Jax walked in to the room, a little self-conscious, and his eyes appeared to be closed as always. His book was with him, for he always had one; but he wasn't reading it this time. He was using it to cover something special to him; sometihng special to Me, too. Me had already managed to strip Jax as he slept and hide his clothes, now he was plotting how to remove the book.
"What the Hell was that for?" Me screamed, startled. The baseball bat rested on the ground again.
"You were staring at me again with that damn dopey grin on your face. I hate it when you do that. I had to clear the drool out of your mouth somehow." Jax was incredibly pissed and his trusty Excalibur, the baseball bat, was once again put to good use.
"Damnit all, why must my dreams taunt me?"
"What are you babbling about now?"
"oh, nothing, just, THIS!" Me stole Jax's book right from out of his bewildered hands. "Damn your incessant reading of Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus? What the Hell are you reading this for? Oh well, I have it now, and I can sleep easier."
"You insane freak!" *SMACK* "Don't steal my stuff!" *SMACK/CRACK* "You bitch! You cracked my bat!"
"Success! Now I don't have to worry about being beat with that damn thing anytime I'm near you! I'll just take that book back now, free of threat! YOINK!"
Me ran as fast as he could on his now gimp leg as Jax cried over the loss of his beloved Excalibur.
Meanwhile, Me had managed to make it all the way to the emergency room before passing out due to bloodloss. The torn pages out of the book were only so absorbant, so the blood was all over everything.
The doctor knocked him out to start on the poor bastard's surgery. As he was sleeping, he revisited his fantasy, hollow binding in hand, assured that Jax had no book now.
After the operation, Jax and Niko visited the recovering Me, but they weren't his only visitors . . . The aluminum bat called Yet To Be Named accomanied them.
Me's fantasy world was revoked again, only it was because Niko kissed him on the cheek to fuck with his heavily medicated mind. Me assumed it was Jax (or was it hoped? Perhaps it was both.) and Me reached for Jax's hand. Yet To Be Named then sent ME back into his temporary euphoric state.
Jax was removed by security, but Yet To Be Named took out a few random bystanders.
"I never knew Jax could be so violent. For someone who's incessantly reading, or has his eyes perpetually closed, he has some severe anger management issues." Niko whispered to Me.
"That's why I love him," Me muttered through his comatose state.