Shawn had watched Sepiroth with very careful eyes, not entirely sure why he was there, or why he'd bought him clothes. If he'd expected to see anyone, it would have been his brother or angry father. But of course they weren't there, they were too angry to show themselves. He was still looking at Sepiroth when Ann came back with another nurse, and it took her a couple minutes to get his attention. She explained and had him lie still, his eyes closed as tight as he was allowed. When the tube was out, they sat him up and handed him water, making sure he drank it all as he was given a powerful painkiller.<br/><br/>The other nurse left, and Ann glanced at Sepiroth "Do you want him to leave while I explain?" She asked. "No!" Shawn croaked out, voice rough and hoarse from the breathing tube as his hand took hold of Sepiroth's, fingers half laced together. "Okay, he can stay." She told him with a gentle smile, making Shawn slowly relax and ease up on his tight hold of Sepiroth's hand. "They did surgery on you, you'll have stitches along your chest." She told him, putting oxygen slowly around his head so he had it going directly for his nose. "When I come back to take care of them, you'll learn how. You have several broken ribs, so you will be taking it very easy while we keep you an extra few days. You've had your brain rattled too, by whomever dropped you here, and there is a minor crack all along this side of your skull. So I'm going to need you to make sure that you move very slowly when you do something. Do you understand?" She asked, hand on his shoulder as he was gingerly feeling along the front of his chest. "Yes." He croaked out. She smiled once more and started for the door "Good, just press the button if you need something and I'll come back for you." She promised and left the two boys alone, door closed.<br/><br/>Shawn's gaze drifted from the door to Sepiroth and then to focus on their hands touching. "I... I thought you'd phone... I waited... Your father... Yelled in my ear." He told him, voice getting softer as it went because it hurt less and didn't dry him out. "Mine found it... He wasn't happy... I hit my head on a bed post and he kicked me... Then it was all black." Shawn's gaze moved back up to Sepiroth's. "Can we have the club? In the bush? I won't tell... And um... Adonis... I'll listen if he comes around. I'm sorry if I got you in trouble."<br/><br/><br/>((How old is Sepiroth? 17-18? 19? I want Shawn a year younger.))