"Adrian! Hang on, I've got something for that." The nurse rushes over with some medication. 

He tries to stay polite as he growls slightly with pain, refusing Anders' help as he gets himself back into the chair. "I'm fine, I don't need that drowsy shit."

"You don't have to suffer with it, Adrian, don't be afraid to take it. You're safe here, we won't let you go through this alone."

Anders bites his lip against what he wants to say, which is, they'd rather drug you into oblivion than actually do anything about it. 

He stands back away from Adrian, physical cues noted. 

Sitting down hasn't helped, and he knows he has to just accept what she's offering. Doesn't mean he's going to let her know he's losing, so he takes the medication and swallows it dry. "Fine, if it'll make you go away."

"Gone, I promise." The nurse takes Adrian's foul mood in stride, and once she's sure he's taken the medication, goes away. 

He pouts, upset at having to admit to his pain, even to himself, especially in front of a relative stranger. "Say a fucking word about it and I will hit you with my cane."

"I will say nothing to anyone about anything ever," Anders swears.

"What the fuck were we talking about?"

“How famous I am around here?”

"That, or you were telling me your name, strange guy I just met."

Anders leans in close, and winks. "Anders, handsome."

AH! Adrian panics briefly, hoping the immediate reaction of attraction to this very flirty guy doesn't surface obviously enough for anyone to see, but he is very drowsy, so anyone with their face close to his would see the truth, he is very very interested. Instead, he schools his features into something like disgust and leans away from the personal space invader he has apparently gained.

"Woah, dude, I have issues, but they aren't that bad."

The feeling Anders gets is like bile rising in his throat, while ice slips down his spine, and rocks fall into his stomach. 

"My issues have nothing to do with my sexuality. And neither does anyone elses." 

"Look, I... I'm not gay, so just. Leave space for Jesus, okay?"

Anders laughs hard. Painfully. 

"Leave space for Jesus. I was beaten for Jesus. He should make room for me." He storms off, knocking over chairs in his way.

Adrian tries to feel bad, but all he feels is relief, he can't have a pretty boy in his space, his life is already wrecked in almost every way. So he's glad, because he's already being beaten, been beaten, for his mother's transgressions, he doesn't need to be beaten in the name of Christ too. Who needs friends so long as you're still alive right?

Right?

Adrian is left alone for the rest of the day, though the nurses do come through every so often to encourage him to go to group sessions, or offer him recreation. 

Unless he's forced, he'll just sit, brooding, staring out the window, wishing he was anywhere but here.

There's a knock on his door, and an apologetic Anders.

"Hey. Sorry. Didn't mean to make your shit any harder. But also, maybe tone back the homophobia?"

"Why are you saying sorry?" He knows if someone tossed shit at him like that, he wouldn't bother cosying up to the piece of shit. He doesn't trust himself to make contact with this Anders guy so instead resolutely stares at the ceiling, stretching his injured leg out on the bed.

"Because I've also said some shit I don't mean to make someone stop talking to me. And...considering you're in here, I made the assumption it was the same thing."