Based off an RP I had with Frosttigerwolf. Jesse got ambushed by a few gay bashers and ended up in the hospital. Here's a small snippet from it:

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Jesse: *It was around 9-10 in the morning when he awoke, having been out since last night. He groans softly in pain as he comes to, wincing slightly. Paaaaaain, feeling nothing but pain.*

Kre: *Had only left the hospital long enough to go to the car and bring something out, but he was there when Jesse woke up and moves quickly closer to him, and puts a hand on him.* Shhh, shh. It's alright, sweetie. You're at the hospital. I am here, so just try to relax.

Jesse: *He winces once more.* I would if I could...trust me. *He could only say this through clenched teeth since he couldn't really move his jaw, what with his jaw having been wired shut.*

Kre: Shh, don't talk. Well, your jaw doesn't seem to be as badly damaged when Cyrus got a hold of you last time if you can talk. Look, I even brought this. *He gives Jesse a notebook. The page it was turned to had "FUCK" written on it over and over again; a little inside joke between the two of them when Jesse had been admitted to the hospital last time.*

Jesse: *Seeing the notepad from last time, he couldn't help but chuckle, but that just makes him hurt a little more.* Fucking...ow. *He takes the notepad with his left hand and scribbles on it vigorously and angrily. He then holds it up.* "FUUUCK."

Kre: *He smiles and rubs his hand gently.* Yeah, I know. I put your clothing in a plastic bag and threw it in the car with more plastic bags. I knew the moment I caught their scent, the guys who did this to you, I would've ended up tracking them down, and sent them to the morgue, so I had to act quick so I wouldn't.

Jesse: *Scribble, scribble.* "Hey, by all means kill 'em. Go wild. They mean nothing to me. Except for one guy. He actually stopped the other guys from killing me. If it weren't for him, I'd be dead." *He goes to hold up the pad, but stops and quickly writes something down, before holding it up again. "He was still a dick, though....and hot."

Kre: Heh. I don't think you would be very happy if you knew I was a murderer, Sweetie, so don't tempt me; you might not want to kiss me next time. Oh, by the way, I will be covering your shift while you recover, which is going to be odd since I still don't know squat about dancing. I only used the rope, remember?

Jesse: *Scribble.* "And boy, do you know how to use it."

Kre: Be glad I am not into bondage, *He grins teasingly.* but you do know this means no sex until you have recovered. None what so ever. I... am just glad you are alright. I almost lost you that time...*Looks really concerned.* Please, Jesse... please listen to me next time. *His eyes began to water.*

Jesse: Noo. Don't do that. You'll get me goin'....

Kre: I can't be all growly all the time you know. I don't know whether to be mad at you or be glad for you. You have no idea what it was like getting that call and seeing you like that. It was so much worse then what Cyrus did...

Jesse That's because I didn't have 3 guys beating on me that time....

Kre: hey, dont try to speak, sweetie. I can't do what I did last time. I might be able to do alittle, but this time it's gonna be alot of healing on your own, so you can't strain yourself.

Jesse: Fuck the paper. I don't have the fuckin' patience to write right now. I don't know if you noticed this babe, but I'm in a lot of fucking pain right now and the last thing on my mind is putting my thoughts and words on a fucking scrap of paper. *Only irritable because he's in pain, because he's immobile, and because his libido is what got him into this mess.* If it wasn't for my fucking dick, I would be home in bed right now with you. I wouldn't be...this broken, miserable pile of shit. *His voice began to crack a little, tears actually forming in his eyes.*

Kre: ... Do you want me to kill them? I could track them. Their scent wouldn't be so old as to get lost. *He says this softly. He knows Jesse doesn't mean to be irritable. He sees the tears and he leans down, gently wiping Jesse's eyes.* Shh, Sweetie. You're not a pile of...well, that. You can't blame yourself. You aren't the one that hurt yourself. No more then it's the girls fault if she gets beaten or raped, or any kind of hate crime. It's not your fault.

Jesse: It is my fucking fault! If I just turned the guy down, I wouldn't be here right now. Who the fuck meets a random guy on the streets and agrees to have supposed sex with him? Who the fuck would do that? An idiot that's who!

Kre: Um, a prostitute or a John? Uh, it does happen, sweetie.

Doctor: *A weasel walks in.* I hear Grumpiness!~ *Sings out in the mosty stereotypical feminine styled voice imaginable. He walks over to Jesse and stabs him with a needle, pumping him full of morphine.* All better!~ *Walks out the door.*

Kre: .... The heck was that?

Jesse: *The fur on the back of his neck bristles after he's stuck with the needle.* Grk! That fucking hurt! Sonuvabitch! *He mumbles before looking back at Kre.* Yeah, but it shouldn't fucking happen to me! To me!....to...me. Ha ha....what the fuck... was I talkin' 'bout? *He glances upwards in thought before looking back at Kre and smiling weakly, but his expression quickly changes to that of awe.* Hool-ee shhiit. Baby...You're fuggin' blue. How'd you do that?

Kre: .... Um, how much morphine did the guy give you? Er, you still in pain? *Looks alittle concerned.*

Doc: *breezes back in.* Time to check the patieeeeeeeeent!~ *Moves past Kre and checks over Jesse.* Oohh! Shame, shame, shame on you! You shouldn't be talking! *He pulls out a needle and stabs Jesse's arm, the muscles in Jesse's body turning to mush. He could still talk, but the rest of him, he wasn't so much as to be able to move a finger.* Allll dooooone!~ *Breezes back out.*

Kre: Seriously, what the heck is that?

Jesse: *Doesn't even feel the stab. Well, he does, but no pain. He snickers, which turn into giggles, which eventually turns into full blown laughter.* Shiiit. I feel as high as a kiiiiite....Fuck. Did you hear that? *He pauses to listen, when in fact there was nothing to be heard besides the various hospital noises, but his room was relatively quiet.* Tell me you heard that.

Kre: I will have to be glad that stuff doesn't work long on me. Jesse, sweetie.. he dosed you up with morphine and something else. I don't think you are feeling much of anything right now. As for hearing anything, my hearing is better then yours, so I have no idea what you are hearing.

Jesse: *He stares at Kre for a bit, before literally starting to cry.* I can't move my aaaarms!

Kre: Ohh, sweetie, your arms are fine. He just put muscle relaxer in you, so your arms won't move until it wears off.

Jesse: *Sob.* Wha???? They're gonna take my arms???? Whyyyyy? They're not hurting anybody, and I use theeeeeem.

Kre: .... Sweetie, they aren't taking your arms, but one of them is broken. You are very much injured. They are still there you just can't move them.

Jesse: Oh....*He sniffles.*......Babe. You're fuggin' blue. When th' hell did that happen?

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And that's about it.

Enjoy. Hope the little snippet above amuses some of you. :)

Jesse Belongs to me

Kre belongs to Gragor