Jet didn't land as badly as he thought he would but everything was ringing in his ears.

He saw the color red hit the floor in drops before he felt the dampness on his temple.

Everything moved slowly around him while he felt like all of his blood was rushing to his ears.

With the last of his strength, Jet scrambled off Pierre, probably the only reason he hadn't blacked out yet.

He knew that they had rolled a few or several times with Pierre holding his waist in a death grip. And by the time they stopped, they probably had about a thousand bruises.

Jet was still stunned from his fall when he tried to check up on Pierre and make sure he was okay, but for a moment he couldn't lift a finger, much less go to him.

He didn't know how long he stayed that way but after a while, Jet felt hands around him as he got the feeling that that people were everywhere around him.

His blurry vision didn't help, he didn't know who had him. But something about the touch was very familiar.

When everything started to clear, Jet noticed that they were headed to the house as the Master's grim face came into focus.

No sooner had Jet been set on the kitchen counter than he noticed Pierre in Riley's arms.

He tried to squirm out of Alexander's hold, trying to reach out to Pierre. He had to know he was alright.

Pain shot through his hand when he tried to move his arm. He retracted himself reflexively.

"Relax, Riley's got him," the Master said. When the words finally computed, he nodded his head.

"What were you thinking? Were you trying to risk your life for just one game?" The Master asked.

"You wouldn't understand," said Jet. He looked like he wanted to add to it, say something more, but he didn't.

More than you know, I know you have a hard life, I fucking know.

"Anything could have happened to you," Alexander said while fishing out some alcohol.

"I'm okay."

"No you're not."

"Are you just scared?"

Fuck yes. "You should be, for yourself. You could be in worse condition if Pierre had not broken your fall. He said he caught you, but somehow you still hit your head, you have bruises all over. Just think about it, if he actually wasn't there."

"I'm okay," said Jet. This time he sounded just a little out of it. He'd not even heard Pierre saying anything.

Mason brought towels and handed some to Alexander while he dabbed his in the alcohol and started cleaning Jet's other bruises.

He wasn't saying anything, but the look on his face was scary. He was spacing out so much that when Alexander touched his hand to stop him, he flinched.

"That's enough Mason," he took the towel from his hand.

Mason let it go and stepped back, cradling the alcohol bottle against his chest and staring at Jet's hands.

"Are you okay?" Alexander asked him. Mason nodded, but his eyes never left Jet's hands.

"Alright," the Master said before going back to tend to Jet.

He cleaned his temple, a lot of the blood had dried up and stuck to his hair. Alexander pushed the hair out of the way.

"You hit your head hard. You need stitches," he said and turned his head to the side, checking for anything else. "The doctor will be here any minute now."

Linder knelt by Pierre as Riley tended to him. They overwhelmed him with questions while they made sure nothing was broken.

Turned out Pierre only had a few bruises and one cut. To everyone's relief, he was fine.

"Can you move your arm?" The Master asked Jet while he tried to take his shirt off. Jet winced at the slight movement.

Then the Master noticed how rigid his arm was. It looked a little normal, but not quite.

"Get me the scissors princess," he said to Zel.

Zel hopped off like he'd been dying to do something all along and just got the chance.

The Master rolled his sleeves as he waited. The white of his shirt reddening with the blood still clinging onto his hands.

He didn't even notice as he waited for the scissors. Jet was at the forefront and back of his mind. He knew Pierre was okay. Jet... not so much.

He was functioning properly now but for all they knew, he could be in need of medical attention immediately, even if he didn't feel it.

Zel brought the scissors and pulled on his arm. "Thank you princess," he said, taking them from him.

Walking to stand between Jet's legs, Alexander took the hem of Jet's shirt and started to cut.

That close, he was sure Jet was staring at him, but the ruining of his shirt brought him back to reality.

Jet clearly wasn't expecting it. "I liked that shirt!" He said when it was too late and the shirt had already been cut all the way.

"I'll buy you another," Alexander said nonchalantly. All of his focus was on making sure Jet had no injuries underneath his shirt.

A few tattoos were caked in drying blood but he was mostly okay.

"Have you tried to move your shoulder? I think it's dislocated, but not totally with the way it looks," the Master touched the bone and Jet winced.

