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Ryan opened his eyes and saw only white. Slowly patterns began to evolve, the tiles of the ceiling, the shapes of curtains all around him. When he looked down towards his body, he saw he was laying in a bed. He looked at his arms and noticed various tubes coming out of his arm. He followed the tubes and saw the machines standing next to him. As of a sudden, his brain switched on -- sort of speak -- and he realised he was in a hospital. His memories became active too and he remembered the square, the people, the taxi, the blood... He began to panic, he suddenly couldn't breathe anymore and felt something was in his throat. He began to toss and turn and suddenly a nurse ran through the curtains and started pushing some buttons on the machines. She then turned to him and told him to try to relax. She then pulled the tube from Ryan's throat, he felt like he was going to puke his guts out.
"Breathe slowly young man!", the nurse spoke, "Don't worry you're safe now."
Ryan took little gasps of air and the nurse was right, he became more at ease and started to breathe on his own again.
"Wha, what happened?", he asked.
"You were in a car accident.", she said, "You barely didn't make it."
"How long was I here?", he asked.
"Almost a month.", the nurse said, "Hang on while I get the doctor ok?
She walked away from Ryan and called for the doctor. When they returned, the doctor started examining Ryan, shining a light in his eyes, telling him to take deep breaths while he listened to him with his cold stethoscope. Of course, the obligatory `Say aah' which made him feel like puking again, and so on...
"Well, young man, you've made a miraculous recovery! We almost thought we'd lost you!", the doctor said.
"Is there somebody we can call? We didn't find any papers on you...", the nurse said.
Ryan shook his head.
"There's no one ma'am.", he answered in a sad voice.
"I see...", the nurse said as she looked at the doctor.
"Call social services.", he whispered as if he didn't want Ryan to hear.
The nurse ran back out of the curtains, followed by the doctor.
Ryan thought about running away for a bit, but as soon as he tried to get out of bed, he knew he wasn't going anywhere soon... His left arm and leg must have been broken in the accident since they were both in a cast.
The nurse came back and informed Ryan that a social worker was coming to see him later this day. In the meanwhile, Ryan was ready to be transferred to a room now that he was out of life threat.
An hour later Ryan was rolled into his own private room where he was given the explicit order to rest.
"Nurse! I had a bag with my things. Do you have it here somewhere?", Ryan asked.
"Hang on, I'll go ask at the front desk.", the nurse said.
A few moments later she walked back into his room, carrying an old plastic bag, stuffed with Ryan's only belongings. As Ryan saw the bag, his face cleared up and a smile appeared on his face. The nurse handed him his bag and took off to see her other patients.
After a few minutes of staring in front of him, setting his mind straight and recalling the events that had happened... A month... He was away for a month... Unbelievable. He figured out that he must have ran on the street without watching, and that a taxi ran him over, putting him in a coma of some sort.
His head hurt too much to think about it. With his good hand he reached down next to his bed and grabbed his bag, laying it down on to his lap. He grabbed into it and started to empty it. His old blanket, the newspaper from the train station -- hopelessly outdated of course -- his empty wallet, his pen, and finally a shoebox. He opened it and in it were a few newspaper clippings, some pieces of paper with stuff written on them and two photo's; one of his mother and one of himself, as a baby. It's the only thing he had of his mother. Not that he really needed it, she did abandon him after all, but still, he wasn't ready to part from it just yet... He sighed and put all his things back in the bag, putting it back on the floor next to his bed.
He took the remote control for the television and started going through the channels. There wasn't much on at this time of day, but it helped to pass the time. He wasn't looking forward on meeting the lady from social services. She probably was gonna send him to another homeless shelter just like all the other ones he had seen.
The nurse checking in a couple of times during the day, to see if he needed something. He asked for some food, but couldn't have any. The nurse told him his stomach wouldn't be able to handle it and that he had to wait until tomorrow. Then he could have a little bit of solid food. Until then, he'd have to manage with pudding... Yummy...
Finally at about 5 pm he heard a knock on his door. He told whoever it was to come in and saw a middle aged lady entering his room, probably the social assistant... Great...
"Hi, you must be Ryan.", she said, "I'm Susan from social services."
"Hi... So what shelter are you gonna put me into this time?", Ryan sneared.
