Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2004 19:00:43 -0500
From: Thomas <CuteCubNOKC@cox.net>
Subject: My Birthday Wish Chapter Two

Inside the hospital room Jake, Tres and Larry sit around David's bed. He is
asleep but fidgeting. Almost acting as if he is re-living the attack. Larry
is definitely showing his gray at that moment. His hand caressing David's in
hopes that David knows he is there.

"He has been in and out all night; they finally gave him a sedative after
determining it would not effect his concussion." Larry looks at the two with
tears forming in his eyes. "If I wouldn't have gone to look for David, they
said he would have most likely been killed. I can't live with out him and I
almost had too last night. What the fuck is this world coming to?" Larry
rises from his chair and begins to pace around the room. Not sure if he
wants to sit back down or run out of the room and look for the punk ass kids
that did this to David.

Jake gets the hint and nudges Tres and motions for him to take Larry out for
a moment. Tres gets up and walks over to Larry and places his arm around
him. "Hey, lets go get some coffee or a smoke. Clear your head a bit. Jake
will stay with David and make sure he is ok."

"Thanks man, I could really use a smoke. I just didn't want to leave him
alone. Not after what he's been through. You know?"

Jake comes up to Larry and deeply embraces him, "We understand. Go have a
smoke, if anything happens Tres has his cell phone on him." Jake walks back
to David's bedside and sits.

Larry and Tres head out of the room and down to the parking lot. Tres turns
to Larry, nudges his shoulder, "Everything is going to be ok and they will
catch those rat ass bastards."

"You really think so?" Tears begin to well in Larry's eyes. "Thank you for
coming up here. I was going stir crazy just sitting there. I am just sorry
we messed up your birthday plans."

"No don't be sorry man. Life happens; shit happens. We can't stop that.  We
just need to roll with the punches, no pun intended, and move on stronger.
Just be happy you still have him, be the shoulder he is going to need to cry
on." Tres pulls Larry into a deep embrace as Larry's body releases into deep
sobs. "Let it out my friend. Know I am here for you."

Larry slowly recovers from his outburst and looks at Tres, "You know the sad
thing some times I wish David was straight just so he wouldn't have to deal
with this shit. I hate myself for even bringing that thought into my head
but I just can't help it. I guess that is the price I pay for loving a Drag
Queen."

Before Tres could react his cell phone goes off. "Hey babe, is he up?" Tres
takes a deep breath and hangs up the phone. He turns to Larry and without
having to say a word the cigarettes where dropped and they where running up
to David's room.