Notes: WHY WAS THIS SO LONG, I COULD'VE PUBLISHED THIS AS AN ACTUAL FIC. (this one is probably one of my favs now tho)

When Jason decided he wanted to be a nurse, he didn't think he would be nursing a blind orphan. He most definitely didn't think said blind orphan, would come in the very nice package known as Leo Valdez.

Leo whined. "I don't even like peas! Especially not hospital peas."

"How do you know these are peas?" Jason persisted, pushing the spoon towards the other's mouth.

Leo snorted. "Just like how I know I'm not going to eat them." Leo pushed up his knee, hitting the tray of food to make a point.

Jason sighed, putting down the spoon. "Fine. I don't know how you did this three evenings in a row, but one day you will eat these peas."

"Damn your peas. Damn them to pea hell," Leo stuck out his tongue, and rubbed at his eyes. He blinked them back open, revealing glazed over eyes. "Where the heck are my glasses? And why is it so freaking bright in here? I might not be able to see, but I can still see how freaking bright it is in here. I swear, one day, these lights might just give me skin cancer."

Jason stifled a laugh, and pushed the sunglasses from on top of Leo's head down to his face. Leo sighed in bliss, as Jason flicked off one of the lights. "Thank you, very much you douche."

"No problem. Are you going to eat the macaroni and cheese?" Jason picked up the spoon again, and scooped up a thing of more peas.

"Heck yeah! Gimme the mac and cheese, man." Leo stuck out his hand, when Jason shoved down the spoon filled with peas.

"You tried to kill me," Leo gagged slightly, coughing. "With peas. I hope you get fired, Jason."

Jason shrugged. "You didn't eat lunch earlier. How come?"

"For Christ's sake, Jason," Leo's hands flew as he spoke. "I didn't eat lunch, so you forced me to eat peas? At least tell me there is actually mac and cheese on that tray."

Jason glanced at it. No mac and cheese (although that is planned for Friday's menu). "Nah. Do you like chicken?"

"Ugggggh," Leo groaned, leaning back in his hospital bed. "I wish my stupid depression would be healed. I look happy, don't I?"

"I'm not sure depression can heal like that," Jason mused. "And you caused some serious harm to your body, Leo."

"Well, I'm not exactly sure how you expect me to cut properly, when I can't see what I'm doing? Jeez, stop making me talk about my vision, you insensitive jerk. First the lights thing, now the self-harm." Leo shifted his head, and he seemed to be staring straight into Jason. "You're a terrible nurse. I would quit my job if I were you."

"But you would miss me too much," Jason teased, using his gloved fingers to pick up a piece of chicken. "Open your mouth. No peas, I swear on my student loans."

Leo chewed thoughtfully. "I guess I would miss you. And you know I can use my hands, right? My arms don't hurt anymore."

"You might tear your stitchings." Jason said, with an unsure look on his face. "Then you'd have to stay even longer."

"I guess." Leo frowned then grinned. "But then you'll just have to take care of me the entire time."

"You know," Jason glanced outside the closed door through the tiny window. No one seemed to be around. "You're not my only patient."

Leo stuck out his tongue, and sat up in the bed. "I know. But I'm your favorite."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Naturally."

"Was that sarcasm?" Leo scrunched up his nose. "Cause I hate when your sarcastic. I'm the sarcastic one here. Can I get my book?"

Jason reached towards the other empty hospital bed. The bed was used, as hasn't been used since before Leo was entered into the hospital. Jason ended up using it, to put Leo's stuff. Among the various things, were the various braille text books, with large faced text to go with it.

"Which one? The Cat in the Hat or Green Eggs and Ham?" There were definitely more challenging books, like the giant thing of Shakespeare's works, but Leo never really cared.

"Do I look like a toddler to you? Of course I want Green Eggs and Ham." Leo scoffed. "I'm not on that basic level of The Cat in the Hat."

Jason slid the book onto Leo's lap, who threw it on the ground. "What the heck, Leo?"

Leo gave Jason a blank face. "I didn't ask for a book. Why are you making fun of me and my disabilities, Jason? Do you take pleasure from other's pain?"

"Leo." Jason said in his most serious voice. "If it wasn't for the fact that you're in a hospital, I would punch you."

"Now, that," Leo laughed. "Wouldn't be nurse material. I think they would fire you."

"What a shame then," Jason sat next to Leo on the bed. "You won't have me to take care of you anymore."

Leo pressed his hand against Jason's knee. "Too bad. I'll miss the Jason experience. What's your last name, by the way?"

"Grace," Jason muttered, pushing the abandoned tray of food towards the edge of the bed. "Jason Grace."

