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Sorry this one took so long! I sort of took a break sometime in between here...so... here's number 4!

• * * I awoke again to the sound of a door closing and metal clinking on a hard surface and feet thumping up stairs. The door to the room opened slowly, trying not to bother me if I was still asleep. When Jim saw me looking at him with my light blue eyes, he poked his head in. "Hey, are you okay?" He said as he stepped quietly into the room. I sat up in bed, scooting back to the headboard to support myself. "Yeah, I'm fine, just still hurt from the other day..." He came down and sat on the bed like Tracy did hours before. "We scheduled you with a doctor for later today, to see about your fractures. We have a few minutes before we have to go, lets get you downstairs. Up we go." I uncovered myself and swung my legs over the bed, trying my best to resist the abnormal pain in my knee, side and neck. "No, no, please, here..." Jim picked me up and carried me out of the room, all the way me smiling at him with my one long K9 tooth, and my empty space on the other side, making my mouth look lopsided. *God he looks so cute when he smiles with that one tooth...* Jim thought to himself. Jim knew he was gay, and so did his parents, and therefore approved of many actions and friends that would normally not be...normal... He brought me down to the long sofa, and laid me down on the soft cushions. He hollered to his parents. "Hey, mom, come help me here." "Sure thing son." Jim picked me up again, my arms gladly wrapping around his neck, not sure of the feelings I was having at this moment, but right now I didn't care, I was just happy to have somebody who cared about me. Jim's mother opened the passenger door, and Jim laid me inside, strapping me in and then moving around to the driver's side. "Bye mom, we'll be back in a few." "Alright son, make sure he doesn't over-stress himself." With that we drove off, going down to the doctor's office across town. But, there was a downside with going outside of the neighborhood. There was only one road out, and along that road were my two unforgiving, ruthless adoptive parents... As we approached, Jim could see the fear in my eyes, and put his hand on my shoulder in a comforting hold as he locked the doors and rolled up the windows. "Hey, it's okay, they won't ever get you again. Don't worry." We got closer and closer, and my heart was racing as I saw my adoptive father out in the yard, tending to his lawn. He looked up and immediately started running towards the car, shouting in rage. Jim sped up, but he dashed in front of the vehicle, making Jim slam on the brakes. He ran to the passenger side, trying to rip the door opened, all the while screaming into the window while I cowered and started to sob as he yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BITCH! WE'LL GET YOU BACK, YOU CAN'T RUN FROM US! WE'LL GET YOU!!!" Jim started burning out to get away, but not before my father slammed his fist into the window, leaving it shattered and bloody, and pieces all over my sobbing form as Jim sped away. We drove at 60 for over a minute before he finally slowed and stopped, my form still covered in glass and sobbing violently. Stopping the car and un-bucking himself, he reached over and picked me up, allowing me to hug him and sob into his chest, my form heaving as he whispered soothing words into my ear as he rubbed a paw over me back, hugging me close as my form heaved and sobbed into his chest, drenching his shirt as I unloaded my energy upon him, all the while him keeping his composure and soothing my as his paw rubbed my back and still rolling out soothing words and whispers into my ear. "Don't let-gasp-them ever take-gasp-me....please...." I pleaded into his chest. "No, no, I won't ever let them have you again, ever, shhhh....shhhh..... It's okay.... It's okay....." He whispered into my ear. After a few more minutes of gradually decreasing sobs, I eventually regain my composure and look deep into his eyes. They were watery, and he was crying as well, my story and life reaching into his heart and gaining his passion. "They will never get you." He said, weakly even, looking into my light blue eyes, and mine into his dark green ones. We embraced for a few more minutes before he said, "We better get going, you will be late for your appointment." "Yeah, yeah... let's go." I said, getting back into my seat and Jim buckling himself back in, we drove off in silence for the rest of the trip, the short engagement giving us everything we needed to become interested in each other, but not enough to become sure of one another's feelings. We arrived at the office, walked in, signed in, and waited. When I was called, I wanted Jim to come in with me, to comfort me when I learned of my injuries. "We need you to change into this, okay?" The doctor said, laying a hospital gown on the small table. I looked over at Jim, and he started to get up and leave, leaving me to my privacy, but I stopped him. "It's...okay if you stay..." I said in a weak voice. I trusted him enough, and I wanted to see... wanted to see if he would react. This would tell me once and for all if I was right in my expectations about Jim. I removed my shirt, tossing it onto the small table. Next my shoes, socks, belt, and eventually, my pants. I tuned away, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jim shift, crossing his legs, a tell tale sign of.... There was a knock on the door, and a voice, the doctor's, called through the door, "Ready yet?" "Almost." I called back. I quickly put on the gown and walked out, looking back at Jim, still sitting cross-legged in the chair, waving shyly at me, and I waved back. I went through multiple scans, one on my neck, one on my side, and one of my knee. I retired back into the room, along with Jim. Minutes went by of us waiting in the small little room, me sitting on the table, Jim in the chair. Then the doctor came in with the X-rays. He came over and put them on the reader for both of us to see, and started explaining. "Well, starting at your neck, you have some muscle stress up there, but nothing serious. All that you are feeling is the soreness that occurs when you rip or tear a muscle. Just try and relax for as long as you can, and you should be fine. Now with your side. You have three fractured ribs, lower ones on your left side, and that is why it is not making so much of a fuss. We're going