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I moan into the kiss hands on my ass spanking it a few times.  I straddle Shawn in bed my hands roaming his bare chest and abs. His abs flex under my touch as he moans, I go to his neck sucking and biting. He groans but this time it's not pleasure it's pain. "Stop baby, stop, ah shit! I need my meds." I quickly get off him and find them on the dresser. Hand them to him and some water, he sighs taking it. "Sorry baby." I kiss his forehead running my hand through his hair. "It's ok, let me check your Back." I gently sit him up and lean him over. "How does it look?" I study it for a moment gently tracing my fingers. "Storm?" I look at him and smile. "It's healing fine. You should rest." He slowly lays back down covering his face with his arm. "Shawn?" Tears fall down his face. "I'm sorry." He cries. "Shawn." I crawl back in bed with him and wrap my arms around him. "It's ok Shawn." He's been on and off like this for a while, being paralyzed and going to these doctor's appointments are really taking a toll on him. "Shawn it's ok, it's ok." I wipe his tear kissing his cheek a few times before going to his neck leaving light kisses. "I feel like shit." He mumbles. This is all my fault if I didn't go to the bathroom then none of this would have happened. "This isn't your fault Storm, I told you I made my choice." He uncovers his face and looks straight at me and wipes my tears this time. "You didn't have to say it, I knew what you were thinking." I press my forehead against his and then there was a knock at the door. I go to answer but he grabs my wrist. "I got it, I might be paralyzed but I won't let my girl answer the door, not when I'm around." I shake my head. "You should rest." He ignores me and reaches for his wheel chair. I roll my eyes and help him knowing he won't listen. I grab his shirt off the chair and hand it to him. We're staying in his downstairs bedroom that way we don't have to struggle getting him up stairs. Shawn opens the door but, no one is there. "Weird, oh a package." I point. Shawn smiles grabbing it. "It's finally here!" I raise a brow. "What is it?" He doesn't answer, he chuckles rolling away. What is he up too? "Shawn?" He doesn't respond. I groan rolling my eyes. "Shawn, what are you-" I stop in my tracks watching him lay out the items on the bed. He looks at me with a big smile. "Shawn no absolutely not, why do you have a gun?" You don't even have a license." He puts it together. "Actually, I do, I got it last year, I just never had the chance to buy a gun yet. Plus, this is my house and I'm a grown ass man who can do whatever the fuck they want to do. You can't tell me I can't have a gun." I cross my arms. "Why do you need one? You never needed one before." He lays the gun down on safety lock. "To protect you and myself. Who knows if this will happen again. We might get robbed at gun point, a house invasion, anything can happen baby. I have a really safe place to put it. What?" I shake my head. "Why does it bother you so much that I have one? It's not like I'm going to use it on you or go on a killing spree. Storm?" He rolls over to me taking my hands. "Why are you shaking? Tell me what's wrong." I look away. "It's nothing." He lets go and turns back around pulling out a small case. "Look, I'm trying to protect us as much as I can, can you let me do that?" He sits the gun in the case and locks it setting it under the bed. Another knock is at the door and he sighs. "Again?" He rolls back to the door. "Cameron, what are you doing here?" Cameron hands Shawn a package. "I came to check in my friend, also that is for you the delivery guy just dropped it off. Hey Storm." I just wave. He walks in looking around. "Got any beer?" I close the door for Shawn. "I can't drink right now, doctor's orders." He laughs. "Right. Storm, how is it taking care of Mr. Stubborn here." He jokes and Shawn rolls his eyes. "He's been making things easy for me actually, he's not that bad of a patient. Cameron looks down at me then my chest. "You don't say." I back away from him. Shawn clears his throat. "Cameron, seriously man, why are you here, you don't come here unless you need something." Cameron plots himself on the couch his eyes continue to look at my body. "Like I said I came to check on you because you are my friend." I sit on the other couch and Shawn rolls beside me. "What's in the box?" He asks. "Oh yeah, what is in the box?" I ask curiously. His cheeks turn a slight pink. "It's nothing, nothing important just a few things for school." Cameron laughs. "Yeah right. Open it." Shawn laughs. "I'm not opening it in front of the two of you, well, I'm not opening it in front of you I should say more specifically." I really wonder what's in the box. Cameron looks at my legs licking his lips. I think Shawn noticed his staring cause he cleared his throat distracting Cameron from me. "When are you going back to Cali?" Cameron leans back legs spread open, I roll my eyes. "Why does he have to sit that way? "I decided to stay for a little while and was wondering if I can crash here for a bit. I can sleep in the couch, I know you two are sleeping in the guest bed until you heal." Shawn shakes his head. "I knew you needed something." Cameron smiles. "Come on bro, please?" Shawn looks at me then sighs. "Fine. Please no parry's, no inviting random people at my house, keep it clean and stay away from Storm." Cameron laughs at the last part. "Whatever you say bro." I don't trust him.