Title: Chemicals (3/3)
Author: Jade 
Pairing: J/SB
Rating: PG-13 for.. I dunno... Jay being Jay.
Archive: Yep. 
Feedback: jade27_al@yahoo.com
Sequel/Series: I'll probably have a follow-up sequel
after this. Because it just can't end here.
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. They're Kev's. Oh
well. Sailor V. (She's not mine either. Damnit! I just
suck.)
Notes: I like cheese. *nods*
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First thing I notice when I open my eyes is that I
can't see nothin'. Damn. I must have gotten real
shitfaced and Bob hadda put me to bed. Wonder what
time it is. The sun ain't even up yet. I try to get up
to go piss, only I can't move. I struggle a little,
before giving up.

Then I hear something. Something that ain't usually in
my room.

It's a beeping sound. Rhythmic. Almost like a...
heartbeat.

Then I remember. I got hit. Shit. I'm in a hospital. I
wonder why I don't hurt.

Of course. Drugs. Lovely wonderful drugs. Drugs fix
everything.

I blink a few times, some light is coming through now.
The room is actually lit up. All I can see is white
and green blurs. Then, off to the side, I see a dark
blur. A dark, fat blur.

Shit. It's Silent Bob. He's come here to fuck me up. I
can't fuckin' hit back now. Shit. I'm fucked. I'm so
fucked.

But.. he ain't moving.

I blink a little more, the blurs starting to form
shapes. Walls, beds, curtains, and Bob.

Sleeping Bob.

Sleeping Bob who looks like he ain't trimmed his beard
few weeks. Prolly ain't slept neither. Cept for right
now.

Blink again. And again. Details filling better now.
Like that stitched up lip of his. 

I did that.

Something makes me grin looking at that. Pride or
something.

I. Did. It.

Then something slams into my gut. For a second I think
Bob punched me, but he's still sleepin' like a fuckin'
log. I hear the beeping pick up a little, and in a few
more seconds, a nurse comes stalking in. Looks like a
fuckin' cat whose playing with a mouse, the way she's
smiling and shit. It's creepy.

She looks at some machines, looks at me, adjusts the
amount of morphine, then leaves.

Yeah, ain't that always how life goes. Something fucks
you up, you take more drugs and it goes away.

I've never needed a joint more in my entire life.

Then Bob woke up.

Alright, *now* I've never needed a joint more.
Actually, fuck joints. I need my bong. My big black
bong, and about half the weed, no, all the weed in
Jersey.

Anyways, Bob wakes up, and the first thing he does is
look at me. He sees I'm lookin' back and he smiles. I
just scowl and roll over as best as I can. Kinda hard
when you have tubes shoved in every fuckin' hole in
your body, and needles makin' new holes.

He gets up and starts walkin' over. Every step he
takes makes that fuckin' monitor start beepin' faster.
Motherfucker would someone shut that bitch off?

Finally he leans against the rail of my bed, and leans
right next to my ear. I'd take another swing at him,
but I can't move.

"Bitch," He whispers, "No one has ever punched me and
lived to tell about it. I should fuck you up right
here and now and be done with your stupid ass. But you
know why I won't?" He don't even wait for me to
answer. Not that I could. "Because I love you,
asshole."

Then he kissed my head. Fuckin' kissed me! And then he
left, lookin' back at me one more time and smiling a
little before disappearing around the corner.

And you know what? For some fucked up reason, I don't
wanna punch him now.