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Love On Display	By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Bon Jovi Views: 2466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Bon Jovi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Richie wrinkled his nose against the smell of disinfectant that hung heavily in the air. He sighed softly and looked around the stark white room. He'd been sitting quietly next to Jon for a couple of hours, the younger man's hand loosely in his while he slept. He ran his free hand over his face as he looked down again at Jon, frowning at the bruising that stood out from his pale skin. One of Jon's arms was broken and lay across his chest in a plaster cast; the one that was in Richie's hand was connected to a drip, and a pulse monitor and… other various things that Richie didn't recognise.

Pneumonia, the doctor had said. Could have died. The words rolled around Richie's head and he moaned under his breath. He felt it was his fault; he helped lose Jon his job and flat; hadn't been able to find him.

He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut to block it out. "It's not your fault," his mom had told him and he wanted to believe her, desperately wanted it to be true, but… Wanting to believe Joan, Richie took a deep breath and turned his attention back to Jon, smiling when sleepy blue eyes met his.

"Hey," Richie whispered, grin growing as Jon smiled weakly back at him. "How you feeling?"

"Where?" Jon croaked, another fit of coughing leaving him breathless and thankful for the oxygen mask over his face. Richie handed him a glass of water, pulling the oxygen mask off and holding him up as he sipped the drink. "Thanks," Jon replied, voice stronger. He lay back down, placed the mask back over his face and looked around the room again. "Hospital?" He asked.

Richie nodded. "Yeah. You… uhmm… My mom found you passed out on the doorstep. Doctor says you've got pneumonia and your arm is broken. " He gestured at Jon's chest and almost burst out laughing at the confused look on Jon's face as the younger man looked down at the cast. "What happened, Jon?"

Jon opened his mouth to reply but yawned instead, his eyes sliding closed as he slumped back against the bed. He forced his eyes open again and apologised to Richie.

Richie shook his head. "Don't worry about it. You go back to sleep, I'll still be here when you wake up."

"You mean that?" Jon whispered. "You… you won't leave?"

"Not if you don't me to," Richie promised.

"Thanks," Jon smiled and Richie was struck by how young he looked, lying there in the bed. He squeezed Jon's hand gently, the pressure returned by Jon, relaxing as he drifted off. "Richie?"

"Thought you were asleep," Richie laughed.

"Uhmm, yeah. I just wanted to… doesn't matter."

"What is it, Jon?"

"Uhmm… my mom?" Jon asked hopefully and nibbled on his lower lip, eyes misting with tears.

Richie took a deep breath. "I phoned her, managed to tell her you were in hospital, but… " He sighed and broke eye contact, gaze dropping his hands. "She hung up before I could tell her where."

"Oh." Jon swallowed hard, biting down on his lower lip in an effort to keep himself from crying, but it didn't work. Tears started coursing down his cheeks until he was sobbing hard, shaking from the force of them.

"Oh, Jon…. No, don't cry." Richie let go of Jon's hand and sat on the edge of the bed, lifting Jon up and pulling him close. The younger man rested his head on Richie's shoulder and wrapped his arms around him, clinging to him as he cried. Richie ran his fingers through Jon's hair. "Hey, come on, it'll be ok."

Jon shook his head but didn't pull away. "No it won't," he sniffed. He wiped his tears away with one hand. "Why… Why don't they love me anymore, Richie? I thought… they're my mom and dad and… I love them and I thought I loved Tom but I miss my mom and… " He broke off, thin shoulders shaking as he coughed again, still not releasing his grip on Richie. "I want my mom, Richie," he whispered, fresh tears falling.

Richie's heart broke and he held Jon closer, cupping the back of his skull, before lying him back down on the bed. "I'll go call her again," he decided and rose to his feet.

"No, don't go, please. Don't… don't leave me, Richie." Jon's breath caught in his chest before speeding up again and he shook his head, grabbing Richie's hand. "Stay, please."

Richie nodded and sank back down in the chair. "OK," he agreed, thumb rubbing over the back of Jon's hand. "I won't go anywhere," he reassured Jon. "But you need to calm down, ok?"

Jon nodded and took a deep breath. "Thanks," he smiled weakly, brushing away a few tears that still clung to his eyelashes. "Umm… could you… uh… " He looked up and met Richie's eyes. "Hold me?" He begged softly. "Please?"

Richie nodded again and stood up. "Scoot over." He waited for Jon to move over before climbing into the bed with Jon and pulling him between his legs.

Jon sighed quietly and relaxed against Richie, his back against the other man's chest, head on his shoulder. He curled up against him, burying his face in Richie's neck. He opened his mouth to speak but only managed another jaw-breaking yawn. "Sorry, " he whispered.

Richie wrapped his arms around Jon. "Don't be," He told Jon. "You need to sleep to get better, and I'll still be here when you wake up."

The soft snuffled sound of Jon's breathing as he fell asleep was the only reply as he ran his fingers through Jon's hair, holding him as he slept.

Richie groaned as he slowly woke up, rolling his neck to ease the stiffness he could feel settling in. He blinked, not recognising the room he was in and not knowing why he'd woken up when it was still dark. One of his arms was numb and he started to stretch when he was stopped by the violent shaking of the thin body curled up again him, shakes caused by another painful coughing fit.

His hand moved to Jon's back, rubbing it in soothing circletil til the coughs subsided and Jon was left weak and clinging to Richie, gulping in great lungfuls of air through the oxygen mask. Tears streamed down Jon's face and he was still trembling, his breathing shallow and wheezy.

"Jon?" Richie's hand slid up to rub the back of Jon's neck and through his hair in an effort to calm him. "You ok? You... uhmm... want me to get the doctor?"

Jon shook his head. "No," he whispered, curling tighter against Richie. He fell silent again, relaxing against Richie, his eyes sliding closed. Richie reached down and brushed the tears from Jon's cheeks, swallowing hard when Jon leaned into his touch. He reminded himself that Jon was probably just seeking comfort. Jon sighed softly and stretched out against Richie, pillowing his head on the older man's shoulder, the oxygen mask hanging loosely around his neck.

"Jon?"

"Hmm… s'nice," Jon purred, rolling his neck.

Richie smiled. "What is?"

Jon looked up at him and grinned lightly. "This."

Richie felt his heart leap into his mouth as Jon caught his eyes. They grinned at each other, and Richie cupped Jon's cheek in his hand as he leaned closer and brushed his lips over Jon's. He pulled back and searched Jon's eyes, and, seeing nothing other than wonder, dipped his head back down and kissed the younger man again, with more confidence this time.

The kiss broke and Jon's tongue darted out to wet his lips. "I…" He was interrupted by a light knock on the door. Blushing, heked ked up, grin fading when he saw David, Tico and Alec standing in the doorway, watching them with amused expressions on their faces.
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