~Chapter Sixty-One~

                                    

                                          
Jared takes off his sweat shirt. Evan starts with his arms. Both of them. They go up pretty far. Then he has him take off his shirt. He's got a lot more on his stomach and his back that are clearly made from his dad. Next taking off his sweat pants. Leaving him in his boxers. His got cuts and bruises all the way up to his thighs. His cheeks have really bad bruises on them as well. Evan tries his best to clean or bandage or fix every single bit of him, mumbling little apologies here and there. Jared winces a few times. They all hurt. Soon Jared is being called by Michael.
                          
"You should pick up. Could be important." He does.
                          
"Hello?"
                          
"Dude, where the fuck are you?? Evan left his phone in the room and we can't find him either, is everything okay??"
                          
"Yeah. I'm with Evan. We're... busy right now."
                          
"Doing what?? Where?? You're freaking Rich out, the man is scared. I'M scared."
                          
"We've just been out. We made up don't worry." He looks to Evan who's concentrated on fixing him.
                          
"Okay. All right cool." he sounds so relieved. "All right they're gonna head back to the dorm and I'm gonna swing by Gav's hotel before he heads back out to Wyoming."
                          
"Oh, um, okay. How close are they?"
                          
"Bout half way across campus."
                          
"Alright. Thanks bye." He hangs up and looks to Evan. 
                          
"You need to hurry. Jake and Rich are in their way."
                          
"Shit. I'm going as fast as I can. Get your shirt back on." He does. As quickly as he can. Soon getting his pants on and just rolling them up for Evan to finish at the bottom. And rolling them down right as Jake and Rich walk in. He stuffs his hands in his pocket. Hiding them.
                          
"Thank God, we were worried as fuck!" 
                          
"S-Sorry."
                          
"We were just out. We made up. Everything's good." They're hiding the first aid behind them.
                          
"Well... That's good! That's step one down on Evan's to do list of getting better, right?" 
                          
"Y-Yes. Yes it is."
                          
"W-what the next step?"
                          
"G-Getting things sorted with... With Conner."
                          
"Oh....... um, okay." He would leave but he can get up without being in so much pain.
                          
"So if you guys made up... Are you staying the night?"
                          
"Only if Evans allows me"
                          
"... Yeah. If you want." "Cool. Well... Welcome to the dorm then. You're replacement Michael. "
                          
"I guess. Also, how did he get my number?"
                          
"I gave it to him cause he asked. We looked around, couldn't find you and he was all 'fuck it, what's Jared's number?'"
                          
"Where did you guys look??"
                          
"Several bathrooms, the lobby of every dorm building, your dorm, etc."
                          
"Huh then, I guess we didn't look hard enough."
                          
"Who'd have thought you would come back here?" 
                          
"Yeah..." Jared is so uncomfortable and in so much pain. He's wrapped in bandages all over his body. Rich pulls Jake over to his bed with him and Evan quickly throws the First aid kit under the bed. He whispers 
                          
"You don't have to stay if you don't want to."
                          
"I can't go back to my dorm"
                          
"... Okay."