How to Train Your Husbeand

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It had been months since the City of Light had fallen. Jackson knew that there were Arkers that disliked him, maybe even hated him, for his role in the fall of Arkadia. For some of them, if he hadn't known how to get Abby to take the chip, they would have never trusted it enough to take it. But it seemed over the course of a few months that no one was going to be hostile toward him. At least that was until his wedding had become a big deal around the camp.

After a long day of work a little more than a week after the wedding, and two days after returning from their beach honeymoon, Jackson was heading through camp to get dinner to bring home to Bellamy, smiling at the thought. The honeymoon phase hadn't worn off, and Jackson wondered if it ever would. Bellamy was amazing, and more than Jackson could ever have hoped for.

"Why do you get to be so damn happy when you ruined our lives?"

Jackson blinked, surprised, then looked up from where his eyes had been on the ground as he walked to see two Arkers blocking his path. "I'm... sorry?" he said, thinking he must have misheard whoever spoke, but the fist that collided with his jaw next had him staggering back. He hadn't misheard them at all.

Everything that happened after that was a blur. He managed to block a couple of punches, but he never threw one back. He remembered the punch that sent blood flooding down his face from his nose, and the one to his stomach that got him on the ground. They were yelling something, but it was running together. The last thing he heard before passing out was one of them yelling at the other one to break his hands. Jackson wasn't sure if he passed out from pain, or a particularly hard blow to the head... or the fear that they might actually break his hands, and take away what he'd worked his whole life for.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy had just returned from a patrol and was soon heading back to his apartment once he returned the weapons. He and Jackson both had the night free, so Bellamy was looking forward to spending some time with his husbeand. He knew he had gotten spoiled with their wedding night and the next morning, along with the small honeymoon they had taken. But at least they would have tonight. Plans took a turn however when Bellamy heard some commotion up ahead. He pulled out his weapon and made his way to the source. "Hey!" He called out, seeing a group of men attacking another. From this distance, all they were were shadows. "Get away from him!" Bellamy further demanded as he approached the scene. Most of them listened, one did not. Keeping one hand gripping the gun, aimed at the others, Bellamy took his free hand and forcefully pulled the guy off, shoving him back hard enough to send him to the ground.

"Don't move," he demanded, his tone holding authority. The noise had been enough to bring forth a couple other guards who were patrolling the halls as they started to make their way to the scene. It allowed Bellamy to turn his head toward the victim, and when he saw who it was . . . he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat in pure fear. "Oh my god," he breathed, quickly putting away his gun and dropping to his knees next to his husbeand. "Jackson?" Any strength he had was used to attempt to keep a steady voice, though he felt his heart and pulse racing with fear, his eyes holding the same emotion. "Hey, can you hear me?" He asked, trying to quickly assess the damage. There was so much blood. But he could see he was breathing. Needing to get him to medical, Bellamy barley glanced at the others, though spoke to the guards.

"Arrest them and inform the Chancellor." Usually Bellamy would, but Jackson was his priority. With that, he carefully scooped up the male in his arms, not wanting to jostle him too much in case his injuries were serious . . . which, by the looks of what he saw, they were serious enough. He didn't have time to think how this happened, why, or anything like that. It didn't matter right now. All that mattered was his husbeand. He quickly made his way to medical, pushing the doors open and already making his way to one of the empty examining boards. "A little help here!" He announced, that same strength from before continued to be used to remain somewhat composed and not panic, though, it was becoming increasingly difficult. "He was attacked," Bellamy revealed, unable to take his eyes off of his spouse, just as he was unable to move away from him. "He's gonna be ok, right?" Bellamy just needed to hear it. Needed to hear that this wasn't life threatening; that Jackson would be alright.