"I can pop it back for you or we could wait for Jen to get here," he told him.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you did?" Jet asked.

"No difference really, there's nothing that medical witch cannot do," replied Alexander.

Jet's lips twitched for the first time. "Just do it then," said Jet.

Alexander nodded. "You might want to distract yourself first," he said while inspecting the arm, feeling to see where exactly the bone was trying to protrude from.

"How do you expect m- ahhhh!!! Fuckkk! Fuck! Fuck you!" Jet breathed heavily. "I swear to God, fuck you..."

"Like that. Done," said Alexander. "Try to move your arm."

Jet moved his hand easier, but the pain still lingered. "Maybe I should have waited for the doctor, she'd be gentler."

"That's funny," said the Master. "For you to think that..." he shook his head like Jet had suggested the dumbest thing ever.

They all turned at the sound of a voice.

"So which one of you do I have to put back in one piece?"

"Jen!" Zel looked more than relieved as he hugged her.

"Zel! Glad to see you're alright," she said then looked between Pierre and Jet.

"Pierre? How are you feeling sweety?" She asked then went straight to Jet after hearing his reply. "Not so bad," he said.

Jen put on her gloves and got a little flashlight out. Tilting Jet's head to check his eyes with it. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Him first," said Jet. His eyes were all seriousness with a look that said he wouldn't budge. He wanted Jen to tend to Pierre first.

"Fine," she said. "It's adorable when you think you can tell me what to do, so for that I'll do as you say this time."

"Jet," the Master squeezed his thigh as Jen turned over to Pierre. "This is the moment you start being careful with her okay?"

Jet only scoffed.

Both Riley and Linder moved out of the way to let her work. "Y'all did a great job, I just need five minutes and we'll be done here okay?"

Pierre nodded and she got her stitching equipment out. The cut was at the side of his forearm and he made sure to expose it to her.

He only winced a little at the beginning but never again. She finished in less than five minutes and Pierre thanked her.

"There, good as new," she said. Then walked back to Jet.

"Get down, if you can. I need you lower," she patted a kitchen stool right next to her.

The Master helped him down.

Before Jen could start, or continue what she'd started. She noticed Mason standing a few feet away, zoned out.

"Hey," she waved at him. "You, come here," she said.

Mason walked awkwardly to her as she wore a new set of gloves.

"Do you mind giving him some of that alcohol?" She asked. "But hold it out for him okay? It's going to help a great deal."

Mason did as she said and held the bottle out for Jet to drink. Jet was reluctant at first which didn't help Mason's stress, it only added to it.

Jen pulled out an unnecessarily fat syringe and held it up, then pushed out a colorless liquid from it. "You better drink," she told Jet.

His lips parted and mouth opened before she could finish threatening him.

"Good," she told both Mason and Jet, then turned to the former. "We'll let it kick in now, I'm going to take good care of him now okay?"

Mason nodded, relaxing. As if finally coming back to himself. He walked away to stand where he was just a few moments ago.

A few minutes later, Jen checked her watch and turned away from Linder whispering to Mason; calming words from what it looked like.

It was back to the stubborn man before him. He'd told her his name, it was Jet. And the man who'd been spacing out most of the time was Mason.

No one questioned how he was holding hands with Linder, especially since it was nothing platonic and anyone could see that. No one questioned how Riley was placating Zel wedged in his lap. Or how the Master whispered sweetly to Pierre. Or even how they were all worried about each other.

Jen turned to Jet. "You almost had a concussion, luckily you got away with only minor injuries. I'm going to stitch you up now," she told him.

"Yeah yeah," said Jet.

The Master was quick to cut in. "Go easy on him, he didn't mean it."

"Oh I'll go easy alright," she replied.

She got her needle ready but before that, she got a pair of scissors from her bag. "I'm going to cut your hair," she said.

"All of it?" Jet asked.

She nodded. "There's no other way around it, I have to perfectly close the wound. Your hair is in the way."

When she'd cut a few strands at the side, she stopped. "I think I can work with this," she then set the scissors down and started stitching. "Congratulations, you don't have to lose all your hair."

Jet winced. "The cut is in a position where I can easily fix it without needing to cut a single strand of your hair. Now don't get me wrong, most doctors would have done the same, even cut more than I did, but I'm just talented."

