Brian did in fact wake up to a not so pleasant feeling in his legs. He lifted the sheet and saw that a huge odd-shaped pillow was wrapped around his lower half. Both legs were strapped to it up to his groin; to keep from moving his hip out of place. 
"What the fuck," he said to no one. He buzzed for a nurse.

Emmett pranced in and shut the light off the call button.

"Morning Sweetie, what can I get for you?"

"You can get me a fucking pee bottle!" he scoffed.

"Oh, sure thing honey" Em said.

Brian added, "And something strong for this pain."

It was soon approaching seven-thirty a.m.

Justin walked into Mr. Kinney's room to find him asleep. He stared at him for a few moments. He had never seen a man more beautiful in his life, he thought. He wasn't happy to have to wake him up.

Just then, Emmett pranced in. "Hey Justin, what are you doing here so early?"

Justin said, "I thought I would get started a little earlier with this patient. I have a feeling he's going to wear me down in more ways than one."

They both laughed.

" I hear ya, sweetie." Em said.

"Hey, Em weren't you supposed to go to see your friend Shelly in New York?"

"Yeah, I was but this was his weekend to work, so we are going to get together another time."

"Well, if I were you I'd stay away from Daphne."

Justin laughed.

Em had a puzzled look on his face. 

"You will have to ask her," Justin said. 

"Mr. Kinney, Mr. Kinney," Justin touched his shoulder ever so gently.

Without opening his eyes, Brian said, "Do you think you two girls could talk about me later. Pain, I'm in fucking pain."

"I have it right here, Em said. Don't be a grumpy puss."

Brian took the offered medicine ignoring the comment.

Throwing back the light blanket and sheet, his morning wood was fully exposed. Justin's dick responded with a pronounced jerk, knowing his patient saw it.

Brian grinned, while Justin looked away.

That's strange, Brian thought, He's straight. 

He shook away the image of the blonde.

Brian sighed with relief, handing Emmett the almost full bottle.

Justin glanced at his watch. His patient's breakfast would be arriving soon. He wanted to get Brian in a sitting position to speak with him about his therapy.

"Mr. Kinney, Emmett and I are going to help you get out of bed and onto the chair. I'm going to unstrap your legs to see how you feel standing up. Keep your legs close together.

Both men held Brian on either side.

He stood up.

Brian felt like he was floating.

Justin sensed that, quickly getting him into the chair. 

"You might feel a little dizzy, Justin said , that is to be expected.

Now, relax. I'll be back in a few minutes so we can talk."

"Hurry up before I turn thirty-one," Brian said.

Justin just rolled his eyes at Emmett.

"Are you always such a drama queen?" the nurse said. 

Brian didn't answer, but if looks could kill...

Justin was ready to leave, when his best friend came in the room.

"Hi, Daph, Why are you playing waitress?" he said.

She flashed him a supercilious grin. 

She sent a scowl in Emmett's direction.

"Daph, what's eating you." Em said.

Daphne replied through gritted teeth. "We will discuss this matter, LATER." 

"The hospital was short staffed this weekend, so I'm helping out, bringing some of the patients their trays of food." she answered.

"Good morning!" she said cheerfully, smiling. " A scrambled egg, white toast with a lots of butter, prune juice and a little carafe of tea with extra cream." 

"Enjoy, Mr. Kinney. Can I get you anything else? "

Brian stared at her in disbelief.

"Yes, you can, get this offending shit away from me, before I get the dry heaves." 

Daphne giggled.

"Mr. Kinney, What's the matter, you don't like our hospital food?"

"If I wanted scat for breakfast, I would call a scat queen."

He pushed the tray away.

"There is enough fat and cholesterol here to kill a small family."

Em, Justin and Daphne were covering their mouths to mask their amusement. He berated all three of them. "I'm so glad you think it's funny, my suffering is your enjoyment." 

"Now, who do I have to blow to get a triple, nonfat latte?" he said staring at his sinewy therapist.

Em flashed him a grin, hoping for a blow job. Brian ignored the look on his nurse.

Justin thought he had an idea what his patient wanted. He pressed the number on the phone for the dietitian.

"Food service" the voice said over the phone.

"Hey, it's Justin. Could you bring me another breakfast tray up to Mr. Kinney's room." 

"Sure thing, Mr. Taylor, what will it be?" 

Brian looked at him while he ordered his food. Stunned. "Egg whites, scrambled, whole wheat toast, dry, carafe of hot black coffee, no cream." 

Brian interjected, "Tell them to bring extra sugar, small guava juice and a creatine shake."

"Extra sugar, please. Also, bring up some fresh-squeezed orange juice. That's all for now, thanks."

"Sorry, he shrugged his shoulders, they are fresh out of guava juice." 

"Thank you anyway, Mr. Taylor," Brian wined.

Brian finished his breakfast. He had to admit it wasn't so bad.

Blondie knew what he liked, thats weird, he thought. 

Justin came back in the room with two cups of black coffee. 

Brian noticed that Justin was trying hard not to show the pain in his leg.

He handed one to Brian, then pulled up a chair. "I thought you could use a refill ," 

"Thank you, he said as he smiled at the blonde. 