"I see... Did you have any bad experiences with previous relocations then?", she asked.
"Yeah, let's say I don't need your help. Just buzz off...", Ryan said as he turned around in his bed, his back facing his visitor.
"Well, young man, I don't think you have a choice in this. I'll be right back, and you will accompany me, whether you like it or not.", the lady sneared back as she walked out of the room, probably to get a male nurse to assist her.
He couldn't stay any second longer. Ryan jumped out of bed and grabbed his stuff. He got his clothes out of his bag and yanked the apron off. He got dressed again as quickly as possible and ran out of the door. He looked right and saw a fire exit, on the left he saw the social bitch, running towards him, accompanied by some bloke. He turned right and ran as fast as he could towards the door. He pushed it open and ran down the stairs. He was on the 16th floor of the hospital... Damn, this would take forever. Above him he could hear his two stalkers starting to run down the stairs as well.
This wasn't gonna work. He was still to weak to outrun them. He took the exit at the 13th floor and rand through the corridor. He saw a sign for the elevators and ran towards them. He was in luck, one was just closing, he pushed the doors back open and ran in, quickly pressing the button to close the doors again. Just in time it seemed, just as the doors started closing, he saw the woman running towards the closing elevator. He smiled at her and held out his middle finger.
The elevator started going down and Ryan took advantage of the time to catch his breath. When the doors opened at ground floor, he got out of the elevator and walked out of the hospital.
The sun was going down and darkness started to embrace the city. Ryan walked on the sidewalk of the crowded streets of downtown. He walked by a club, filled up with people, spending their money and having a good time. He listened to the rock-music being played by the band that was performing that night. He liked the sound of it and decided to walk to the backstage door in the alley besides the club. He sat down, back against the wall, right in front of the door. This way he could hear the music better and he'd have a place to spend the night.
The band kept playing all night long, song after song, each time cheered upon by the crowd who obviously loved what they were hearing, as was Ryan. The performance ending with a second encore and after a long applause, the dj stepped up and started playing other music. Ryan was sorry it was over, he really enjoyed the performance... Too bad he wasn't really there to see them do their thing. He didn't have any money and couldn't afford getting into trouble by sneaking in. It would be a one way ticked to the shelter...
Suddenly he heard laughter and guys talking as the backdoor of the club swung over. A bunch of young guys with boxes and guitar sacks walked out the club and started putting their stuff in the trunk of their old van standing besides the door. It was the band that just finished playing. The guys went back inside to get a second load of instruments and when that was finally inside the car, they shut the trunk and stepped into the car. He could hear one of them make a remark about a bum sitting in the alley. Ryan didn't catch on at first, but very soon realised the guy was talking about him... A bum is really what he was, but somehow Ryan never thought about himself like that, until now...
They didn't drive off right away, but instead light a cigarette and chatted a bit about their performance. One of the band members started walking towards where Ryan was sitting. As he came closer he got a better look at Ryan.
"Damn, your still a kid", he said towards Ryan.
"Ahm, yeah... Why?", Ryan asked.
"Well, I figured you where just an old bum, ahm, guy I mean... No offence.", the guy said.
"None taken... It's what I am I guess, a bum...", Ryan said.
"Ah no, come on, you're just a kid out of luck I guess, not a bum!", the guy said, "You want a cigarette?", he asked smiling.
Ryan held out his hand and accepted the offer. The band member lit his cigarette and sat down besides Ryan.
"I'm Jason.", he said.
"Ryan", Ryan answered.
"How old are you? If I may ask.", Jason said.
"Sixteen... You?", Ryan answered.
"I'm 20. You liked our music?", he asked.
"Yeah, I loved it! I heard it while I was walking by the club and decided to sit out the performance. You guys are really good!", Ryan said.
"Gee, thanks man. We're just playing for fun, though we do have some of our own songs. Maybe someday... But it's tough to break through these days.", Jason said, clearly proud that he was talking to one of his fans.
"So, what instrument do you play?", Ryan asked.
"I play the guitar and I sing some parts too.", Jason answered.
In the meanwhile the rest of the band had finished their cigs and started the van. One of them yelled towards Jason that he had to get his ass in the car because they were leaving.
"You guys go on without me, I'll see ya tomorrow for practice okay?", Jason shouted back.
