Mio Amore Rosso

Just us

Jason's POV

The last couple of hours had been a haze. A blur of doctors and nurses rushing in and out, taking vitals and changing bandages.

It was making me nauseous, but the one constant it seemed, was Tim. He sat beside me, holding my hand and talking to me.

Even though half the time I wasn't comprehending what he was saying, I appreciated it more than he knew.

When my vision started to clear and I could finally make out more than just the general shape of things, I realized Tim was fiddling with the ring I gave him. He moved it around on the chain, watching the light catch on the silver band. I couldn't help but smile.

That symbolized our promise to always be together. To always love each other.

He was so perfect. Tim. My Tim. The love I never thought I'd find in this lifetime, but there he is, sitting just a few feet away from me.

He looked exhausted, but he was still so beautiful. I knew no matter how long and hard I thought about it, I can say without a doubt, I'd never met someone quite so stunning.

Everything about him excited me. It drew me in like a moth to a flame. The way his eyes glazed over when he zoned out, a far off look taking over his features. The way he worried his bottom lip between his teeth while deep in thought. How his hair seemed to spill down over his ears and jaw like water.

No man or woman could compare to his features.

I felt the tears in my eyes right before I sniffled, feeling my shoulders tense up and tighten uncomfortably against the hospital bed.

The memories of the events that caused me to end up here, were finally coming through clearer then I'd like. Hitting me undeniably harsh with a sense of reality.

Like a crowbar to the face.

Tim was leaning over me a second later, rubbing the tears from my cheeks and frowning. His own eyes were filled with tears as he cupped my cheeks, heaving in a pained breath as he watched me. "You're okay Jason. You're okay. I'm here."

When my hand moved up to his cheek, he grabbed it, turning it slightly in his hand and placing a kiss on my palm.

He held his lips there for a moment before pulling away with a heavy sigh, his eyes still seemed heavy with lack of sleep, but they held something else too. Relief maybe.

He was still whispering words to me, but my mind tuned him out. I asked the one question that had been bouncing around in my head since I first started to wake up.

"D-damian?" It wasn't necessarily the question I'd intended, but Tim understood what I was asking and nodded.

"He's okay too. He was in shock for a bit, but he's just resting now." Tim seemed shaken, but just smiled at me, keeping his eyes on mine as he combed his fingers through my hair.

Something seemed different. Not in a bad way, but something about his presence seemed...urgent.

It was comforting to have him so close, to have his skin against mine, even if it was simply his hand in mine. It was perfect, but I couldn't help the unnerving feeling in my gut when his eyes moved away, looking nervous suddenly.

"Tim?" My eyebrows furrowed and I sucked in a breath, ignoring the harsh scratch in my throat that caused my voice to sound and feel dry and cracked.

Something was wrong. Something was bothering him more than the accident, more than mine or Damian's current state of health.

I knew that face, whatever he was about to tell me, I wouldn't like it. "Tim...talk to me." My voice came out barely above a whisper and maybe the pain that sounded in it was the only reason Tim nodded.

Either way he was now focusing on putting words in the right order so he could tell me what was wrong.

After a moment he sighed and just held my hand tightly in both of his. "Roy said you wouldn't take this very well, but just remember you're recovering okay. Just, don't get too upset."

My face scrunched in confusion and I could feel my pulse rising even before the beeping on the machine behind me caught up, beeping at a faster speed.

"Your father's here. Roy says he wants to help catch the guys that did this." As Tim talked, I felt my blood run cold.

I waited for hot rage to build up inside me, but it never did. Maybe it was whatever pain meds they had me on. Either way, I wanted to be pissed, I wanted to be angry and yell and lash out, but with Tim looking so small beside me, pleading with me to just rest and heal, I simply nodded.

There was nothing I could do about it now anyway. He's not in the room with me, Tim is. Tim's the one beside me, comforting me and telling me everything's gonna be okay.

If my father wants to take down the thugs that did this, I guess it would be dumb and a waste of time to stop him. If he did this, then maybe he'd finally leave me alone.

Maybe he just needed this one last thing as his way to make up for what he did.

It did make me angry to think that he thought just this alone would be enough, but I stayed still, looking calm and collected as Tim kissed my forehead.

He was still shaken and I knew today had been harder on him than anyone else.

I'd almost lost him once, but I knew to him, losing me would be far worse. My heart clenched at the thought of leaving him. Of being taken from him. Unwillingly or not. I couldn't let that happen. Not now, not ever. He was my light. My calm. My peace.

My Amore Rosso.

"Tim. Look at me." His eyes snapped to mine, furrowing curiously at the soft tone I used. "I don't wanna think about him...I wanna think about us. About you. God Tim, I love you so much." A smile twitched at my lips as I watched his cheeks flush and his eyes widen.

Even after saying it so many times, I loved that only I could make him look like this. Like an awe stuck teen.

He let out a soft laugh. It was airy and light hearted. His troubles seemed to melt away as he grabbed my face and crashed his lips onto mine.

It didn't take me long at all to return the kiss. Pulling him down against me and holding the back of his head gently.

As we continued to kiss, I felt all my worry leave me. All my doubt and frustration melt away. Tim did this to me. He does this to me. He's the only one that can.

If I'm being honest, it feels a bit like magic. His touch, his hold, his lips and skin, all made me feel like someone else. Someone better. I never wanted to feel any other way.

I was addicted to him. And I was more than okay with it. Cause I knew that no matter what, something, maybe fate or destiny, made us meet that night at the club. It pushed me to go over and introduce myself to a random stranger.

I wasn't a spontaneous person, but I was so glad I was that night.

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I knew I said I was taking a break, but this just came to me so here you go hehe.

Also, for those who asked, a pic of Tim's ring.

You're welcome. ;P