Slash watched his right knee bounce up and down like a motor running. He got anxious every time a doctor came into the waiting room. 

When they got there, they carried Axl away to some room, eventually a nurse lady came and informed him stuff they had to do. They couldn't give him any pain medication because the shot they gave him had knocked him out.  

Slash was impatient for them to just tell him all the stuff they did to him, he didn't want them to leave anything out, but he got the impression they were, and it was probably just because it wasn't necessary to inform him, and he might not even understand all the medical language. 

They said that it was lucky he got him there in time because he was losing blood pretty quickly, so they could bandage it and clean the wound before it got infected. He didn't lose a fatal amount of blood, but it was a decent amount so that's why he kept getting dizzy. Part of it was also from shock, and it was pretty common for people to go into shock from such wounds. But his, fortunately, wasn't very severe. 

Slash wondered if that maybe was from him. He didn't want to be arrogant, but he was at least a little certain that if he hadn't shown up for him that he'd probably be in a worse condition than he was now. 

They told him they took an x-ray of his leg, and they were gonna continually check for infection, and in a while they should be able to put stitches in, depending on the results of the x-ray. 

So it was Slash's current understanding that he was unable to go back there, so they could do... Nothing. 

Ugh that just outright pissed him off. Axl was just sleeping back there, and he had to stay out here, waiting for them to come back and tell them how the x-ray went. It was fucking ridiculous.

Slash almost jumped out of his seat when the nurse he had been talking to came back into the waiting room. "How is he?" he asked with an embarrassing amount of worry in his voice. 

She gave him a sympathetic smile, "He's fine, he's still just sleeping right now. However, the uh, x-ray results came back, and there's nothing actually wrong with the bone, but there is a small dog tooth in the muscle tissue." 

Slash blinked unknowingly, "So... What does that mean?" 

She flipped some of the papers on her clipboard, "Well, we're going to have to extract it, which will require surgery." 

Slash clenched his teeth, "Er... He's not going to like that..." 

She looked at him calmly, "Do you know how it happened? We'd ask him for information but he's been out." 

Slash shook his head, "No I uh, I don't, I just brought him here." 

She nodded and softly smiled, "You seem to care a lot about him. Is he your... partner?" 

Slash blinked, slightly amused how she wouldn't want to be offensive using the term boyfriend. Slash could try and explain his relationship with Axl, but it could be pretty difficult, especially to somebody who'd never really been around either of them. Besides, this was much more fun. 

Slash smiled, "Um, yeah, he's my boyfriend." 

She nodded, "I figured. You can come back with him now, though."

Slash smiled, "Thanks."

Slash followed her down a hallway to a door that looked identical to literally all the others in the building. "Alright, he's in here, we'll come back again later, press the little button on the bed if he needs immediate assistance." Slash nodded and she walked off. 

Slash quietly opened the door and closed it as soundlessly as he could. He walked inside and found Axl, sleeping quietly on the slightly elevated bed, an IV in his wrist, and a lot of little bandages on his arms and his chest. 

Slash sat down on the chair next to the bed, resting his hand on Axl's wrist. Slash stroked calm little circles on the top of his hand. 

Slash ducked his head under Axl's forearm, nestling against his body. Slash felt the bandages on Axl's arm and his stomach brush against him, but he chose to ignore it. All he felt was his warm body and his smooth skin. 

Slash closed his eyes sleepily. He felt Axl stir underneath his head. Axl groaned, "Nnn... Slash..?" he yawned. 

Slash smiled, "Hey.." 

Axl played with Slash's hair, "They tell you anything?" He mumbled sleepily. 

Slash nodded, "Uh, yeah, you're uh, gonna have to go under surgery, you got a dog tooth in your leg." 

Axl whined, "Nnnn..! Baby that's really scary! I don't wanna..!" 

Slash sighed, "I know Axl. You'll feel better later though. And I'll be right here when you get back." Axl whined some more but went quiet. 

Slash sat up under Axl's arm with a sudden realization, "Fuck the other guys have no idea where I am!" 

Axl hissed, "Ow ow baby you're tugging on my IV!" 

Slash felt flustered with embarrassment, "Shit shit I'm sorry I'm sorry Axl!" 

Axl rolled his eyes, "You're fine, it's not like you ripped it out," he muttered, feeling his wrist. 

Axl softened his gaze, looking down at the floor, "...Thanks for uh... For coming to get me..." 

Slash looked at him, "It's fine, it's not like it was that difficult." 

Axl's face felt hot and he scratched the back of his neck, "I-I know, I know... Just, listen, I... I know I'm a real pain in the ass. And now we can't go to tonight's gig because I got a fucking lame leg. And I feel like shit always getting myself in trouble like this and I," he huffed, frustrated with himself and his struggling for words, "I'm sorry I keep making you pick me up off the street. I just... I hate myself for how stubborn I am," he sighed and Slash smiled, as his stubbornness was causing him to be hardly able to spit out a sentence. 

Slash was thinking Axl was really adorable when he was all flustered and embarrassed trying to apologize. His face got all red and he'd avoid eye contact, his usually fully confident words now quiet and uncertain. He was like a little grumpy toddler who broke something and was trying to apologize.

Axl sighed, forcing himself to finish his sentence, "I'm sorry you have to put up with my bitchy ass." 

Slash looked at him, "Axl don't ever say that," he gave him a silly smile, "You have a beautiful ass." 

Axl grinned, "Well aren't you just a doll." 

Axl took both sides of Slash's face in his hands and gave him a big kiss on the lips. Axl let his head fall back, "Mmm.. We should have sex. I'm gonna die in surgery, I'd like to have one last good fuck." 

Axl grabbed Slash by the shoulder and gave him a serious look in the eyes, making Slash giggle, and he could see by the way the corners of his mouth kept twitching up into a grin how close he was to laughing. Axl deepened his already deep voice, "Darling, would you please fuck my troubles away." 

Slash blinked and bit his lip, trying not to laugh, "I thought you'd never ask." 

He quickly climbed into his bed over him, careful not to knee his IV chord. They both giggled and Slash pinned Axl to the bed, kissing all over his face with an overly aggressive amount of affection. Slash passionately kissed his forehead, then his eyes, then his nose, and cheek, and lips, and ear, and his jaw. Axl fake-moaned, giving out desperate little whines. Slash crawled over him, pressing against Axl's body. Axl grunted, "Ngh, Slash baby, bruises... Ow..." 

Slash grinned, kissing his face, "That's right baby say my name." 

Axl smiled but then whined again a little, "A-ah, ouch..." 

Slash softened his touch not to hurt him as much, "Yeah honey...That's it...I'mma make you hurt so good," he giggled. Axl giggled in return as Slash kissed his neck playfully but gently. 

Slash paused, brushing some of his ginger hair off his neck, and there was the mark again. And Slash couldn't kiss him where another person had marked him. 

Slash sat up off of Axl. Axl blinked at him in confusion as to why he refrained his silliness, "What?" 

Axl looked at him with a confused face, he didn't look upset or frustrated, he actually looked a little concerned, which Slash was actually a little grateful for, not like when he was drunk and he stopped from fucking him, they were just being goofy. But Slash almost never stopped being goofy, and Axl looked clueless and uneasy.

Slash gave him a gentle look and bit his tongue, "Axl..." Slash's throat tightened uncomfortably with worry and protectiveness. Slash brushed his thumb over the mark. "Who did this to you..?"