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Feeling that Way	By : KayleighSiobhan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 5125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the members of Journey. This story is completely a work of fiction. There is no truth to it. I make NO money from this story.

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Greg tried to lay still on the Emergency Room table. He struggled to concentrate on something, a song lyric, a piano piece, a happy memory with Steve. Anything to keep at bay the thoughts of the nightmare he had just went through. Nothing was helping much though. And at this point he felt as his body was just as violated and exposed as it had been in that house. An IV infused into his left arm. He knew from the conversation he heard vaguely floating around him that he had been given something to relax him. He had been resisting being examined by the hospital staff, they had said. He really wasn’t trying to resist it was just a natural reaction to more unwanted eyes on him, hands touching him, and strange things being done to his body. He whimpered as he felt himself being swabbed and probed with a soft but detached voice saying “Relax, relax, I am not trying to hurt you. “ His mind flashed back to the day when Mark had examined Steve and Steve begged Gregg to stop him. He looked to me to protect him, Greg thought, and I failed him. Well at least he was paying for his mistakes along with Steve, Gregg reflected, though it did not really lessen his guilt in any way. In fact right now he desperately wanted to see Steve, the two had been separated at the hospital. Because of the severe beating Steve had endured, he had to go for Xrays, and to be assessed by an internist. The doctor had promised that they could see each other as soon as they were both stabilized and admitted to the floor. Gregg also knew that Herbie and Steve’s mother had been contacted and were on their way to the hospital. But none of that mattered, because Gregg had never felt as alone in his life as he did right now.
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The ride to the hospital seemed to take forever. Neal was in the passenger seat of Herbie’s Lincoln with Marv and Mary following in the family car. The two men didn’t talk much till finally Neal spoke up saying “ I just want to see them, I need to know they are both safe and this nightmare is really over. “ Herbie said “ Well Mark is dead and so is the bastard who helped him … and apparently raped Gregg. “ Not sure though if that is enough to make it “over” for them.” Neal said “ I know you will probably hate me for this but I don’t care what happens with the band, I mean business wise, I don’t care if I ever play another concert or sell another album, I just want Gregg and Steve to be OK, to be able to put this behind them and be happy together. “Herbie laughed but it was not a happy sound. He said “ Well Neal, I never thought I would say this, but I feel the same way. Screw the music business. Just let them come back to us and have a chance to be whole.
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Sheriff Rossi unlocked his front door and walked into his living room. Illaria was dozing on the couch but she jumped up immediately and went to him. She looked at him. He had pulled his uniform shirt off as he got out of the car and was wearing his vest over a undershirt. At her questioning stare he said “ It had blood on it. “ He thought to himself not only blood, but sweat and vomit that came from holding the fragile, battered Steve in his arms. His wife had tears in her eyes when she asked “ The young men, Steve and Gregg, are they …? “ “I rescued them,” he told her, “ they are on the way to the hospital. The blood is from Steve’s kidnapper. I shot him, he is dead. The other abductor ran and he fell off a cliff. He died instantly from a broken neck. So neither one of them will hurt anyone again. “ He pulled the woman who had been his life for the last 30 years into his arms. She said “What can I do for you honey ? “ He said “ I want to take a shower then sleep for about a week. Feel like taking a nap with me in the middle of the day like when we were wild newly weds. Her only answer was a gentle kiss. As their lips broke contact , Rossi gathered his wife close to him. He held her tight as his eyes fell on a large photo of Mathew that hung on the wall. Michael had generously given it to them, it had been taken about a month before their son’s death. He was wearing a jeans jacket, his waist length dark hair shimmering in the sun setting behind him, as he sat on the rocky coast line. His eyes glowed with happiness at Michael ,who was behind the camera. Rossi had seen the same glow in Gregg and Steve’s eyes when they looked at each other. Rossi had saved them, he had that to hold onto. But he would have given anything to had the opportunity to see that light in his son’s eyes in person, not just through the lens of the camera. He buried his face in his wife’s soft thick hair and began to cry.
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Steve’s body and mind were so exhausted his had basically shut down. He was intermittently aware of bright lights and voices and medical personnel tending to him. He was moved from an exam room to a Xray to a procedure room before he was turned over to a RN and her assistant. The two got Steve cleaned up and dressed in a hospital gown. He answered questions when asked ,spoke when someone spoke to him. But beyond that he only wanted two things, Gregg and sleep. A tube ran into his vein, providing necessary nutrients, fluids, and antibiotics. All this to repair his body, to fight infection, and to help him relax and to sleep. But the only thing he really needed them to provide was Gregg. For he needed to see him, to touch him, and that was when his healing- and Gregg’s- would really begin.
