***Couple hours later***

Justin and the guys all leave the room. The doctor heads down to the gift shop to see if they have any wraps or know where a pharmacy is nearby.

I look over at JC, "Man....why don't you go back to sleep? You look like death warmed over."

"Thanks. I feel sooooo much better now."

"Hey, I was just kidding man. You really look like you could use several hours of sleep. I'm gonna hang around here and mess with some lyrics, why don't you go to sleep for a while. I promise I won't make too much noise."

"Yeah, I could use some sleep. Still feel like I was hit by a truck." He smiles.

"Man...No...I'm not going there."

He looks at me, "What? What's wrong?"

"Well...I was thinking you might want to clean some of that blood off but...." I blush.

"But what?"

"Well....It's not like you can stand long enough to take a shower."

"True." He blushes and ducks his head.

I jump up in excitement, "I got it. You can't take a shower but you could take a bath. You like the water really hot or just warm?"

He's quite for a minute, "I think I'll go for the really hot, that way I can soak for a bit."

"Great," I head into the bathroom. "I'll be right out." I go in look around the bathroom, grab some towels, a washrag, and the little basket of complementary shampoo, conditioner and crap off the counter and set it near the tub. I start the water and run it a bit til it gets hot, then head out to get JC. "You ready?" I stop in my tracks as I'm met with him sitting on the edge of the bed struggling to get his shirt over his head.

JC looks up and gives a weak smile, "Could you help me get this damn thing off?"

I walk over to the bed, "Sure. You gonna be ok in there by yourself?"

"Yeah, I should be. Just can't get there on my own."

I strip him down to just his boxers, "There, ready?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"It's not a problem."

I help him into the bathroom, pull his boxers off (blushing profusely) and then help him into the tub. He sits down in the tub, with a bit of effort and some support on his back from me, he leans back and closes his eyes.

"Mmmm." He smiles, "Thanks for all the help man."

"Well...I'd like to think you'd do the same if the tables were turned." I say as my eyes wander down his lean body, taking in all the bruises and marks on his body. "Man...What'd he hit you with anyway?"

He opens his eyes, "What?"

"Lance? What'd he hit you with? His hands couldn't have done all that damage." I blush again.

He looks puzzled for a minute, "I don't know. I don't remember much about it. Just the yelling at the beginning and then Chris and Justin, I'm assuming, pulling him off of me. I think I blacked out."

"Well...Look at yourself. He had to have had something in his hands when he hit you." I state. I pick the washrag up off the floor, "I'm surprised none of these sting. They look like they hurt like hell." I dip the washrag into the water and hand it to him, "You gonna be ok or you want me to stay?"

He starts running the washrag across his stomach, "Um...You think you could do my legs? I don't think I can reach them by myself." His face turns beat red, "Man...Do you feel as awkward as I do right now?"

I chuckle, "Yeah...Actually I feel very awkward. I've never helped another man take a bath before."

"Well," he smiles. "I've never had another guy help me, so I guess we're both in the same boat."

"Yeah, I guess." I take the washrag, put more soap on it, then lift one of his legs and start scrubbing. He starts squirming, "Man...You gotta be still or you're gonna slip."

"Dude...That tickles." He giggles.

I look at his face, "Sorry. I didn't..."

He reaches a hand up to my face, "It's ok." He trails the back of his hand down my jawline then drops his hand and turns his face away.

"JC?" I start, "What's..." I stop when I see the tears running down his face. "What? Did I hit a tender spot?"

He sniffles a bit, "No."

"Then what's the matter?"

"Nothing. I think I should probably get out now."

"But we haven't done your hair yet. We gotta get your hair clean, it's all matted with blood."

"Fine," he whispers as his body goes limp and what little light was shining in his eyes went out.

I finish washing him up, lift him from the tub and carry him back to the bed, "JC? Please talk to me. Come on. What is it?"