John is a Vietnam veteran who has been dishonorably discharged for homosexual misconduct. His father has disowned him on the grounds he won't renounce an integral part of who he is. The citizenry isn't kind to returning vets and without work, he quickly finds himself homeless. But he meets up with an unlikely person at the Stonewall Inn, who he immediately defends and finds himself inexplicably attracted to - Dr. Rodney McKay, Phd Phd, technology and physics professor at City College.
John hurried past the nurses as he ran out of the elevator and down the hall of the sixth floor at Mt. Sinai Hospital. He’d arrived a little later than he would have liked after Rodney’s call. He had to find out more about who might have done this to Radek.
He was very worried about Rodney handling this alone after hearing the news from him between his sobs over the phone. Rodney seemed overwhelmed enough about getting Radek an ambulance.
John reassured him that he’d call and inform the faculty. What he didn’t mention was the pointed questions he would ask them. They could’ve met the students’ demands already and put an end to the unrest. John felt the blame rested squarely on them for this attack on their friend. He was surprised at how right he was after what he’d found out from the phone call. The faculty had claimed the unrest was due to lack of security but it slipped out they’d fired all security guards the day before.
John hurried along down the dimly lit corridors of the hospital recovery floor, his heart pounding wildly, his eyes searching. He stopped suddenly in front of a shallow hallway ending in double doors over which the words “Recovery” were written. Two padded benches sat on either side of the hall. A hunched figure sat on the bench’s edge, hands in his face.
“Rodney,” John cautiously approached.
Rodney lifted his face, bloodshot swollen eyes raised to meet him.
“Oh, John,” Rodney whispered through a trembling lip.
He stood shakily to his feet and John instinctively threw his arms around him, holding him close. Rodney broke down sobbing again and John held on, running a hand through his hair, massaging him, calmly, gently.
“It’s gonna be okay. We’re here now. You did good. It’s gonna be alright.” John tried to comfort him despite his own fears and held Rodney close to keep him from seeing his own tears. A few spilled into Rodney’s hair anyway.
Rodney continued to cry into John’s shoulder, not seeming to care anymore who saw them. The hospital was as good a place as any for a breakdown and he couldn't stop himself if he tried.
In spite of all his instincts telling him to let go, that this was dangerous, John wasn’t about to back off now. He felt a strange rush of exhilaration run through him while holding Rodney, his warmth and scent pulling him in. He managed, after some difficulty, to push his emotions down. This was about Rodney, after all. But more importantly, this was about Radek.
“Who would do something like this, John? Radek…he, he wouldn’t hurt anybody…it’s not fair. Why him…god, why him?”