She watched the horror in his face with satisfaction. "So why did you cut it?"

"To give you an attitude fix. Think about it next time you almost disrespect someone trying to help you."

Jet was quiet after that. But Jen wasn't done.

"A resident was once stitching a patient with a condition almost exactly like yours. You see, with such cuts, it's quite easy for the needle to come in contact with bone, really easy for it to deflect and break. So that's what happened," she paused dramatically. "He was never the same again. I'll leave you to imagine it."

Jet didn't move a muscle, he swallowed visibly.

"You should see some of the trauma patients, head injuries are usually the worst," she was stitching slower on purpose. "Sometimes, to treat them, I can max their pain as I see fit. They scream, they scream so loud, but don't worry, as soon as I'm done they are quiet. Have you been in a trauma ward before Jet?"

"No, I don't want to. Why are you telling me this?" Jet asked.

"Oh you know, just making conversation. Usually, there's not many people I can freely talk to about myself and my work," she smirked.

"It's highly inconvenient that a qualified doctor is such a sadist you know. But I can assure you it's a very rewarding profession," Jen added.

"Shouldn't that be illegal?" Jet was quick to ask.

"I didn't link my tendencies with my profession," she smiled, finished and gave Jet room. "I only said I'm a sadist. And being a doctor is very rewarding. No?" She asked while taking her gloves off.

Jet put as much distance from her as he could. "She's really a witch!"

The Master held him. "She still likes you so you've seen nothing yet."

Jen told them everything was okay after that, prescribed a few pain meds then left and let them be.

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Pierre was tucked in later that night by the Master. He was confused, so confused.

The Master was acting so extremely sweet. Running his fingers through his hair and repeatedly telling him how glad he was that he was okay.

By the time he had left, Pierre couldn't stop thinking about all his little touches.

No matter how much he tried to quiet it, a part of him told him he was in love. He was starting to accept it.

Weirdly it wasn't with just one person. He still couldn't wrap his head around how that worked. But he couldn't stop it, and it was hitting him in gigantic waves.

There was a knock at his door before Jet's head peeked in and Pierre's insides flipped over.

Jet walked towards him, and sat at the edge of his bed.

"I'm so sorry for–" Jet started but Pierre didn't want to hear it.

"Don't say that."

"I put you in danger," he insisted.

"But that's not how it happened, I could have walked away if I wanted to."

"But you didn't Pierre," Jet cupped his cheek with one hand and stroked. "You didn't, why?"

Pierre couldn't answer, his insides were jelly. Jet was so close he couldn't think. His... his lips, they looked so...

"Pierre?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know."

He was falling so hard at the moment, he looked at him. Some of his hair was missing but it did nothing to his good looking face.

Pierre looked back down and muffled his laugh.

"What?" Asked Jet. "Ah fuck. It's my hair isn't it?" He smirked.

Pierre laughed and nodded.

"She's so evil," Jet said while shaking his head.

"No, she's amazing. I like her," Pierre defended.

"It's that charm you have, Zel has it too. That's why she likes you guys."

Pierre was quiet trying to read into his words and figure out what he was trying to say. They remained quiet awhile until Jet got up.

He sighed and walked to the door. "Thank you. For basically letting me fall on you."

"Jet?" Pierre called before he could close the door behind him. "For you, I'd do it all over again."

Pierre couldn't see his reaction but he heard Jet curse under his breath as his hand tightened on the door. Then without glancing back, he left.

Pierre rearranged the covers and prepared to go to bed.

"Hi," he heard Linder's voice. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright. Thanks for helping me out earlier."

"Don't mention it," said Linder. He squeezed Pierre's hand and the tingles were endless. "I was so worried."

"No no, I'm alright," Pierre insisted. "So who won?"

Linder shook his head. "The game was cancelled so it really doesn't matter who found their cloth and what not."

"Oh," said Pierre.

"Yeah," said Linder. "Um... listen Pierre. What you did for Jet, that was amazing."

Pierre couldn't look him in the eye.

"You have to be a little cautious with him though, I really don't want you to get hurt," Linder said. This time, Pierre's eyes shot to his.

"I'm so sorry but he's got no respect for you. And I... I hate the way he calls you fat."

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So y'all thought we were done huh?