***Matt’s POV***

Oh.  My.  God.  I can’t even believe I did that.  All of that…and he…

This is too much to take right now.  He kissed me.  He, Eddie, kissed ME!  And I told him I loved him…and he didn’t get mad…and I got to touch him…

Ok Matt.  Breathe.  He’s sleeping now, and I know it’s way past visitation hours.  Plus, I think I’ve stranded Sean here long enough.

Ok, maybe not.  As I walk out into the hallway, I saw Sean sitting in a plastic chair, a sleeping Chris Jericho half on his lap.  Sean looked up at me tiredly.  “How’s he doing?”

I sat down on the chair next to him.  “He woke up, but then fell back to sleep.”  I don’t have the energy or the composure to explain it all to Sean right now.  I squint at the place where Sean’s dark curls touched Chris’s pale skin.  It looks surprisingly pretty.  “And what happened out here?”  I try to keep my tone light.

Sean glanced down at Chris, and a tiny smile crosses his face.  “Poor guy.  It’s tearing him apart, he’s blaming himself, and finally he just kinda conked out.”  Just then, Chris started to stir, mumbling to himself.  Sean helped him stumble to his feet, and finally we piled into the car to go back to the hotel.

Sean got Chris safely tucked in, and then walked with me back to my room.  “Something happened tonight, didn’t it?”  he asked.  I stood there in shock for a moment, then nodded.  “Something you don’t really want to talk about.”  I nodded again.  “Was it a bad something?”

I shook my head.  “Good something.”

Sean ruffled my hair.  “We’ll chit-chat tomorrow, ok?”  Abruptly, he placed a chaste kiss to my forehead.  “Now go get some sleep.”

As he walked away, I saw Tazz wander out of the room next to mine.  I waved to him and he nodded in my direction.  I could overhear him muttering something about “Mikey who need fricking orange juice at fricking two a.m. so they can get in the mood…”  I jus shook my head at him and went to bed.

**
I was woken up by my phone ringing.  It was way too early in the morning, but I picked it up anyways.  “Hello?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”  The voce on the other end was spaced-out, Spanish, and very angry.

“Eddie?  What’s wrong?”  Oh this is so not good.  This must be about yesterday….

“What do you mean what’s wrong???  I’m not the one who crept up on someone while they were in the hospital and then went making out with someone else…”

Ok, now I’m lost.  “What do you mean?  I haven’t been making out with anyone..”

“That isn’t what Tazz told me...”

Tazz…oh…oh NO!  “Eddie, that was nothing…you should know that…I would never make out with Sean, I don’t; know where he’s been…”  Oh God, I’m gonna cry…this is so bad…

“Well Dean and Perry said you both really seemed to be getting into it!”  Eddie didn’t sound like himself, he sounded frantic and…

It’s the drugs, it has to be.  I try to stay calm.  “Eddie, Dean and Perry helped put you in the hospital, why would they tell you the truth?”

“Did they really?  Or did you just tell me that to turn me against them???”  With that, Eddie slammed down the phone.

Too stunned to think, I went out into the hall and knocked on the door to the room next to mine.  Michael Cole answered the door, hair mussed and clad only in…orange boxers?  I tried to keep from vomiting as I said “Where’s Tazz at?”

“He’s uhm…he’s still sleeping…”

“Am not.”  The voice was cheerful as the short, dark man walked up behind Michael, wrapping his arms around the thinner man’s waist.  “What brings you here, Matt?”

I wanted to share in the good mood, really I did, but I couldn’t.  “Why did you tell Eddie that me and Sean were making out?”  I wanted my voice to sound angry, but only succeeded in sounding like a kicked puppy.

Tazz raised an eyebrow.  “Hey, why don’t we step into the hallway?”  He pressed a kiss to Michael’s neck as we walked outside the door.  He shut the door behind him and glared.  “Look, you gotta see this my way.  I got three guys banging on my door, telling me that if I don’t tell that little rat-dog about what I saw, they’re gonna go after Mikey in there.  You’ll understand how I wouldn’t want anything to happen to him.”  His expression softened a bit when he saw my distress.  “Don’t get your little mesh shirt in a knot.  I’m sure your little buddy will come around once he gets off those meds he’s on.”  With that, Tazz walked back inside his room.

I slid down to the floor, burying my face in my hands.  What a mess.

Don't wanna lose you now
Baby, I know we can win this
Don't wanna lose you now
No no, or ever again
I've got this feeling you're not gonna stay
It's burning within me
The fear of losing
Of slipping away
It just keeps getting closer
 -BSB, “Don’t Wanna Lose you Now”