Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 3: When suppressed desires explode...settling in!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

Pix of Lt. Bradley Jackson

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Jean sat quietly and watched his sleeping patient. He looked so young, peaceful and innocent. Definitely nothing like the beast he'd seen in action that afternoon. Jean wondered how old he was. Probably not a day over twenty, he was sure. Despite the guy's stature, complete with abs that looked so tight one could probably bounce a quarter off them, he had the face of a kid. A sweet kid if he wasn't scowling. And that tattoo... The word 'survival' had been nicely tattooed on his patient's right pec. Jean wasn't surprised at the choice. The work that Ty and his team did was apparently very risky. From the little he'd heard about what they did, their job was virtually a 'kill or be killed' kind of job. His patient obviously had that tattoo to remind himself to survive at all times, Jean smiled. At least he'd survived his most recent gunshot just as he'd survived the one in his thigh Jean thought with a chuckle. He'd noticed the scare on the soldier's thigh when he stripped him to operate on him. Survival summed it all up perfectly.

Jean stood to check his patient's vitals and then went back his seat. The guy was a strong man so Jean was optimistic that he was going to heal just fine. He hoped the stubborn man would take it easy for at least a month though. The surgery to take out the bullet and patch Bradley up had lasted for about an hour and a half because of the delicate place the bullet was and the fact that Jean had no help. The bullet had lodged itself right beside Bradley's pubic area. About forty-five minutes after the surgery, Bradley had woken up and groggily commented on how blue Jean's eyes were.

"Do you like them?" Jean had laughingly asked Bradley, knowing that he was unlikely to remember anything.

Bradley had stared up at him for a while and then said faintly. "It's stunning." Then he'd closed his eyes and added in a whisper; "Almost as if I'm flying in an endless sky..." He'd trailed off and gone back to sleep, leaving Jean chuckling with amusement.

And he'd been sleeping for the past five hours. Jean had taken a shower, eaten and spoken to Ty and Dean. He'd however not said anything about his patient to his brother, knowing that his house would have been filled with his siblings by then, had he said anything to Dean. The Broody family was a close-knit one. They were involved in each other's lives, were aware of small and large events in each other's lives and were very supportive of each other in times of trouble. Like any siblings, Jean and his brothers fought and disagreed about everything but they loved and cared about each other a lot. His brothers would have come to help him take care of Bradley if he'd said anything to any of them. But Jean wanted to keep them out of his current situation as much as he possibly could. He definitely didn't want to risk their lives too. Jean's thoughts were interrupted by a groan from Bradley. He stood and quickly moved to his side. It was about time, he thought.

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Bradley blinked at the bright light and wondered which idiot had left the light on. It took him a while to realize he was in a hospital. What the fuck had happened to him he wondered, feeling a little disoriented. When he attempted to sit up, he felt pain in his groin and groaned. And that was when he noticed...

"Dean?" Bradley frowned.

"Jean. How're you feeling?" Jean asked as he quickly checked Bradley's vitals.

"Fuck, I got shot." Bradley groaned, remembering what had happened. "Thanks to you." He snatched his hand from Jean's and attempted to move off the bed but Jean held him down.