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Jackson wasn't sure how long he was out, but when he came to, the light filtering through his eyelids told him he was inside. The familiar sounds and the hardness of where he was laying told him he was more than likely in medical, which made sense. But he didn't open his eyes yet because... well, one felt swollen, and he was afraid if he opened the other, the additional light might make the pain in his head even more blinding. A concussion, he thought. Probably a mild one. Maybe a broken, or at least bruised rib, judging by how it hurt to breath. He was afraid to touch his nose to see if it was broken or not, but... he stretched out his fingers and hands. No pain there. No injury that he could feel. Tears of relief leaked from his still closed eyes. Someone must have stopped the fight before they had taken his ability to perform surgeries from him.

"Bellamy," he said, his voice soft, cracking on the word. If Bellamy wasn't here, Jackson wanted him, and hopefully someone would hear him and go get his husbeand. Right now, Jackson didn't care if that meant possibly pulling him from patrol.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy hadn't moved for a moment from Jackson's side. While he was checked up on, and Bellamy filled them in on all he knew. His adrenaline was still rushing through his body, built on fear and anger. Fear for what this meant for Jackson. Anger at the people responsible for jumping him like that. But Bellamy would deal with them later. Right now, the fear was trumping the anger . . . needing to know that his husbeand would be ok.

When his injuries were cleaned off and properly assessed, the news that Bellamy had been waiting for -- and desperately hoping for -- had finally come. His conditions were listed off. Mild concussion. Broken nose. Swelling and bruising. A couple of bruised ribs. But . . . he would be ok. That, was what Bellamy had to focus on, and allowed him to breathe in relief, unaware that he had even been holding his breath.

He gave a small nod and pulled up a chair so that he was sitting next to Jackson's bed. He looked over him, tears welling in the younger male's eyes at seeing him in this state. The attempt to maintain his composure finally faltering, as he forced the tears back, but knew that one had escaped. He just watched Jackson, waiting for him to wake up . . . knowing that he would, but needing to see it. As if that validating the claim that he would be ok. Bellamy couldn't allow more tears to slip. Not right now. He needed to remain calm. Composed.

For Jackson's sake when he woke up. So all he did was wait. Each minute feeling agonizingly slow. And then, he saw it. A slight flicker of his eyelids. Bellamy instinctively leaned slightly forward, watching Jackson's face carefully. His eyes darted down to see him flexing his hands, and then Jackson said his name. Once again, a wave of relief washed over him, stronger than the last.

"I'm here," he said in a low voice, in an attempt to be soothing. Bellamy reached down, taking hold of Jackson's hand in his own, his fingers tucked into the spaces between Jackson's. For further reassurance. Bellamy slightly raised Jackson's hand, lowering his head so that he kissed the back of his spouse's hand. "It's ok," Bellamy added on. "You're safe now." Because Bellamy wasn't letting him out of his sight. And maybe the words were meant to convince Bellamy, just as much as they were meant to convince Jackson.

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Further tears of relief slid from Jackson's closed eyes at the sound of Bellamy's voice, the feel of his hand holding his. Bellamy kissed his hand and assured him he was safe, and Jackson's lips curled into a pained smile. "I know," he whispered. "You're here." That was all Jackson needed to feel safe. He turned his head to the side, swallowing the wave of nausea it caused--yep, definitely a concussion--and cracked his eyes open a little to look at his husbeand's beautiful face. As he suspected, one eye was harder to open than the other, but he gave Bellamy what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He would be okay, in spite of how much pain he was in right now, especially with Bellamy by his side.

"How long was I out?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse. Before Bellamy could answer, he added, "How bad is my nose?" He wasn't vain, really, but he was hoping he hadn't wound up with his nose completely rearranged.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy felt his heart ache at the tears in Jackson's eyes, the way his husbeand looked to be in so much pain. Yet trying to reassure Bellamy it would seem by offering a slight smile, the most he could do in his current state. The younger male's heart weighted by the guilt. Jackson said that he was safe because he was here . . . but Bellamy had failed in protecting him. It was his duty to protect the citizens of Arkadia, but furthermore, Jackson was his family. And he couldn't even protect him. This should never have happened. And it had. Now, this was the result. A man who didn't deserve to be inflicted with this much violence and aggression. Bellamy swallowed, knowing that anything he said right now would be protested by his far too forgiving husbeand. So instead, he just moved his free hand, not holding Jackson's, to gently brush away the tears, ensuring not to press on his sensitive skin. "And I'm not going anywhere," he assured him. Though he wasn't entirely certain how reassuring that was, considering what had already happened to Jackson. His hand then went to Jackson's forehead, gently brushing back his hair, stroking him tenderly.

