TW: MORE BRIEF MENTIONS OF BLOOD
They were there for another day and a half or so. Damien was no longer considered dehydrated and was taken off of the IV, finally able to keep things in his stomach. His nasogastric tube was taken out and food was reintroduced slowly with small meals and snacks throughout the day. Shayne periodically napped in his visitor chair, refusing to leave his side except to go to the bathroom. Damien now had 5 stitches in the back of his head where he had hit the tile shower bench, and Shayne couldn't help but laugh at his friend, groaning about his new old man bald spot. They were approved for discharge by mid afternoon and Ian booked them an evening flight with an overnight connector in Dallas, the only route they could take if they didn't want to wait 4 days for the next available seats.
They ordered an Uber to the airport and caught the first flight out at 10:30pm, or 7:30 California time. As soon as they boarded the plane, Damien used his jacket as a blanket and slumped over, asleep against the window. Shayne grabbed his phone to text the group before they got in the air, and as he did, Damien shifted and settled his head on his shoulder. He tried his best not to laugh. He knew that if Damien was awake he would be freaking out and apologizing, but for now, he was at peace, and he didn't want to ruin that.
He took a picture of the both of them and sent it to the group chat.
Shayne: Got him. Cali bound.
He was about to fall asleep himself when he felt his phone buzzing, new messages coming in from everybody.
Kimmy: You guys are so adorable :)
Noah: Yay! Glad he's okay!
Ify: How're you both doing now?
Shayne: Better, at least. He's got a bald spot like an old man on the back of his head. They had to shave it to put in the stitches
Keith: Jeez
Noah: What for?
Shayne: He passed out in the shower at one point, doesn't remember it but hit his head on the tile bench that was in there, like where you put your shampoos and shit. Nice hotel but not when it's covered in blood
Keith: Did he need a transfusion? Sounds serious
Shayne: Thankfully not, the IV drip gave him enough fluids to build his supply back up. There was more vomit in the room than blood. Like a murder scene but with bile
Olivia: That's nasty
Shayne: You're nasty
Sarah: He looks so sweet, all snuggled up there ♥️
Kimmy: Oh god, I can't get over the cuddles. I wasn't on board with the Shaymien ship before but I sure as hell am now, who's boarding with me?
Sarah: Me!
Courtney: Definitely me
Keith: Yeah sure, why the hell not 😂
Noah: I always thought y'all were gay for eachother anyways
Shayne: I'm whooping all of your asses as soon as we land in California.
Ian: As soon as he joined the team I knew he was your GILF 🙃
Ify: The hell is a GILF?
Ian: Guy I'd like to fuck. Everyone has a dude they're attracted to, admit it Ify
Ify: Well I mean, yeah. Don't know if I'd fuck him.
Shayne: Guys!! No one is fucking anybody! We're both exhausted and we're gonna be taking off soon so I gotta peace out anyway. You're all losers
Olivia: Goodnight you sexy boys
Ian: Have a good flight!
Jackie: Wait!! Do you at least think he's attractive, Shayne? I'm not leaving this group chat until you admit it! We all know he is!
He rubbed his eyes and typed the words that he silently agreed with.
Shayne: He's hot as fuck, now leave us be 🖕🏼
Jackie: Yes!! Night guys!
Saige: I'm confused by this entire conversation, but have a safe flight ✌🏼
Noah: See ya!
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