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T-shirt and began to dress Jason's wound, doing his best to
try and ignore the feel of blood on his hands. This was his
fault. Jason had been shot because of him. How could Jason
forgive him? More importantly, could Spencer ever forgive
himself?
"I have to elevate your leg, it's going to hurt." Spencer
folded the pillows and gently placed them under Jason's leg.
Satisfied that he'd done all he could, Spencer took out his cell
phone, probably something he should have done first.
"Fuck! No signal." Spencer stared at the useless phone
before throwing it on the ground. What was he going to do?
He wasn't about to leave Jason or Shaun for that matter. No
way was he giving that bastard an opportunity to escape. Did
they have any rope? Could he lift Shaun and put him in the
trunk?
"Car's got that tracking thing," Jason said. "That's
supposed to work where cells won't."
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Finding the keys in the pocket of the jacket he was
wearing, Spencer ran to the car. After a few curse filled
moments where he tried to figure out how to turn the
tracking system on, Spencer eventually had a pleasant female
voice asking him what the problem was. A quick description
of the morning's events and the dire need for both medical
and police intervention had the female voice assuring Spencer
that help was on the way and to stay safe. Spencer left the
system on as directed and headed back to Jason, where he
belonged not talking to some faceless woman who was
trying to convince him that everything was going to be okay.
"An ambulance and the police are on their way," Spencer
said, sitting down next to Jason.
Jason gave Spencer a shaky smile. "Thank you." He
opened the blanket and wrapped it around Spencer as well,
drawing him closer. "You're a good man to have around."
"I don't know about that. It's my fault you're " Spencer
faltered. Instead he wrapped his arm around Jason and
snuggled against him. There was a lot to be said for shared
body heat.
"I'll be okay." Jason laid his head against Spencer's. "Think
you'll come camping with me again?"
"I didn't think you'd ask me again."
Jason laughed. "I can't promise it'll be as exciting as this
time."
"That's fine by me."
Jason kissed Spencer's jaw. "I still want you to stay with
me."
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Those few words thrilled Spencer. Their living
arrangements could be discussed after more important issues
were taken care of, mainly getting Jason to a hospital and
Shaun to a jail cell. He was saved from answering by the
sound of sirens.
"They'll be here soon." Spencer kissed Jason, a soft
touching of lips, and then reluctantly left the sanctuary of
their blanket. "I should meet them, let them know where we
are."
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Chapter Nine
Jason stayed conscious for long enough to see Spencer
walk back up the track, the ambulance following him. He
spared a quick glance for Shaun, just to ensure the man was
still out, then closed his eyes and gave in to the
overwhelming tiredness that had been trying to claim him.
Not completely, though. He was vaguely aware of being
talked to and answering questions. The bullet wound was
bandaged and it felt like they pushed a spike into the back of
his hand before he was transferred from cold, hard ground to
a soft mattress. The odd sense of inertia that stole over him
told him they were moving away from the campsite. Away
from Spencer and that maniac.
"Spence?"
A young man barely old enough to shave, it seemed to
Jason placed another blanket over the one already covering
him. "The police are talking to him."
Jason nodded. Though why the police wanted to talk to
Spencer was beyond him. They should just be arresting that
dickhead, Shaun, and be done with it. He hated to think of
Spencer having to deal with the police by himself. The
ambulance bounced slowly over the compacted dirt track
away from the camp site and met the smooth asphalt of the
road.
"Okay?" the paramedic asked. "Warm enough? In pain?"
"Yeah... no... I'm okay. Tired, though."
"That's the pain meds. Sleep, you look like you need it."
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The next time Jason woke up, he was warm and
comfortable. And stationary. It was very quiet and the air had
a strange, antiseptically clean smell. He opened his eyes,
blinked once or twice and focused on Spencer.
"Okay?" Jason's voice sounded funny, croaky and faint, as
if he'd been smoking and yelling at a rock concert all evening.
He tried again. "Hi."
"Hi." Spencer smiled and placed his hand over Jason's.
"How are you feeling?"
"Great." Jason clasped Spencer's hand. "Let's go dancing?"
His right thigh throbbed in time with his heartbeat. The pain
was bearable, but annoying.
"I don't think you'll be dancing anytime soon, but I'll take
a rain check."
"Horizontal?"
Spencer's resulting laughter echoed throughout the tiny
room. "That could be arranged."
Jason grinned. "Good." He turned Spencer's hand over in
his. "They fingerprinted you? Bet that's never happened
before."
"There's a first for everything." Spencer blushed. "They
questioned me, fingerprinted me and questioned me some
more. Fingerprinting isn't as easy as you'd think it'd be. It
took a couple tries. But you'll be happy to know Trooper
Howard verified my story and Shaun regained consciousness
and apparently suffered no long term effects from my actions.
But, he will hopefully suffer from his."
"All the girls love a bad boy." Jason winked. "And some of
the boys, too."
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Spencer leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the hospital
bed. "So, I'm a bad boy now?"
"How many good boys do you know that have been
fingerprinted and questioned at length by the state's finest?
"Oh, God," Spencer suddenly looked stricken. "How can I
face everyone at work?"
Now that had Jason confused. "What do you mean? You're
a hero, love."
Spencer shook his head. "No, I had a psycho stalker, got
you shot, bashed someone over the head with a shovel,
and... maybe... outted you."
"As long as it keeps Charlotte and Rosa from trying to get
into my pants, I'm a happy man." Jason wound his arm
around Spencer's neck and pulled him closer. "Besides, you're
outted, too. And we're together." He kissed Spencer, losing
himself in the taste of the man.
A not so discreet knock on the already open door had
Spencer springing away from Jason as if he'd been burned.
"Sorry to interrupt," a young nurse said as she walked
over to the bed. She checked the equipment and stuck a
thermometer in Jason's mouth. "The police would like to ask
you a few questions."
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