Eight weeks passed quickly, with the doctors saying I was recovering very fast considering my condition. My bones were removed from their casts, my bandages were removed, my bite marks had been treated and the scars were fading, however the cuts remained as scars. The big gash has also formed into a scar. That one is defiantly not fading.

Today was the day I get to go home. Mark was signing the paperwork now, and I was changing back into my clothes. Ahhh normal clothing. After the brutality I went through, I came out with a few (lot) of scars. All through my stay I had done physical therapy, keeping myself in somewhat good shape during my time here. This hospital room felt so familiar now, and my apartment so distant. I had seen mark every day, but never truly got to hug him, or cuddle, or anything. I want to go home.

Mark and a doctor stepped into the room, mark beaming from ear to ear.

"You can come home with me now!" he exclaimed happily, I walked over to him and gave him a hug, not wanting to over do it in my condition.

"We can give you braces for your arm and leg, to keep them strong." the doctor suggested.

"Yes please..." I said quietly. Mark kissed my forehead. The doctor left to go get the braces.

"You're so cute... You know that?" mark asked, wrapping his arm around my waist.

I blushed hard and looked at the ground.

"What is it baby?" mark asked concerned.

"C-can we have a uh..." I stammered,

"A what?" mark asked, his face amused.

"Can we cuddle when we get home?" I asked, burying my face in his chest. I felt the laughter bubble up.

"Yes hon of course we can, your house or mine?" he asked, a wide smile spreading on his lips.

"Mine please, if you don't mind..." I said, my voice being muffled in marks chest.

The doctor returned and I pulled away from mark. He handed me the braces and I put them on with little difficulty. The doctor handed me some crutches and I balanced myself on them. Mark rested his hand on my waist, and the doctor gave his speech on not over doing it and re-breaking my bones or opening scars. I nodded along with his words and made mental notes as he droned on.

The doctor bid us farewell, and we took the elevator to the lobby. I swung my crutches and started forwards to get a feel for them. Mark stayed behind me, making sure I didn't fall. We walked out and got into a taxi, my backpack I set on my lap and my crutches I set down at my feet. I could tell I got a little bit thinner since I was admitted to the hospital, but not by much. Mark sat in the seat next to me, he kissed me on the cheek then buckled his seatbelt and mine. I heard the taxi driver grumble something under his breath, then asked where we were heading. Mark answered for me, stating my address. The guy sighed and started to drive. He gave a kind of, inconvenienced? Vibe? I just got the feeling he didn't like us very much. I grabbed for marks hand, and he squeezed my hand reassuringly. He took my hand in both of his and pulled it onto his lap, soothingly rubbing it with one of his thumbs, an absent smile on his face as he stared out the window.

We got to my apartment within 20 minuets, and mark payed the old taxi driver. As I passed his window on my way around the car, I heard him mumble under his breath.

"Fucking disgusting fags." he muttered, counting marks money.

"Fucking disgusting old men," I said a little loudly, just enough so the driver could hear but mark couldn't. The driver looked up at me in horror, realizing I heard what he said. I showed my biggest smile, and nodded to him. I passed the hood of his car, flipping him off before I passed it onto the grass. The man drove off hurriedly.

"Wonder why'd he drive off so fast?" mark said, completely oblivious.

"I don't know, maybe he had another call," I suggested innocently. Its one thing to call me a disgusting fag, its a whole other thing to call my boyfriend one.

(ITS SHORT I KNOW I'M SORRY!!!! THE NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD BE UP LATER TONIGHT, I AM JUST SUPER TIRED MY NON GENDER SPECIFIC DUDE. LOOK! TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU I'LL DRAW SOMETHING FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER, SUGGESTIONS ARE WELCOME IF YOU WANT BUT I THINK I GOT AN IDEA!!

Tschüss!)