Spring Rolls





“Brian!” Justin woke with a start, feeling a little weird inside.

“Yes, Sunshine,” Brian answered, patting Justin’s hand to comfort him.

“Do you mind calling for Chinese?”

“I don’t mind.”

“I’m in the mood for roast pork fried rice.”

“Whatever you want, Sunshine.”

“And maybe some Lo Mein?”

“If you’d like.”

“What are you going to get?”

“I haven’t decided.”

“Okay.” Justin closed his eyes and napped.

“Brian, this bed feels funny,” Justin said when he awoke and rubbed one hand over the stiff sheets.

“In what way?”

“The sheets are wrong.”

“They are what they are, Sunshine.”

“We’re not in the loft, are we?”

“No.”

“Where are we!?” Justin asked in panic.

“Shhh, we’re in the hospital.”

“Hospital? Are you okay?” Justin was still a bit foggy from the anesthesia.

“I’m fine but you gave us a scare.”

“I did? What happened?”

“Appendicitis. But everything’s good now. You’re good. I’ll take you home in a few days.”

“Brian, will they let you stay?” Justin whispered as his eyes focused and darted around the room. He was afraid to be alone.

“No need to whisper, Sunshine. The only way they’ll move me is with a crowbar.”

“Thank you, Brian.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“Uh, so I guess Chinese food is out.”

“Yup, you’re on liquids for today. But I did send out for something, with the doc’s approval, of course.” Brian held up a small container.

“Is that...?”

“Soup. And if you’re a good boy and finish it all up, you can have dessert.”

“Lemon bars?”

“Good try, Sunshine. But I’ll see if I can rustle up a lemon Jell-O.”

“Yum. So no spring rolls.”

“Not tonight, but I promise when you’re all better you may have whatever you wish. Within reason.” Justin was getting sleepy again but he managed a smile.

“Does that include you?” Justin whispered as he fell into a peaceful sleep; his hand clasping Brian’s. A little smirk on his face.

“Within reason,” Brian said as he kept vigil while Justin slept.

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