Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

as the radio played. “Whiner."
    "Shut up,” Ty muttered, trying not to watch the traffic passing so it wouldn't make him sick. He took his sunglasses off and rubbed his eyes. “I should not have eaten,” he murmured after a moment, and he leaned his head against his hand and covered his eyes with his fingers.
    Glancing over at the other man, worry showed on Zane's face. “We can go back to the Tribeca for a while,” he offered. “I don't particularly want to see you puking your guts up."
    It spoke to just how lousy he was feeling that Ty didn't argue. He just swallowed heavily and nodded in agreement. Zane turned at the next right and twenty minutes later they pulled up at the doors. “Go ahead. I'll go park the truck,” Zane said.
    "No,” Ty answered with a shake of his head as he looked up at the hotel. “We need to stick to each other as much as we can."
    Without saying another word, Zane put the SUV back in motion and drove down into the parking garage. When he stopped the truck, one glance at the other man worried him more. “Ty, you don't look so good."
    "I don't feel so good, neither,” Ty muttered. A violent shiver ran through him, and he looked over at Zane with a frown. He had lost his color, and he was feeling slightly light-headed.
    Zane's eyes widened. “Is this left over from before? Are you that sensitive to drugs?"
    "I think it's the concussion thing,” Ty murmured as he unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door with a slight lurch. “I been fighting it all morning,” he muttered. “And no more drugs!” he called as he got out of the car and pushed the door shut.
    Sliding his way out of the seat belt and getting out of the truck, Zane met Ty at the back bumper, reaching forward to catch the other man when he staggered. “Christ,” Zane hissed below his breath. He slid an arm under Ty's and helped him walk.
    "Told you I should've stayed in the fucking hospital,” Ty grumbled as he held to Zane tightly. “Jesus. At least I didn't do this in front of the kid,” he muttered as he tried and failed to walk a straight line. “Maybe I need to go back,” he said doubtfully.
    "It wasn't safe at the hospital,” Zane answered. He tightened his arm around Ty when they stopped at the elevator and he reached out to hit the button. “Anyone can walk into those rooms. You're better off here. But this time you're taking some Tylenol to help with the swelling and fever,” he chastised. Zane could feel the heat radiating off his partner.
    "Fever,” Ty huffed dubiously, closing his eyes and staving off another wave of nausea. “I've never had a concussion before,” he added in a distant voice.
    "Never?” Zane said in disbelief as he helped Ty into the elevator. “You were Recon in the Marines and undercover for the FBI, and you've never had a concussion? How the hell did you manage that?"
    "I ducked,” Ty answered in a childishly honest voice.
    "You ducked,” Zane muttered. “Smartass.” He shifted Ty closer against him as he made sure he had the other man on his feet when the door opened. “Think you can make it under your own power to the main elevator?” he asked, looking out into the corridor.
    "Uh huh,” Ty answered with a nod that made him wince. He swallowed heavily and straightened up, closing his eyes and trying to use sheer willpower to force his head to stop spinning. “Maybe,” he amended.
    Zane looked over him doubtfully, but led the way out of the elevator, hovering right next to Ty as they strolled slowly down the hall to the main bank of elevators. Luckily, being the middle of the afternoon, people were sparse. He hit the up button.
    Ty didn't know what was worse, keeping his eyes open and seeing the room spin or closing them and feeling it. He placed his palm against the wall and leaned heavily against it, going whiter as he tried to plow through it. “Which hotel was this?” he asked Zane as he finally closed his eyes again.
    Zane's eyes flashed to Ty, seeing him pale. “The Tribeca Grand,” he murmured, moving closer to slide his arm around Ty's lower back.
    "So I can crash?” Ty ventured hopefully, leaning into Zane again as the elevator doors opened.
    "Yeah, you can,” Zane agreed, not letting go of him as they stepped into the elevator. Five minutes later they were in the room, and Zane helped Ty to the bed. “Here we are again,” he said with a sigh. “Can you sit up long enough for me to get the Tylenol?"
    "Yeah,” Ty answered with a deep