Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

to do was sleep.
    "I know. Been there. How about you hang onto this ice, and I'll call out for some room service? Got any favorite foods that might keep your attention?” Zane asked as he clasped Ty's shoulder.
    "No,” Ty murmured as he closed his eyes.
    Sighing, Zane got to his feet. He snapped on both lamps and turned on the HD television, pumping up the volume on what looked to be a violent action movie. He tugged on the toes of Ty's boots as he walked by. “No sleeping,” he reminded.
    "Mmkay,” Ty mumbled as he pushed his head under his pillow and promptly began to drift off.
    Zane looked down at him and yanked away the pillow and then all the covers. “Ty, I mean it. Do not go to sleep,” he said firmly.
    "Nap Nazi,” Ty accused miserably.
    "Yeah, sure, hate me for wanting to make sure you don't go into a coma,” Zane said as he nudged Ty's lower back. “Now sit up, and don't forget the ice pack."
    "Look, Florence Nightingale, blasting the TV on a guy with a headache is just cruel,” Ty pointed out grumpily.
    Zane waved him off and walked into the front room to find the menu before returning to the bedroom. Ty sat cross-legged on the bed, but his head was lowered as he held the ice to the back of it, and his eyes were closed. His brow unconsciously furrowed in pain.
    Zane sighed quietly and dropped the menu on the nightstand. He grabbed the remote and clicked off the TV, then sat on the edge of the bed slightly behind the other agent. “Here, let me,” Zane murmured, lifting his hand to touch Ty's on the ice pack. “Sure you don't want something to take the edge off?” he asked quietly.
    "I told you,” Ty mumbled, the words barely audible, “if you're going back there, so am I."
    Scooting back a little, Zane pulled Ty back against his chest, still holding the ice pack. “It'll wait,” he murmured.
    Ty shuddered as he leaned back, but he was too hurt and tired to protest being coddled.
    "Come on, tough guy, I'm sure you've had worse than this."
    "My head hurts, jackass,” Ty muttered, his eyes staying closed as he rested back against Zane's chest.
    Zane smiled, knowing Ty couldn't see him. “Does it hurt worse than your ass?"
    "Shut up,” Ty whined, diving into a sulk like a pro. “Jesus, just stop fucking talking."
    Zane chortled. “You can't win, heads or tails.” He curled one arm around Ty's waist to hold him securely. “Buck up, Marine; you're made of sterner stuff."
    "Bite me, Air Force,” Ty groaned as he tried to turn onto his side and curl up.
    Zane grinned and turned so Ty could lean sideways against him. “Tell me something, Ty. How much of this badass bastard is really you, how much is the Marine, and how much is a show?” he asked.
    Ty was silent, the only sound his soft breathing as he lay unmoving. Finally, he breathed in deeply and asked groggily, “Are you taking advantage of a concussion to pump me for information?"
    "Damn straight,” Zane said immediately.
    After a long moment Ty simply gave an admiring, “Nice."
    Zane smiled a bit and lifted away the ice pack to look at the head wound. “Learned it from you."
    "Not a complete loss, then,” Ty murmured.
    "Nope,” Zane said as he turned over the ice and reapplied it gently. “Not at all. I would never have thought it, but there you go."
    "Hmm?” Ty asked drowsily as the ice started him shivering again.
    "Ty,” Zane said warningly, a little louder. He set down the ice pack, took the other man by the shoulders, and pulled him up into an upright position. He sat beside him as he turned his shoulders and ducked his head to try to catch Ty's eyes. “Don't you go to sleep on me. I mean it. I'll do evil and dastardly things to your body if you do."
    Ty opened his eyes wide and blinked the sleep away, giving his head one little shake as he cleared his throat. “You've already done that,” he reminded Zane seriously.
    "I'm glad you remember,” Zane said wryly. “You did recently take a knock to the head."
    "Just let me fucking sleep, huh? They kept me awake all fucking night, you sadist,” Ty groused sleepily as he closed his eyes.
    "Damn it, Ty, don't make me shake you. Jesus. All right. Cold shower time,” Zane said, practically dragging Ty with him off the bed and toward the bathroom.
    "No!” Ty cried in alarm as he dug his heels in. “Hell, no!” Zane ignored him, pulling him along into the large tiled bathroom. Ty kicked the back of his thigh and tugged at his arm, determined not to get a cold