Authors note :/: ok I'm addicted to writing this story I just wanna write MORE I NEES MORE :/:

Jordan's PoV
"Your ok" I cry more.
"Yeah I'm good" he says back.
"I was so worried about you tom" I walk up next to him and sit on the bed.
"I know I saw" wha how.
"How" I ask.
"Dianite showed me when they were done operating on me" he said back.
"Oh Tom I don't care how you saw I'm just happy I have my cuddle buddy back" I say tears still steaming "Tom I think I could cry you a river I'm crying so much" we both laugh.
"Stop your crying it's unnecessary your working yourself up for nothing" he teases.
"Look at my arms" I say pointed at them, "that's from you."
"I know" he puts his head down.
"Tom don't be sad, you're alive, you're BREATHING." I yell and jump around hoping to make him feel better.
"Oh my lord Jordan" he laughed.
"What does this remind you of someone." I smirk.
"No not at all who are you taking about" we both laugh at that. I calmed down and sat in the chair next to the bedside table.
"Jordan I saw you sobbing on the grass was that about me" he said.
"Yeah I was pretty sure you were going to die so I kinda just fell over and cried." I sighed.
"Come here" he said. I got up and went over to him and hugged him being carful not to hit the wound. Dec walked in.
"Jordan you must leave Tom needs to sleep" he said I leave his grasp.
"No he can stay" Tom says I look at him like 'wait really'. He nods.
"Ok whatever pleases you tom" he says and walks out of the room.
"Tom why do you want me to stay" I ask.
"I feel protected when you are around and I know you do too" he said I smile.
"Yeah I do feel protected when I'm around you" he pats the bed next to him and I sit and rub his forehead.
He try's to sit up. "Tom I don't think that's a good idea".
"I don't give a fuck" he says "I will get this." he does he sits up on the headboard.
"Whoa Tom mr.Determined aren't you." I laugh.
"Yeah well I'm a fighter not a pussy" he laughs.