"Do you mind if I ask a few questions before we start." 

"Sure, I encourage my patients to ask me about their treatment." 

Brian exhaled out a breath. "Are you married?"

Justin looked up from the chart he'd been writing in. "Mr. Kinney, I fail to see what this has to do with your therapy."

"You did say I could ask questions, you didn't specify which ones." Brian grinned.

"Mr. Kinney," the blonde started to say. "Brian, he said, please call me by my name. I feel so old when you call me Mr."

"Okay, Brian."

Their eyes met again.

Justin looked him right in the eyes.

"You are going to use my own words against me, aren't you, Brian."

Smiling at him he said, "Uh huh." 

Justin put his pen down.

"Well, then, I guess you leave me no choice, fire away." 

"I repeat, Are you married?"

"Hell, no."

"Do you have any kids?"

" I plan to someday." 

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Justin laughed at that.

"Yes, if you count Daphne, we have been friends since we where children."

Justin said, "Now can we talk about you?" 

"One more question, I promise." 

"Go ahead, but this is the last answer I'm giving you."

Justin was laughing.

What happened to you that you have a limp?"

Justin stared at him with unshed tears in his eyes. 

The smile dropped from his beautiful face. He hadn't expected that. 

"It's a long story," he answered. 

Brian sat straighter in his chair and said, " I'm not going anywhere," then waited for the answer.

"Are you sure you want to hear it, It's not very pretty?" "I tend to forget about that night." 

Brian looked at him with concern. "Would I have asked if I didn't want to know?"

Justin nodded, "Okay, Don't say I didn't warn you."

"I was 18 years old. I just graduated from high school. He paused, My... my so called friend at the time, was in this gang that protected fags.

It was called the Pink Posse. He didn't like straight people at all, hated, is a better word. 

One night he asked if I wanted to get something to eat, and I said sure. We ate, then he asked what did I have planned for the night."

I answered, "Nothing special." He said, "I can change that." 

Then he grabbed me by the shirt and yanked me towards his car.

"I tried to protest, but he said, c'mon it will be fun."

I told him I didn't like what he was doing. He promised me there wouldn't be any violence. Of course, he lied."

We drove to the other side of town.

We got out in front of this fancy club, the music was blaring, we could hear it from the outside. He wanted to go in, I said no fucking way. 

They're were people going in and out. 

One couple was just about to pass us, when..." 

"Justin...Justin." Brian said.

Suddenly all the blood drained from the blonde's face.

Brian shook him. "Are you okay, if you want to stop..." 

"No, it's just been a long time since I thought about it, trying to forget."

"Cody." He took a deep breath, Cody Bell was his name."

Justin visibly started to shake a bit.

"He moved towards me and pressed his lips to mine, holding me tight, so I couldn't move." 

"He was putting on a show for the man and woman who came out of the club." 

We heard the man say, "You're disgusting... Why don't you go were your kind hangs out like Liberty Avenue, Fucking Fagots" 

The man looked closer at me. 

"TAYLOR, Is that you?" 

I couldn't move. I stood there frozen.

It was Hobbs, Chris Hobbs, a guy I went to school with.

He made my life miserable every day."

Brian asked, "Why did he dislike you so much?"

Brian began shifting in the chair. Justin noticed it right away.

"You're in pain, aren't you." Brian lied.

He didn't want Justin to stop talking. " I'm fine. Keep going..."

"No, You're in pain."

Justin buzzed for Emmett. 

"I'm fine, really. I have a high pain tolerance." 

"Do you really think I can't tell when one of my patient's are in pain?"

Emmett came in the room. 

Justin said, "Em help me get Brian back in bed."

Brian was protesting.

"Brian, I think I know what's best for you...he stuttered, I mean best for my patients."

Brian raised an eyebrow.

Justin asked Em if it was time for his patient's pain meds.

Emmett checked the chart and said. "Yes, he was due for them a half an hour ago." 

"Em make sure Mr. Kinney gets them on time from now on. I don't want him to have any discomfort when we start the physical part of his therapy."

Brian gave him an expressive grin.

Justin blushed yet again, realizing Brian caught the double meaning.

Justin checked the time. He had to see his next patient.

*Shit, thinking to himself, he didn't want to leave. He was enjoying Brian's company, not to mention the man was fucking hot.* 

Emmett said," It won't happen again." handing Brian water and his pills.

Justin was pulling up Brian's covers, after fixing the pillow back in place.

Brian said, "Now you can continue. I'm feeling much better now that I'm back in bed."

"No, Justin said. I want you to rest. I'll be back."

Brian asked," "When? you can't leave me hanging like that."

Justin had a few more patient's to tend to then he was free for the rest of the day.

"If you're a good boy, I'll come visit you tonight, after my rounds before I head home." 

Brian said, "I 'M ALWAYS good."

Justin flashed him a big grin.

"Rest, I'll see you later, AND don't give anyone a hard time." 

"I promise, I'll be good." 

Justin laughed and left the room.

He didn't want to admit it to himself that he was excited to come back and spend time with Brian. He wanted to get to know him better. Hell, Justin wanted to kiss and taste that perfect mouth.

Tbc...