After standing up for Jamie, Meg has been conked in the head and knocked unconscious. Today she's allowed visitors, even if she hasn't woken up yet.

Note: Jamie used modern AU femboy Cloud Strife as a faceclaim while Megara used Lightning

Tags: Comagirls, masturbation, crossdressing, scars, facial, groping, hospital, probably like six kinds of illegal, rape, maybe? Pretty sure you can't consent when you're in a coma. Uh, pseudo-incest.

Jamie was nervously ushered into the room by a matronly nurse, saying he could take all the time in the world to see 'her' sister. She thought he was a girl, without even trying, dressed as he was in a trendy wide-collar shirt, and tight hip hugging jeans, topped off with a scarf so big it doubled as a shawl, all of which was technically unisex. Maybe it was the make up he wore, or the bug eyed oversized sunglasses that hid the bruise on his eye. Jamie didn't correct her. Normally he'd like that kind of thing, but today a confusing mess of feelings weighed his stomach down.

He slipped in and waited for the nurse to leave, listening as the footsteps went down the hall. Machines beeped. He could hear other patients and people in the halls, if he listened hard enough, but it was late and no one else was around. He didn't really plan to do anything, but even without realizing it he was trying to see if he could get away with it. After standing there at the door for a moment longer, he took off his scarf and hung it on the chair. He bit his lip, and put the TV on mute, and walked in a small circle, with his hand over his mouth, running his hand through is artfully shaggy blonde hair.

When he couldn't stall anymore, he slowly edged over until he was next to your hospital bed.

You had the room to yourself, and it gave him a little more courage than if he'd had to keep his cool in front of another patient. He looked you over, seeing the way your chest softly rose and fell, taking in the beeping of the monitors. Then he quickly looked away, to your arms, that lay at your side as if you were just sleeping. There were still bruises on them. Jamie knelt down by the bed and picked up your hand, knuckles still red and raw. He held it in his shaking hands and kissed it, feeling the scabs under his lips.

"Why'd y-you have to go and do something so stu-stupid?" he finally asked, voice breaking. A tear fell on the back of your hand.

You didn't say anything in response.

"I love you so much, big sis..." Jamie continued, "you didn't have to stand up for me, you idiot."

He sniffled, fighting back tears, and finally looked up at your face, watching you breathe, and sleep. The way your lips parted ever so gently. It had been a week, and you were breathing on your own. Jamie turned away, not wanting to look at your face. It was as beautiful as ever, but where part of your pink hair was shaved--roots showing now--there was a nasty stitching.

It took him a second to realize that when he averted his gaze he wasn't just staring into space, he was looking at your breasts. Soft, pillowy. They rose and fell slowly, the sound of your breathing the only noise in the room, other than the pounding of his own heart. The hospital gown isn't the tightest, the thin fabric stiff enough to make ridges, and closed in the front with a knotted toggle, instead of at the back. From where he sits, Jamie can see just inside the gown.

He shifts uncomfortably, and tells himself it's because he's kneeling on the tile.