Just re-read again. Great story, don't delete.

Aww, it's so sweet. I'm grinning like an idiot from the sugar buzz this story gave me. :)

Please don't delete it. I like it. I like it a lot.

-TheOne(ThatLikesIt!)

Great story! Please don't delete.

now if the pain would just go away, Neal could start functioning again...great second chapter can't wait to read chapter 3

Great chapter

I like your story but honestly your grammar, punctuation and misuse of tenses makes the whole reading experience a bit irking. Now, I'm not saying this to attack you. The best way to get better at something is simply to accept constructive criticism. I think you should find a good beta. For one matter, you have no periods at the end of quotations.

Example: "Even so, I'm sorry" if what you have, when it should be "Even so, I'm sorry."

You also keep mixing past tense with present tense. Great story, don't get me wrong. You just need to work a little on grammar and such. I won't bother to go into any more detail on the mistakes here. I think you're great just try harder next time :)

Keep up the good work.

"Neal smiled slowly, but it quickly faded - his chest hurt, his throat hurt, and his head especially hurt."

"Peter pulled his hand away from Neal's and patted him awkwardly on the back, before taking his seat again.

"Thank you, Peter," Neal said quietly.

"Anytime, buddy. So, you wanna tell me what happened?"

"Wow, Peter," Neal laughed. "Not even a minute to recover, and hello, here's the interrogation."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Neal, are you okay?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Then I guess you're good to answer my questions. What happened?"

"Fine. So, I went in, and those two dealers were in a argument - a really big one, screaming at each other, and then out come the guns. I try to intervene, but one of the guests happens to be the son of a victim of one of the cons I /allegedly/ pulled. He threw me in."

Peter's eyes widened in shock.

"We sent you in there, without backup. You could have died. Neal, I'm sorry. I should have known better."

Swearing under his breath, Neal painfully propped himself up on his elbows. "Peter, it's fine. The guy just tossed me in the pool to scare me, I guess, and I hit my head on the side. He must have gotten scared about a longer prison sentence, so he ran."

Peter reluctantly met Neal's earnest blue eyes.

"Even so, I'm sorry."

Neal nodded, wincing, and lied down again. His head was throbbing like crazy.

"Y'alright?"

"Fantastic," he said through gritted teeth. Peter shuffled his chair nearer to Neal's bed, muttering a quick "sorry" when the scraping sounds make Neal jump. Peter watched as Neal took painful deep breaths, shifting uncomfortably every few seconds.

"It's alright, buddy," Peter repeated, and before he realised what he was doing, he was stroking Neal's hair back in an unconscious attempt to comfort him. If Neal hadn't been half-blacked out with pain, he might have objected, but at the moment, the action seemed to soothe him. Neal drifted off to sleep with the only person he could bring himself to trust right by his side, and he'd never felt more happy."

These are the corrections that I could make; I wasn't sure if you wanted British or American spellings, so I left "realised" with an "s" rather than a "z", but if that change is one you'd like to make, you know what to do.
This chapter was lovely.

Yay! Thanks for adding another chapter. I loved the Neal whump and Peter comfort. They are so cute. Please write more fic like this!

please write more, it ended a bit too abruptly for me, but i like how Neal is worried about hiss hat.

Please write more, now Peter as the one drowning. Please I want to see Neal doing CPR to Peter

Um... Write more?

Love it! My hat, of course Neal wants his hat! Made me laugh too...please continue

Write more!

yeah! write more! i lilke! :)

You should write more :)