to put a brace on those areas to keep them from moving around or getting needlessly damaged, and should take a few weeks to fully heal, but should not hinder you from daily activities as long as you are careful. Now, your knee is the major problem. Nothing that is necessary for surgery, but you need to keep your weight off it as much as possible. You have a shattered kneecap, stressed and torn muscles, and you dislocated it. We can take care of the dislocation now, and we should, but the kneecap will take months to heal. I'm going to put a brace on it, but you need to use crutches and keep your weight off it, period. Every time you put weight on it adds up to a another day or so that it will take to heal properly." "Alright, we can do that. How long will it take to fully heal?" I asked, now accepting anything that would come. "Nearly two months, at the least. I'm also going to schedule you for physical therapy after it is healed, because you will have lost a lot of muscle without using your leg for such a long time. I'm sorry." "Oh please, don't be sorry. I'm really fine with it. Two weeks of relaxing, no care in the world, seems nice. It will be good to have a change in my life." I said, taking the news very well. I looked over at Jim, and he was trying to be with me on my emotions, but seeing me go through more hurt in my life was just too much for him. He buried his head in his hands and I saw a small tear drip between his fingers. "I'll give you guys a minute." The doctor said and walked out. I slowly walked over to Jim, and silently reversed the roles from earlier. He threw his head over my shoulder, and I embraced his shivering, heaving form as he sobbed onto my shoulder. After a while of comforting him, I spoke. "Listen, it's alright Jim. Look on the bright side, this will give things to cool down at the school, and maybe they will leave me alone now. It will also let things cool down between me and my parents. This is a good break for us..." I paused at 'us' realizing that I was thinking of both of us together, as one. I always suspected I was gay, for I was never attracted to any females, even ones my friends drooled over. But I had not, until now, found any male I was attracted to either. But now, I was coming to my senses and I knew this was the one. The one I would be with for the rest of my life, one I could relate and be together with in harmony and peace. This is the one I loved and cared for, who I never wished any harm or pain upon, and never would leave them. I knew I was gay now, and I knew I loved Jim. "*Sob-sniff*--Us?--*Sniff*" Jim sobbed wearily to me. "Yes, us, I love you Jim. I love you with everything I have. Everything I don't have, even. You are the one person that has shown kindness and love in my life, and I love you. I love you with all my heart..." I hugged him close again, and he hugged me back, and gathered enough energy to say to me, "I love you too, Greg..." * * * We drove back to his house about an hour later, after the doctors had painfully relocated my knee, hooked a brace onto it, given me a brace for my side and my neck as well. I hadn't put the side and neck braces on yet, as I was going to once inside my-Jim's-room, and lay down and get some rest. This time coming back, Jim made sure to avoid my parent's house as much as possible. We pulled up and walked into the house, his mother in the kitchen preparing dinner. "Well, how did it go?" She asked. "Well, he's got a fractured kneecap, three fractured ribs, and pulled his neck. He shouldn't walk, so I'm going to be carrying him for a while, until he's able to use his ribs and neck enough to use crutches. He needs to stay in bed as much as possible, and not go anywhere. Then, when he's all good to go, he still has to go through physical therapy to get his leg working properly again." "Holy Christ... Well, take him up to your room then, and make sure he's comfortable. Feel free to spend as much time as you want with him." She looked at us and winked, obviously noting that we were together a lot. She knew, so what? She's a nice lady. Jim carried me up the stairs and up into his room, carefully placing me on the bed. "Now you stay here, I'm going to go get your braces." He said, and walked back out to the car. Again, I looked around the room, now able to notice many other things about the room. There was a dresser, with a small TV on it. Not much other than that-wait. What I thought was wallpaper were actually hundreds of drawings-sketches, paintings, full color drawings, all looked very professional-coating the walls of the room. I looked around very briefly. There were drawings of plants, of animals, people, nature, scenes, portraits, abstracts, and many more kinds of artwork. One that caught my eye more than anything else was a light blue and white wolf-one that looked surprisingly like myself. Just then, Jim came in with my two braces, and saw me looking at the walls of his room. "Like my pictures? I've been drawing for years. I really like drawing pictures of scenery and nature, but also people who inspire me in my life. I also express my mind in some emotional times with my abstract artwork." "What was that from?" I asked, pointing to the picture of the one that looked like me. "This-" He said, walking over to it and taking it off the wall "-Is the one stranger in life that I found inspired me enough for me to remind myself of them every day. I put it up right next to the bathroom, where I walk every day." "So who is it?" I asked. "It's you." He said, looking up and smiling at me. I knew this was the best moment I could get, and I wrapped my arm around his neck and brought him close to me and kissed him. My fears vanished as he did the same, and wrapped his arm around my neck and retuned the favor. We kissed for a few minutes, wavering in each other's mouths as we intertwined and became one for a few minutes, until I gradually pulled away and whispered, "I love you..." And my love answered back, "I love you too... Now, get these braces on and get some rest, I'll tell you about all of my pictures tomorrow." And he helped me get my side and neck braces on, and lightly settled me down into the bed, and kissed me on more time before getting up and walking to the door. He opened and walked out, but not before he stuck he head back in and told me he loved me one more time, and I said the same to him and he closed the door and I took one more look around the room, and drifted off to sleep.