"Nice to meet you, Jason Grace." Leo stuck out his hand, and Jason shook it.

"Nice to meet you, Leo Valdez." Jason said, laughing.

Leo's face contorted weirdly. "Valdez? How do you even know that? I bet you're not even a nurse, you're just a stalker."

"It's in your file." Jason shrugged. "Why would I need to stalk a sixteen year old? You're not even in college."

"Oh my God, you're right." Leo gasped. "You're probably like fifty. I like a fifty year old man!"

"Leo," Jason deadpanned. "Do you think a fifty year old man would like a teenage boy? Besides, fifty really isn't that old."

"A pedo would." Leo exclaimed. "I guess you aren't too old. You don't look that old."

"You mean, feel." Jason explained. "There's a difference between looking and feeling."

"Whatever," Leo huffed. "Touching your face is like the same thing as looking at it. I bet I can guess what color it is."

Jason laughed. "Have you even seen color?"

"Nope. But people try to explain it all the time." Leo explained, taking off his sunglasses. His eyes was focused on the window, rather than Jason. "I bet you're blue. You seem like a blue person."

"That doesn't even make any sense."

"Shut up."

Jason rolled his eyes, and one of Leo's crept along his jaw. "Lemme just tell you, that no one is the color blue."

"Damn." Leo scrunched up his face. "I wanted to be blue. Wait, so what am I?"

Jason leaned in close to Leo's face. "Tan. Like a yummy tan. And your eyes are kind of grayish, with some dark brown. You're hair is black, along with your eyelashes and stuff. You have light pink lips." Jason licked his own lips.

Leo's eyes flitted right towards Jason. "I have no idea what that stuff is. But, people do tell me the sky's blue. So therefore, you're blue."

"Still doesn't make sense." Jason laughed. Leo's face became one of concentration, when he examined Jason's face with his hands.

"Is it weird," Leo hesitated. "That I like touching your face."

"Is it weird," Jason replied. "That I like one of my patients."

Leo hummed out a response, and rested his hand on Jason's cheek. "I think it's okay. What color is your hair. I like your hair, and how it feels."

"Yellow." Jason put simply. "It's called blond, but it's basically yellow."

"Like sun yellow, or egg yolk yellow?" Leo asked, one of his hands running through Jason's hair.

Jason chuckled. "You don't even know what those are."

"Hey," Leo's voice grew serious. "I can see the sun. Well sort of. I can see the light, you know? Close your eyes, and turn your head towards the sun, and you can see it too."

"I guess." Jason said. "Is that's what it's like for you? Like you're closing your eyes."

Leo tilted his head away, and dropped both hands into his lap. "I guess. That's how I always described it. Hey, can we not talk about this?"

"Sure." Jason said, and Leo's hands return to touching his face. "You're going to give me acne, one of these days."

"Who cares? I'm the teen here, the one who has to worry about it." Leo shrugged. "Your hands smell like chicken."

"My hands are in my lap. Which is where yours should be, because you know, stitches."

Leo dropped one hand onto Jason's thigh. The other hand rested on Jason's cheek. "Whatever. Don't you have more patients to be with? I thought you were like a super nurse or something."

"Nah. My shift ended ten minutes ago. You're my last one." Jason admitted. It was true, Leo was his last one, but Jason usually ended staying later than he had to. All the other workers in the hospital knew why, but never commented on it.

"Hmm," Leo hummed. "You should go. Don't you have a family or something, you fifty year old man?"

"No. I have a sister, but she travels." Jason laughed. "I don't have a family, yet alone a girlfriend or a boyfriend."

Leo bit his lip. "Oh."

Jason rolled his eyes. He didn't want to deal with teenage nervousness. They had already admitted they liked each other.

To Jason's surprise, Leo leaned in first. He had no idea what he was doing, and his nose nearly collided with Jason's.

"Okay." Jason laughed. "Let me try." He pushed his hand on Leo's cheek, and leaned in. Their lips brushed for a few seconds, when Leo pulled back. His eyes were unfocused, and it looked like he was staring at the fern behind Jason.

"Holy crap." Leo gasped.

"What? Never kissed someone?" Jason teased.

"No- I mean yeah, but that's not it." Leo looked horrified. "Was that your chicken hand? Oh my God, the acne."

"Leo," Jason gave him a deadpan look. "We just kissed, and you're worried about acne. The stuff you normally get when being a teenager."

"Well, I used to have clear skin, so yes I'm worried." Leo swung his legs to the other side of the bed. "Pass me my stick, and let me go to the bathroom. I need to wash my face because of you."

Jason suppressed a long sigh. Sometimes he wondered if getting fired for punching a patient was worth it.