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Mary and Marv sit in the waiting room with Herbie and Neal. It had been an eternity of waiting it seemed but had really only been about two hours. Mary reflected back on the day she had waited for Steve to be born. The long day of labor, pains and pushing, wanting only to hear Steve’s tiny cries. The sound that would acknowledge to the world that he had arrived safely and was ready to start a life full of love, joy, and adventure, and achievements. Finally a white coated young man, a stranger came and told them that Gregg had been settled in his room. He was heavily sedated but would they like to see him. Neal immediately volunteered as did Herbie, and they went to the musician’s bedside, telling the couple to wait for news about Steve. So they sat, the vigil continuing.
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Gregg was groggy but was struggling to stay awake to touch base with his own people, he needed his friends, his family, but especially his lover. He became aware of Neal and Herbie leaning over the bed, and Neal’s warm hand, his fingers calloused by years of guitar playing, slipping into Gregg’s. Herbie not being an man who would show his emotions easy, actually became choked up. He stayed long enough to reassure Gregg that he was safe, that the bad men were dead and he and Steve would be alright now. Neal on the other hand firmly attached himself to Gregg’s side. He pulled a chair up next to the bed and wrapped himself in blanket prepared to spend the night with the keyboardist and with Steve also, when he was finally brought to the room also. At one point when Gregg was wide awake it seemed, Neal spoke to him, stroking his hair, and rubbing his hand between both of his. Neal l told him “ You know when I was a kid, my parents kind of gave up on me, just let me go my own way. I was not close to my family. Then I met you Gregg and suddenly I had a big brother. Someone to look after me, to be interested in me, to be by my side when I was in trouble, to share the good things that happened, the fun times. You will always be family to me and I will be there for you as you were for me. Me, that silly delinquent high school drop out, that just wanted to jam with Santana. “ Gregg didn’t answered verbally but his eyes acknowledged Neal’s words and he held on tight.
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At long last Steve was brought to the room. He looked over and seen a bushy afro sticking out of the top of a blanket, as Neal dozed in the chair pushed close to Gregg’s bed. He seen his mother and stepfather by his side, his mother’s face tired, aged by fear and sadness. He hated the fact that he had caused that look. He felt guilty that she had experienced such pain related to him, even though he had no choice in the matter. Mark was at fault, not him. But Mary’s agony was over what her son, her only child had experienced.
Mary looked at her boy, memorizing every detail of his face, his body. She looked for changes, ways the rape had altered him. Maybe no one else could see them but a mother could, she always would be able to. He looked at her, reading her, and finally with his voice weak and sleep filled he said “I am alright Mommy, it is over. And I love you so much !”
Gregg’s eyes opened at Steve’s words. He looked at Steve then tried to move, tried to get loose from the covers and the lethargy. Neal started to stand up but Steve said “ I am here Gregg, it is OK, we are safe. The bad people are dead, they are never coming back. You protected me the best you could, you always did. And I will love you forever for it. Rest now, for we have the rest of our lives together. “Unable to fight the sedatives any longer first Gregg drifted into a deep sleep. Quickly, Steve followed him.
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Illaria Rossi laid next to her sleeping husband. It was getting late, well past sunset. She had held him while he cried, then after his shower rested along side of him in the bed while he was in a deep slumber. She was going to go downstairs and fix a light meal to satisfy and sustain them both. She would wake him then and they would sit at the kitchen table. He would often talk about his work, cases he had solved, people he had helped. But this time it was different, she knew there was something that happened over the last two days that had changed him forever.
She then thought about another young man her husband had told her about. Fragile and alone, whose parents made the same mistake her husband had. She wondered if knowing what fate had befell Adrian, what a brutal act he endured, would they feel differently. Would knowing how close they came to loosing him change them. Then she focused on Steve’s mother, how she loved her son unconditionally, accepted hundred percent of who he was. Illaria would never get a chance to give Matthew that again but maybe she could give it another one who needed it. She slipped quietly out of bed to fix her husband first home cooked meal in days and planned how she was going to approach him with her idea. And how tomorrow she would go and meet Adrian for the first time.
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