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“Okay guys, I think we can try it now. Jorel is feeling a bit better, he has slept and may be strong enough now.” Aron said as he walked into the kitchen. “Just gotta pack some clothes for him I guess.” Matt looked up, he was sitting in front of Danny, still taking care of the Costa Rican's bleeding nose from the fight that him and George had earlier. He had also taken care of George's blue eyes, they looked swollen, but George didn't really care, he just pushed the pain to the back of his mind, all that mattered to him was that Jorel was feeling better. Matt put the cold washcloth down and then got up from his seat.

Favorite Disease “I still have some frozen pizzas, we'll have dinner after we're done here.” George smiled gently. He was kneeling beside his bathtub, a washcloth in his hand. He reached down and dunked it into the water before he ran it over Jorel's torso. The Italian was sitting in the tub, his head lowered, and he wasn't moving at all. George knew his love was too weak and unmotivated to even take the washcloth and wash himself. He knew he would have to do that for quite a while, until Jorel was feeling better. Hopefully he would feel better at some point. Not because George didn't want to wash the other male, but because it b

Oxygen George didn't want to wake up yet. He wanted to go back to sleep, back to his dream, so he kept his eyes closed and tried to tell himself he had to fall asleep again. In his dream everything had been alright, everything. Reality was a mess. He didn't want to face reality; all the worries, all the pain. The big male squeezed his eyes shut even more, biting his lip, and he pressed his body against the warm one lying in his arms. For a moment he thought it was his love, and he kept on holding to that thought. Just for a few seconds everything was alright. Until he opened his eyes and it wasn't the person he wished was lying next to him.

“So we've been with the wrong Jorel the whole time?” Matt asked, his eyes focused on Aron sitting across from him on the couch. George and Jorel had tied his hands behind his back, afraid he would try to do something. They did not trust him completely. Aron shrugged and eventually nodded. “And that's why we've seen Jorel – the other Jorel, I mean... and you, together. We thought he was with Aron – the other Aron, our Aron, the asshole Aron...” Jordon sighed, rubbing his temples. “Dude, this is so confusing.” Dylan was sitting in the arm chair in Matt's living room, having Jorel sitting on his

It had been love at first sight. Jorel was in love. Not in a romantic kind of way though, that would be weird. More in a 'You're so cute I wanna cuddle you all day and take care of you forever' kind of way. Yes, Jorel was in love. “Is he okay? Should I call a doctor?” Jordon leaned over and whispered into George's ear. The Irishman didn't exactly know how to respond, he was confused. Simply confused. What the hell was going on here? He wasn't the only member of Hollywood Undead who was confused. None of them had an idea what was actually happening here. They were all tired, it was early in the morning, they had come to the stud

Matt smiled sadly as he put a new wet washcloth on his friend's forehead. He put his hand on the other one's cheek and ran his thumb over it, trying to comfort him a bit, to make him feel better. Jorel had to put a lot of effort into simply breathing. Matthew watched his chest heave slowly as he took a deep breath. To be honest he had no idea how to help his friend. They had tried so many medicine and other treatments, but nothing was working. Jorel was feeling worse and worse every day.  And it had been going like this for weeks, he had no idea how much longer he would make it. Hopefully Aron would be back soon... they somehow had to get Jor