprodigy]

"Just some good company," Jesse mumbled, his words lisping slightly. The hospital had been ridiculous when prescribing his pain medication. "Your Hair poster is seriously tripping me out right now," He added, trying to sit up.

[negative_five]

"You're ridiculous." She said softly, her hand lingering just slightly on the side of his face.

"I can take it down if you need me to," she muttered, but promptly pushed him back down onto the bed when he attempted to sit up. "Oh no. You're staying right where you are even if I have to staple you to the mattress, do you hear me?"

[singingprodigy]

"You're supposed to be gentle with me," He almost whined. "Pushing me down on your bed for something other than sex is not what I call gentle." Shame? He has none.