"A while," Bellamy told him. "Couple hours," he said giving a bit more detail. His next question made that familiar ache in his chest re-emerge. Not that it had fully subsided. Knowing the pain his husbeand must be in . . . having personally experienced getting beaten and never wishing that on someone as caring and considerate as Jackson. Bellamy offered a soft smile, knowing that right now, Jackson didn't need to hear about his own guilt. He wanted to help him heal. Do everything within his capabilities to take care of him. "It's nothing that won't heal," he assured him. Bellamy lowered his head, tilting it to the side and gently brushing his lips against Jackson's in soft kiss. Drawing back, he didn't go too far. "You're going to have to let me be the doctor this time. So I can take care of you," Bellamy said in an attempt to tease, knowing the extent of the joviality in his tone was missing due to the circumstances.

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Jackson closed his eyes as Bellamy moved to brush his tears away, then stroked his forehead and hair. Bellamy didn't need to assure Jackson he wasn't going anywhere, because Jackson already knew that Bellamy wouldn't leave him like this, unless it was absolutely necessary. He continued to listen as Bellamy spoke, surprised he'd been out as long as he had... and feeling oddly guilty about it. Had Bellamy been sitting her for that long? He opened his eyes in time to see Bellamy smiling down at him before assuring Jackson his nose would heal. He didn't say it would heal straight, but he didn't seem to concerned as he kissed Jackson's lips softly.

He looked up at Bellamy again when he pulled back, and smiled at his words. "That sounds like fun," he teased back, his voice soft and a little suggestive. Not that he was in any condition for any fooling around. He shifted a little on the table, trying to stretch his back, but sucking in a sharp breath as his ribs sent a stabbing pain through him. "I want to go home," he said after a moment, trying to shift himself up onto his forearms to sit up and swallowing the pain. He knew what was wrong with him, and he'd be more comfortable in the bed he shared with his husbeand. "Take me home." He also knew the stereotype of doctors making terrible patients, and... it was true. He might as well go home so as not to annoy Abby and the few nurses they had.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but huff a slight breath of amusement. He had to admit that he was glad to hear Jackson making the playful remark; knowing that he was coherent enough to do so. But before Bellamy could repsond, Jackson was shifting on the bed, Bellamy's hands moving from their position and hovering near him, prepared to support him if need be. "Easy," he urged in a low voice, not wanting his husbeand to try to move too fast too soon. He needed to lay still; he needed to rest.

His next words didn't come as a huge surprise . . . and Bellamy wished he could give his spouse what he asked for. But in this case, he couldn't. Not right now anyway, knowing that it was best he stay here. Bellamy's hand returned to Jackson's forehead, resuming stroking it gently. "Not tonight," he responded in a calm voice. "They need to monitor you." Make sure he was alright. "I could go on but I doubt I'm gonna say anything you don't already know," Bellamy teased, as to the reasons that a ptient needed to stay in medical after suffering the kinds of injuries Jackson had. "Just lie back," Bellamy further encourged, moving his hand to Jackson's shoulder to ever so gently press on it to urge him to lie flat ojn his back, rather than sitting up on his forearms. "I'll take you home the second you're cleared. But for right now, we need to stay." We, because Bellamy as he had previously assured, was not going anywhere.

