He didn't argue against his clothes being removed, but winced when the ice was applied to the bruises. The florescent lighting of the bathroom made the bruises look a little worse than they were, but they were still going to hurt for a while. He listened to J-S talking, trying to tune it out as his own thoughts ran through his head.
"Just…shut up," he said softly. It sounded cold, but J-S kept talking and Chad was still processing what was going on and he couldn't think with J-S so clearly worried about Chad leaving. "I need…"
He paused, thinking, and really…only one thing came to mind. The craving hit him so suddenly. "I just need a cigarette."
It hurt to breathe, but fuck it. If he had a cigarette, he could take this. The world wasn't falling apart. The pain meant he was still alive, and that this was really happening. So, if he just smoked a cigarette, it would bring a little normalcy back to everything, right?
He sat back down on the toilet, keeping his boxer briefs on even though the rest of his clothes were gone. He didn't care, though. He had worn less around J-S several times.