Angelo & John | Early Monday Morning

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'Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things.' -Unknown-

Of all things to have suffered from: heat stroke. What a fucking joke. John couldn't remember much of what happened the day before but his head was hurting him. Still, it wasn't anything a shot of whisky or a cigarette won't cure; to hell with the fact that it was eight in the morning. He pushed the covers off and realized he was dressed in a medical gown. Jesus fucking christ.... He would've cursed out loud but his throat felt parched, and his tongue felt like goddamn sandpaper in his mouth.

"Welcome back to the land of the livin'", came a dry voice from the corner. "Scared the hell out of us there, coma boy."

John flicked his gaze up at hearing Angelo's voice and he allowed himself to relax, leaning back on the stacked up pillows. "Glad to see--" He cleared his throat and reached out for a glass of water only to find it empty. "Glad to see you survived yet another heroic mission while I played the part of the victim in need of saving." He nodded his head to the jug on the bedside table. "Come on, Ange. While we're both here, you can play the part of the male nurse." He dropped his head to the side and held his glass out. "You know you want to."

"Only today, an' no sponge baths", Angelo warned him lightly, leaning forward to reach for the jug and fill the glass. "How're you feelin'?"

He forced out a smirk and managed a shrug. "Alright, I guess." He drank the water, emptying the glass out before placing it back on the table. "What about you? What time did you get here anyways?" It was early. Too friggin' early. Normally, John wouldn't be awake at this hour.

"Been here all night. An' yeah, don't worry, I slept some. I was waitin' for you to wake up."

"Hn. Waiting," John snorted a chuckle. "You should have tried waking me up. I probably would've kicked your ass but at least you'd worry less."

"Yeah, an' if you didn't kick my ass, Dr. Voght would for disturbin' her patient", Angelo pointed out. "Waitin' it out was safer - didn't want to get kicked out."

"You know, she's kinda hot." John motioned for Angelo to sit on his bed. "Think she saw my naked bits?" He pouted slightly. Quite possibly, whatever medication he was on was making him act less like a twenty three year old and more like a thirteen year old. "Where's my clothes? We should get out of here. I need a smoke."

"Well, someone undressed you", Angelo said with a laugh, settling on the bed next to John's legs. "Think they put your clothes in the cupboard, an' we can get out if you can walk. I figure if you can, you're well enough."

"'course I can. Jesus, what did you think happened to me? I'm fine." He proved the point by sitting up for a total of two seconds before dropping his head back on the pillow. "Bed's just kinda fucking comfortable," he murmured and let out a yawn before lifting his head up to look at Angelo. "Dude. This is the part where you nicely offer to help get my clothes for me."

"Yeah, yeah." He scrambled round to face the little cupboard next to the bed, not bothering to move any further before he pulled it open and deposited John's clothes next to his head. "There. Never say I don't do anythin' for you."

"I could definitely get used to this kind of treatment." John's lips formed into a grin as he sat up to sort through his clothes, looking for his lighter. "But hey, short of giving you a sponge bath, you know I'd do the same for you, right?" He dug his fingers into his jeans pocket but they came out empty. "Fuck. I knew it."

"You lost your lighter?" Angelo asked, frowning. The idea of John without it was just wrong, after all these years. "An' yeah, I know, dumbass. It's what friends do."

He shook his head and tried looking for it again. "I don't know. I can't--" He sighed. "I can't remember what I did with it." He couldn't remember a damn thing from yesterday except for the face of that goddamn witch, and only because she'd been in his head. "Fuck." He got off the bed and dressed himself, doing it in record time. "Can't believe I fucking lost it." That lighter was his most prized possession. "Tell me you killed that stupid bitch."

"Man, I wasn't goin' near her. She could've taken us all over an' made us kill each other without breakin' a sweat." He was watching the other man, worried. "You were in the rec room when she took you, right?"

"I think so?" He pulled his jacket on and sat on the edge of the bed next to Angelo, feeling slightly lightheaded from all that moving around. "I've had that lighter for, what? Ten years now?" He sucked in a breath. "What the fuck was she trying to do anyways? Fuck." He realized he was cursing up a storm but he couldn't help it. "This is like that stupid time I went to Vegas and got trapped in Arcade's sick little fun house. I didn't know what the fuck was happening then either."

"Might be you dropped it there", Angelo offered. "We can go look on the way out. An' it seemed like your powers - all your powers - were feedin' that machine they stuck you in."

He ran his hand through his hair and stood up. "You want to go for a quick breakfast before work?" He wanted to get out of the mansion and then go to work just to keep his mind occupied.

"Sure thing - I'll even pay." He paused, then added, "But you still don't get to drive my car."

"Whatever happened to sharing and caring? Jeez. Don't make me want to hotwire your car someday, Espinosa."

"Say that again an' I'll get Forge to boobytrap her."

John rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around Angelo's shoulder. "Let's go before Dr. Hottie gets here and I say yes to staying in bed."

"You know you're not the first to try that one", Angelo advised him with a grin, turning for the door and pretending he wasn't holding John up even a little bit.