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Jackson sighed heavily when Belllmay told him he couldn't leave, though it wasn't really unexpected. That didn't mean he planned to give in easily. He felt mildly dizzy trying to sit up, but he thought with help he could get to their rooms, and then he could sleep with Bellamy, instead of Bellamy sleeping--maybe?--in a chair next to his uncomfortable hospital bed. "Says the man who wouldn't listen to me when I told him to stay in medical with his concussion," he muttered, his eyes prickling a little. God, he'd seen patients get more emotional than they normally were when sick or hurt, and he didn't want to be that way, but all he wanted to do was go home and rest with his husbeand after what had just happened.

He resisted Bellamy's push to get him to lay back, but it was actually a little difficult to do, as even the small movement had tired him out a little. "I'm awake and having a conversation with you; I should be fine to go home," he told Bellamy, though speaking at a more normal volume was making his head hurt a bit more and even arguing this much was hard.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy watched Jackson intently as he referenced the concussion he had once had. It had been different. Bellamy hadn't been in as bad condition as Jackson was now. But he also knew that protesting would only spark the argument and he wasns't trying to do that. "Well what can I say. I'm a damn hypocrite," he joked with a hint of a smile, trying to keep the mood light. Trying not to go into details of Jackson's state and Bellamy's former one. His eyes remained focused on his spouse, knowing him well enough to recognize that it was difficult for him to move.

That whatever stubbornness made him want out of here, Bellamy would have to counter with his own stubborn ways . . . all for the sake of Jackson's health. But he also knew that arguing may only worsen the situation. Perhaps trying to reason with him would work better. "Jackson," Bellamy began to say gently, lowering his head to be a bit closer to his husbeand. "Whether you feel you're fine enough to go home or not, I just . . . I need you to stay here. I need to make sure you're alright." Bellamy had already failed him once. Taking him out of medical against the doctor's advice make put him at further risk.

"Please," he added, a pleading expression in his gaze to match his words. His hand on his forehead slowly trailed to his cheek, carefully brushing against it but ensuring not to press down on the skin. Leaning down a bit more, he continued to speak, his voice barley above a whisper, heard only due to their close proximity. "I can't lose you." A slight glisten of tears in his eyes at the thought. He had already been so close, fearful of the fact that those guys could have easily beat him to death with the rage they had inflicted on him. And if Bellamy did something more reckless like pull Jackson out of here and worsen his condition . . . well, it was just one more reason he wouldn't forgive himself. And the stakes were far too hight o risk it.

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Jackson might have laughed, or at least chuckled, at Bellamy's joke that he was a hypocrite if he didn't want so badly to go home. Instead he just frowned at Bellamy, the wetness in his eyes getting thicker. He wanted to let Bellamy wrap him in his arms and hold him more than anything right now, to sleep safely in their own private space, where people couldn't come and go through the night. But as Bellamy continued, it was becoming obvious Bellamy wasn't going to let that happen. As Bellamy finished, his gaze and words pleading, his eyes glistening, another tear slid down Jackson's cheek. The last time he'd been sick enough to need Bellamy to take care of him, Bellamy had been angry that Jackson hadn't thought about how Bellamy would feel when he'd acted in a way that could hurt himself. This was a completely different scenario, but he'd still promised when they'd fought that he would try to do better for Bellamy.

He knew he was okay to go home, and maybe he could convince someone to release him the next time they checked on him. But for now, he sniffed hard and laid back down, trying not to show how much it hurt in his torso moving that way, and closed his eyes. For a moment, more tears threatened, but he bit his lips together and kept telling himself not to be upset. Getting emotionally upset or frustrated didn't count as the rest he needed to get better. After a moment, he let out a shaky breath and squeezed Bellamy's hand. "What happened?" he whispered, "After I passed out?"

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was bracing himself for Jackson's reaction. Unsure as to whether he would continue to protest, or accept Bellamy's plea and comply. Either way, Bellamy was ready for it. He watched his husbeand, noticing the tear that ran down his cheek as he lay back down on the bed. He didn't have to verbally state that he would stay; his actions spoke volumes. Bellamy brushed away the tear where his hand was already on his cheek before moving it. He then leaned toward Jackson's cheek, gently kissing it.