The rest of the gang drove off as Jason stayed besides Ryan and talked a bit more. Jason asked Ryan how he ended up like this, all alone on the streets. Ryan told his story and Jason was clearly moved.
"Man, you really deserve better man... Say, I have a proposal to make. Why don't you come home with me. Spend the night at my place. It sure as hell beats this alley.", Jason said.
Ryan didn't have to think twice, instead his face lit up and he asked "Really?"
"Yeah, really", Jason smiled, "Come on, let's get going, we'll take a cab."
Thus Jason and Ryan walked down the alley towards the street. Once there, Jason stopped a cab, told the driver his address and the two of them took off. Jason was sitting besides Ryan on the backseat. Not much was said during the short ride to Jason's studio. Both of them were tired and just wanted to crash.
The cab arrived at the address and Jason paid the fair.
"I'm sorry I can't pay my part...", Ryan apologized.
"Nah, don't mention it.", Jason said while patting Ryan on the back.
They walked into the building and took the elevator to the 15th floor. Jason's studio was number 1505, once there he opened the door and let Ryan into his home.
"Please don't mind the mess, I'm really not into cleaning.", Jason said.
Ryan smiled back at Jason and stared his eyes out when he entered the studio. Compared to the streets, this was heaven. He put his bag down next to the door and hang his torn jacket on the wall.
Jason walked into the living room. "Come on in Ryan, make yourself at home.", Jason said.
Ryan stepped into the apartment and sat down next to Jason, who had dropped himself into the sofa and had switched on the television, flipping through the channels, only to conclude that, as usual, there wasn't much too see at this time of day.
"So... Do you have a girlfriend?", Ryan asked.
"No... I don't... You?", Jason replied.
"Heh, who would want me?", Ryan said in a sad voice.
"Hey, come on dude, don't think so low of yourself. You're a good looking kid. I mean that!", Jason comforted him, "Come here..."
Jason lay his arm around Ryan's shoulder and pulled Ryan closer to him. He leaned back so Ryan was resting with his back on Jason's chest. Jason's put his hand on Ryan's belly and slowly caressed him.
Ryan's heart was pounding in his chest. There he was, laying in the arms of a hot guitar-dude. He tilted his head back so he could see Jason's face, his beautiful green eyes and long brown, kinda rasta hairs. Ryan smiled and Jason smiled back.
They stayed like that for a while, and decided they really needed to get some sleep. They stood up and switched off the TV.
"Wait here, I'll get you some covers so you can sleep in the couch.", Jason said as he walked over to his bedroom.
When he came back he looked at Ryan, just standing there and being handsome and cute. "Ahm... Ryan... Do you maybe want to sleep in my bed? Next to me...", Jason asked, kinda shy.
Ryan looked down at the floor and shyly answered: "Yeah..."
Jason walked back to his bedroom, followed by Ryan. Jason had a double bed and stepped over to the right side of it, obviously `his side'. Ryan just stood there in the door opening, not quite knowing what to do. Jason started taking his clothes off, first his sweater, then his t-shirt, exposing his chest to Ryan. It had just a little patch of hairs on it and a trail of hair leading from his bellybutton down in his pants. He also had a six-pack which was more than enough to get Ryan all exited.
"Ah, do you want pyjamas or something like that? I sleep in the nude, I don't know about you", Jason said.
"No, thanks, I'm fine.", Ryan answered.
He figured he couldn't just stand there and gaze at Jason getting his pants unbuckled. He walked to the other side of the bed and, just like Jason, started to take his clothes off. He got his shirt off, and dropped his pants to the floor, stepping out of it. He sat down on the side of the bed and took off his socks. He looked over at Jason and saw him bending over to take off his boxers, exposing his ass to Ryan. Damn, now he would definitely have a hard-on all night long. He turned around again and decided to keep his boxers on. He was afraid that Jason would see his erection. Ryan stood up and pulled back the covers, getting under them. He took another look at Jason who was doing the same. He got a quick look at Jason's limp cock and felt his own hard-on jump up once more.
Jason switched off the lights and lay his head down on his pillow.
"Goodnight Ryan", he said.
"Goodnight Jason. Thank you", Ryan said.
"You're welcome", Jason answered.