The doctor did his test and then walked out telling the others they could return to the room as he left.

"So, what'd he say?" Lance asked.

"Excuse me," A golden brown haired nurse about the same height as Chris stated as she entered the room. "I need to give Mr. Chasez his sponge bath and his medication. If you gentlemen could wait outside please?"

"Are you gonna have to give me a shot?"

"Yep. Right in the booty."

"Well, in that case one of us better stay," Chris volunteered.

"Why's that?" the nurse asked.

"Because, unless those knife wounds change his thinking process, he's afraid of needles and you'll have one hell of a time getting it in him."

"You forget though, Mr. Kirkpatrick, (Chris cocks his eyebrow). Yes, I know who you are. He can't move at the moment so I don't think there is any reason for you to stay but if he wants you to stay, I'll allow it."

"Thank you nurse," JC whispered. "I appreciate it."

"Anya."

"What?" JC and Chris said together.

"Anya, that's my name."

"Oh, I thought you were swearing at us or something." Chris joked.

Anya smirked and went into the bathroom to get the soap, sponge, and filled the basin with warm water. She went about her business of washing JC's limp body. Chris watching her intently.

"Chris," JC whispered. "You gotta quit starring. You're gonna make her nervous."

"I can't help it, she beautiful."

"Yeah, well… I'll take your word on that. I prefer leggy, blondes of the other gender remember?"

"How could I forget?"

"How's he doing anyway? What happened to him?"

"He got stabbed a couple of times by the pycho bitch. Nothing serious. They already released him.

"Yeah? What happened to Britney?"

"She's in police custody for now, I think."

"You think? Damn, Chris it's kinda important to know if the person who did this is locked up or loose and plotting to finish J and I off. Don't you think?"

"Excuse me," Anya interrupted. "I hate to stick my nose in on other people's business and all, but since it's all public knowledge and your friend here doesn't have a clue; Britney Spears is in jail, she was denied bail because you were still touch and go. I*f you had died then she'd have been up for manslauter."

"Thank you Anya." Chris smiled.

"No problem and we're all done here. You got him so worked up, he didn't even notice when I gave him his shot, so I must say thank you."

"You are most welcome, my dear."

"Chris! Will you stop hitting on my nurse?" JC exclaimed.

"Sorry."

Anya leaned in and whispered to JC, "It's ok, I don't mind. He's kinda cute."

"Yeah, I know." JC agreed. "But he can be a bit annoying."

"hey, I heard that!"

"Good, now go tell your friends. They can come back in." Anya walked to the door, "You don't get too riled up Mr. Chasez or we'll have to limit the number of guests allowed in your room at one time."

"You got it Anya, and please call me JC. My dad is Mr. Chasez."

"You got it JC. I'll be back in a few hours. If you need anything before that just ring the buzzer."

"Yes ma'am."

Everybody returned to the room with three new members.

"Oh Josh!" Karen gushed. "How are they treating my baby? How are you? Roy why isn't he talking? What has the doctor said?"

"Whoa! Mom slow down," JC smiled. "I'm alive. That's all I can tell you. Dad can explain the rest."

JC yawned as his mom, sister, and brother all hugged him. "Why don't you all just visit together for awhile. I'm extrememly tired, you don't mind if I go back to sleep for a bit do you?" JC asked.

"No, you go ahead son. Get some rest. I'm gonna see if I can find your doctor and see if he can tell me what's going on!" Roy stated.

JC dropped off to sleep, only to be woken up by Justin calling out. "Josh, no! Brit stop. Leave him alone, You'll kill him!"

"Justin! J! Wake up!" JC tried. "JUSTIN!!!"

"Huh? What?" Justin slurred, "What's wrong JC? What do you need?"

"Nothing, you woke me up. What were you dreaming about?"

"I was dreaming about that night. JC, she was trying to kill you. I didn't know what to do."

"Justin, it's ok now. I'm alive and Brit's in jail. She can't hurt us anymore."

"I know, but we don't know what kind of damage she's already done."

"J! (sigh) The doctor said I'll be fine. I just have to work some to get back to what I was before. What about you?" JC meets Justin's tearfilled eyes. "How are you doing?"

Justin snickers a bit, "You really are something JC, you know that? Here you are practically paralyzed, laying in a hospiktal bed and you're worrying about me! Amazing."

"I worry about you Justin. I always have and I always will."

"JC that's so sweet, but it's not necessary. I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."

"I know Just, but I still worry about you. I can't help it. I've been doing it for so long it's like second nature now!"

"Well, now I get to take care of you for a change. What do you think about that?"

"I think… I'm gonna die of starvation." JC teased.

"Ha, ha. You're just a riot. Here I was gonna plan you a nice little coming home party but now…" Justin trailed off as the doctor comes back in.

"Oh, good. You're awake. Mr. Timberlake, can I talk to Mr. Chasez for a few minutes?"

JC opened his mouth to say Justin could stay when he noticed the look on the doctor's face. Instead he said, "It's cool J. You know I'll tell you everything anyway."

"You sure JC?" JC nodded. "Ok, I'll be right outside the door. You holler if you need me. Ok?"

"I will Justin."

The doctor waited until he was certain Justin couldn't here and then asked"How long has this been going on?"

JC looked at the doctor with confusion, "What?"

"How long has this abuse been going on?"