"Thank you," he said in a low voice, his tone thick with sincerity at Jackson's compliance. Even if it was temporary. The gentle squeeze of his hand serving as further reassurance. Jackson's next question caused Bellamy to pause. He didn't want to go into the details but at the same time . . . his spouse deserved to know what had happened. "We arrested the people who did this," he began to explain. "The Chancellor is dealing with them now." Bellamy hadn't gone to find out what the verdict or punishment was. Nor did he have any plans to leave Jackson's side to gather this information. Bellamy could serve as a witness, having seen what happened. He wasn't about to make Jackson relive that so soon after his attack -- if ever. "You don't have to think about that right now," he continued. "You need to rest. That includes resting your mind." And Bellamy wasns't sure he was helping much with that.

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Jackson wanted to ask what was going to happen to the people that attacked him, but part of him was afraid to know the answer. He didn't want anyone else t get hurt. They were angry at him, and rightfully so... it had just come later than Jackson had expected. Hopefully, now that this had happened, they had gotten it out of their system. "I don't want anyone hurt over this," he said, looking over at Bellamy with concern in his eyes. But then Bellamy was telling him not to think about it, to rest. Jackson was about to respond when one of the nurses came over to check on him.

He rolled his head to look at her, ignoring the ache and nausea. "Clear me to go home," he said, his tone more a question than an order. She gave him a sympathetic look as she gently placed an ice pack over his nose and started checking his vitals. "I'm fine to go home," he said, his tone more pleading.

"We need to watch you overnight," she said.

"I know how to treat a concussion, and I won't be alone," Jackson insisted, "I'm fine."

"You think you are, but you know post-concussion syndrome can cause difficulty with clear thinking," she said.

"I am thinking clearly," he insisted, his voice wobbling a bit as he realized she wasn't going to let him leave either.

"And emotional instability," she added, still sounding sympathetic, but also a bit surprised because she'd never seen him like this before. And maybe she was right. Maybe he was worse than he thought if he could barely hold back tears. "Make him rest," she told Bellamy before walking away.

Jackson sniffed. "Damn it," he muttered. He readjusted the ice on his nose and looked at Bellamy. "You should go home, at least. One of us should get a good night's rest."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy had been about to respond to Jacksons words indicating that he didnt want anyone else hurt from this . . . when a nurse came to check on him. Bellamy glanced at Jackson when he asked her to clear him, knowing that wasn't going to happen but maybe it was best he hear it from her. Bellamy remained silent during the exchange and in the end, the nurse told him to make sure he rested. Bellamy gave a nod in response. "Will do," he said to the nurse before she walked out. Bellamy then looked back to his husbeand, knowing he was disappointed but would try to ease that as much as he could.

Bellamy reached out his hand to hold the icepack on Jacksons nose so that he could rest his arm. "You cant get rid of me that easy," Bellamy teased when Jackson told him that he should leave. It wasnt as if Bellamy would be sleeping tonight anyway. "Ive gotten too used to sleeping with you," he added on teasingly, though his words held truth. "Sleeping in an empty bed sounds too uncomfortable," he stated with a soft smile. Because thats exactly how it felt; empty . . . without Jackson. "Do you want some water or anything?" Bellamy asked, feeling like he needed to do more apart from holding the ice pack and Jacksons hand.

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Jackson still couldn't quite find a way to be amused by Bellamy's teases, but his frown had faded. Probably just because he was tired now. Between trying to get up to trying to argue with both Bellamy and the nurse, he felt more exhausted than when he woke up. "Wish there was room for you in this one," Jackson said miserably, when Bellamy said sleeping in an empty bed would be uncomfortable. The medical exam bed was only big enough for one, though.

He let his eyes close again, knowing there was no use fighting how tired he was now because he was stuck here for the night. "Just want you close," he whispered, when Bellamy asked if he wanted water.

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