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Title: Breaking The Silence
Chapters: 3/?
Author: [livejournal.com profile] csi_sanders1129
Genre: Drama. Casefile. Romance. Hurt/Comfort. Angst.
Ratings: T
Word Count: ~1,300
Pairings/Characters: Jason Morgan/Damian Spinelli.
Synopsis: In which Spinelli gets in over his head with a Jackal PI case, Jason has his hands full dealing with the fall-out, and a serial killer is on the loose.
Comments: I started this a while ago, but recently started working on it again, with major help from [livejournal.com profile] suerum , who is - for the record, awesome - it's not quite done yet, but it's getting there. Set a bit in the future (November 2010-ish) and assumes Maxie and Spinelli broke up and that Jason and Sam have also called it quits again. Mix between a casefile fic and a regular drama/hurt/comfort/romance kind of fic. Original characters aren't mine, even though I may not actually want them. Reviews are awesome, and enjoy!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

The first thing Jason did upon getting them home was steer Spinelli toward the bathroom. While he'd cleaned Spinelli up as best he could at the hospital with completely useless towels, it by no means meant that either of them was particularly clean. Spinelli's skin still seemed tinted red with dried blood in places, and despite the clean-up efforts of the nurse who'd patched Spinelli up, more had spread down his arms from his wrists when he'd aggravated his injuries, and it wasn't as if the nice, relaxing, warm water wouldn't do the younger man some good anyway.

"You okay to take a shower?" Jason asked.

Spinelli didn't answer and Jason hadn't exactly expected him to. He just stared at the pattern of the tile floor and did nothing.

"Or a bath? Might be easier." He suggested, but still got no response. Granted, bath or shower, either would likely prove to be somewhat more troublesome with the newly casted leg. "If I stay?" The elder pressed, for he certainly didn't want to relive the transformation from silent Spinelli to all out panicked Spinelli. The kid didn't need any more injuries.

Spinelli seemed to consider this offer and, eventually, he silently nodded his acquiescence.

"Okay." Jason agreed and moved to start the water. He pointedly pretended not to notice how Spinelli jumped at the loud sound of the water first hitting the floor of the tub. Once it was at the right temperature, he let it go about filling up and turned his attention on Spinelli.

He tugged off Spinelli's shirt for the second time in two hours. Bruises from his fall were starting to form on his hip and his arm, where'd he'd hit the hard linoleum. He undid the bandages on Spinelli's wrists – they would for sure get wet – he'd rewrap them later. The scrub pants proved harder to remove, with the obtrusive cast in the way, but eventually he got them off, tossing the discarded items of clothing in a pile on the floor to trash later. On a final note, he pulled one of the long plastic bags the hospital had offered them over the cast to protect it from any water.

Another check of the water, and Jason nudged Spinelli over. "In you go." He instructed, though he absently wondered how difficult this would prove to be with the cast in the way.

Spinelli complied robotically. He climbed into the tub and slipped down slowly, trying to keep his bad leg out of the water as much as he could. Once settled, he propped it up on the end of the bathtub.

"Okay?" Jason asked, leaning back against the sink on the other side of the small room.

He received a single nod in response to his inquiry, and Spinelli dragged water up and down his arms in the beginning attempts at getting the bloodstains to disappear. And, for a moment, Jason thought that Spinelli was actually okay – not totally okay, he had a feeling that was a long, long way off, but okay enough to maybe take a bath on his own. But where most people would have stopped to grab soap, Spinelli didn't, just kept absently splashing and scrubbing at his skin with his hands. It wasn't accomplishing much.

By the time Jason realized that this would get done a lot more effectively if he stepped in to help, he noticed that Spinelli had shifted to scratching at his skin, and not scrubbing. "Spin- don't." He said, as calmly as he could manage under the circumstances. He crossed the room, caught Spinelli's hand in his own, careful both of the wound on his wrist and of Spinelli's currently less than secure mental state, and slowly pulled it away. The younger hadn't drawn blood, but light red lines appeared where he'd been scratching.

Grabbing up the bottle of body wash and a fresh washcloth, he set to work for himself. Spinelli sat statue still as Jason washed the blood away from his skin, his arms settled on the edges of the tub and out of the warm water that made the fresh wounds sting, even as the water began to take on a reddish tint.

Once that lengthy and arduous task was completed, Jason moved on. Spinelli's hair was far worse than the rest of him had been, though. Seemingly caked in dried blood, Jason hadn't even tried to do anything about it at the hospital. Standing up to grab the detachable shower head from its place, he flipped the switch to drain the dirty water and then turned the shower on.

"Lean your head back." Jason instructed, letting the warm water fall over Spinelli's hair until it ran mostly clear. A thorough run through with shampoo and one last rinse removed the last traces of blood.

By then, Spinelli had really started to relax a bit. He wasn't tense and on full alert like he'd seemed at the hospital. Calm was a long way off from back to normal, but, Jason thought, as he shut off the water, it was a start.

"Alright," he said, urging Spinelli out of the tub and, once balanced properly on the one leg he could use, into the towel he'd grabbed. "We'll get you dried off and dressed, re-bandage your wrists, and get you to bed. Sound good?"

Spinelli frowned in answer, apparently not terribly relieved by that plan of action, but he didn't put up a fight as Jason went about getting him dried off. "Will you stay here while I go grab you some clothes?" Jason asked – it would be easier than maneuvering Spinelli across the hall. "I'll be right back. I promise."

A long moment passed, and Jason was just about to rescind his request and lead Spinelli to the regrettably pink room when the younger man nodded slowly.

"Yes? Okay." Jason said, already nearly out the bathroom door. He didn't want to be away from Spinelli long. He found a grey sweatshirt hanging on the back of the door to Spinelli's room and he grabbed up a pair of boxers from the dresser. As he was searching for pajama pants, a better idea struck him, so he quickly took off to his room to find an old pair of his own – they'd be bigger on Spinelli, but easier to get on over the cumbersome cast. He was back in the bathroom in under a minute.

And, in that minute, Spinelli hadn't moved at all. He was exactly where he had been when Jason had left him, perfectly fine and unharmed, which Jason was quite thankful to see. With a sigh of pure relief, he set about his task of getting Spinelli into the clothes he'd gathered. Once he'd gotten that done, he found the supplies he'd need for Spinelli's wrists and helped him hobble down the hall to the pink room.

Jason sat down on the edge of the bed beside Spinelli, and caught one of the younger's hands in his own. With skilled efficiency – he'd patched up his fair share of battle scars in his many years at work for Sonny – he applied antibiotic ointment and then gauze bandage, followed by a self-adhering wrap to keep it all in place, first to one wrist and then to the other.

"Okay, that's done." Jason declared, setting the supplies on the bedside table and tossing the refuse into the trashcan under it. "Now, you get some sleep." He said, helping Spinelli get under the covers and comfortably settled. He moved to back away, to lean against the wall by the door, but Spinelli's anxious green eyes caught his just before he flipped out the light. "Don't worry. I'll stay."

The words seemed to put Spinelli at ease – he was asleep within moments.

 

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