Jack paced back and forth in the hospital lobby, biting his lip. He had been there the whole night. It was now five in the morning, and all he had heard about Alex was that his injuries were not life threatening. He had only seemed dead from exhaustion and trauma. It was a great relief to Jack to know that Alex would live, but he dreaded the moment when he and Alex would talk about what had happened at the bowling game. Jack liked Alex. He really, really liked Alex. All he wanted to do now was snuggle on the couch with him and watch stupid comedy movies and always stay together. He didn't know if that was what Alex wanted, though. What if Alex was disgusted? What if he didn't want to be near Jack anymore? That's possibly the most painful thing, losing someone who means the world to you that you can't live without… While he was lost in his paranoid thoughts, the door opened and the doctor came out. "Mr. Barakat?" Jack jumped around and looked at the doctor with questioning eyes. "How is he? Is he okay? Is he awake? What happened to him?" He threw question after question after him. "Mr. Gaskarth is awake, and he is definitely on the road to recovery. He's gotten a great deal of rest. He can go home now, just watch over him and report any irregularities. His arm is severely broken, and he has had many stitches in various places, so he will be in pain for a while. Be careful with him. Come back and see him while we discharge him, please. He's been asking about you nonstop ever since we told him you were here." Jack practically ran to the room, urging the doctor to walk a little faster. He burst in and, the moment he saw Jack, Alex gave a yelp of excitement. Jack nearly started crying with joy. Alex had some pretty nasty stitched up cuts across his eyebrow, jawline, and shoulder, and his arm was in a MASSIVE cast. He had a black eye and a bloodied lip. Even through all this, in the state he was in, he was still the same old Alex. All Jack wanted to do was give him a giant bear hug as he slowly clambered out of bed, wincing with pain, but he knew he couldn't. He didn't want to hurt Alex any more than he already was. He held himself back, resisting the strong urge, as Alex moved as quickly as he could towards Jack and carefully, yet still forcefully, threw his arms around him. Jack almost started crying. Alex… his Alex… Not his Alex yet. They discharged Alex and got into Jack's car. "So, Alex, I guess I get to live with you for a little bit to watch over you and help you out with shit. Doctor Oldypants said so." A giant smile spread over Alex's face. "Awwww yeah, movies and food and late nights and PORN!" He sang as he climbed into the passenger seat. He then looked at Jack, and his grin was replaced with a look of concern. "Hey, Jack, are you okay? What's wrong?" Shit, Jack sucked at masking his emotions. He figured that now would be the time to confess to Alex, on the drive home. It was now or never. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to talk, but before he could utter a word, Alex said, "Hey, Jack? I kinda wanted to talk to you about something…"