I loved the feedback I got from you guys about the last chapter so here's another one. Also, feel free to look at my profile for a picture of Jo and if you want you can also message me because I have no social life :) x

Jo's POV

It was weird getting out of hospital and coming back home. It was weird being in hospital in the first place but after time it got pretty comfy. That is, except for the food. By the end of my stay I was almost convinced that the chef was paid extra to make such horrible food to make people leave quicker. Will visited me almost every day but he's almost positive about moving back to California. I've been trying to convince him to go, as much as I don't want him to, we both need to move on from what happened.

Recovery had been going well. The doctors said that my lungs are working better. I still have to wear my arm in the sling for a couple of weeks but it's only to make sure I don't damage anything whilst it's still vulnerable. The best advantage is that I'm not allowed to run or exercise for a while because of my lungs. That means no sports for me, thank God!

My parents have been really great since the accident. I think my mom's quite shaken up because of the last time I spent so long in the hospital. My dad took a couple days off work to make sure I could still function around the house properly but my mom had some important interviews she had to fly to New York for.

Charlie and Sam had come to see me. So have Bob and Mary Elizabeth and Alice. Yet, Patrick still hadn't come to visit me. Since I've woken up, I've been really hoping to see how he was and if he was okay after his breakdown that day. I wanted to see him. I needed to see his smile again, to feel better. Luckily, I was able to get in contact with Sam who had just parked her car outside my house so I hope to get some help from her somehow.

"Hey Sam."

Sam hugged me tightly and I could practically feel the air being squeezed out of my lungs, not literally. It took her a couple seconds to remain her composure and I guided her to the kitchen.

"How have you been?" she asked. I poured us both a drink and sat down on the opposite end of the sofa.

"I've been good. Not really bad considering the situation, I guess. How about you?"

"I'm fine, I'm good. Patrick, I'm not so sure about." This caught my attention.

"What happened to Patrick? Is he alright?" I asked concerned.

"He blames himself for what happened mainly. He was at the hospital practically 24/7 waiting for you to wake up." I listened closely as Sam explained the events that took place when I was in the coma.

"Actually, one day, when you were still in a coma, he wanted to see you but you were still in ICU and the nurses they wouldn't let him. So he absolutely trashed the reception desk area and had to be sedated by the guards."

"Oh my God. Was he alright from the accident though? Why didn't he visit recently instead?"

"He was alright. The other driver hit from your side that's why you were a lot worse. And he did go to visit. Once. At first, he was banned for about a week so he couldn't come when you woke up but I dropped him off at the hospital a couple days ago but he hasn't gone back since. I don't know why."

"Oh no. He might have seen me with Will. He was always there. No. He must have heard the wrong conversation at the wrong time." I rambled on.

What if he saw us kiss? I didn't want to ruin my chances with Patrick because of a kiss. And it didn't matter because I've moved on but Patrick doesn't know that. And he doesn't know how I feel towards him right now despite everything we've been through so far. He doesn't deserve to feel that way. And I really need to finally tell him that I-

"Hold on a sec, who's Will?" Sam interrupted my trail of thoughts.

"It doesn't matter right now; I need to go see Patrick. Can you drive me?" I stood up pacing the room.

"Sure, let's go."

At this moment, I really appreciated the fact that Sam didn't push anyone to tell her anything. She didn't drive quickly back to hers. Every time a car passed next to us I'd flinch and if it drove very quickly I sometimes jumped a little too. She could see that I was scared and wanted to get out of the car as fast as possible but it would've probably been worse to drive quickly. I knew I'd have to get used to driving normally eventually but it wasn't my fault that my natural instincts caused me to act like that. It wasn't anybody's fault.

Finally we arrived and Sam threw her home keys to me. I quickly got out but Sam stayed in the car; I assume it was to give me and Patrick some time. I walked to the front door and opened it using the key before making my way inside.

After checking the rooms downstairs I began walking upstairs where there was still no sign of Patrick. The strange silence made me uncomfortable. I pushed Patrick's door open only to see his messy bed cover and Patrick's head pointing out from one of the sides. I walked silently towards him and knelt down beside him. His breathing was quiet. Looking at his distinctive features, I pushed a lock of hair back from his face. Suddenly his eyes opened and he pushed himself against the back of the bed to sit up.

"Jo?"

"The one and only."

"What are you doing here?" Patrick wiped his eyes from his sleepiness.

"I came to see you"

For some reason a look of confusion crossed over Patrick's face.

"What happened when you came to the hospital?" I asked. He stood up and threw the bed sheets off to uncover shirtless Patrick with only a pair of sleeping shorts on.

"I saw you. I saw you with him. That's what happened." He was bitter. Mostly very upset but bitter.

How could I explain what happened with Will to Patrick without him becoming even more mad at me? I was selfish to ask for happy Patrick but that's what I wanted.

"He finally told me what happened. He told me why he's here and he told me the real reason behind my attack. Whatever you saw, we've both agreed to move on now."

"What exactly do you mean by the real reason?"

"Will made some mistakes and pissed off some bad people. And the attack was the result of that happening. But it's in the past now and I've moved on."

"So it was all his fault? How are you able to forgive so easily, Jo?"

"I don't know, Pat. I just think what's done is done and we can't go back to it. I want to move forward. I don't want to live in the shadows and despairs of my past. Just because there were some fuck ups along the way doesn't mean I have to focus on those instead of trying to be happy."

"What about the car crash? Have you moved on from that?" He asked silently. He hasn't looked me in the eye since I came and it was beginning to scare me a little.

"You know I can't blame you for that, Patrick." I took a step closer to him but he moved back even more. There was a small pang in my heart.

"Why not?! You could've died Jo! Don't you understand? You could have died and it's my entire fault!"

"But I didn't. And that's what matters. And the fact that we're both gonna be fine and no one is going to be permanently damaged." I tried to reason with Patrick's erratic behaviour.

He slid down on the floor and put his arms around his knees. I walked to him and sat down in the same position to face him.

"I thought I was going to lose you."

"And I thought I wouldn't see you anymore and they wouldn't let me. I got angry."

He stood up and began pacing the room.

"And then after they threw me out I was asleep for so long and when I woke up you were fine. Like it was all a dream. I didn't know whether maybe the accident didn't actually happen. But then I went to the hospital and I saw you with him."

"It was like I finally got the courage to see how badly I screwed things up with you and how you were feeling. And then at the hospital I saw how happy you were with him and all that courage vanished and I couldn't take that happiness away from you."

Patrick's talk broke my heart. He thought that by avoiding me he wouldn't remind me off the accident and make me less miserable.

"Patrick you must clearly not understand how much I missed you and wanted to see you ever since I woke up. Will was there, yeah but, I lost that feeling quite some time ago."

"I was gonna tell you-" I couldn't hear the rest of Patrick's sentence because of how quietly he said it. I stood up again and looked at him waiting for him to repeat himself.

"I was going to finally tell you how I feel." He said looking up at me.

"How you feel about what?" I asked stupidly, having no idea what he was talking about.

"How I feel about you."

"But, I thought you were gay?"

"Honestly, I don't even know anymore, Jo. I was gay and quite happy with it but then somehow you manage to defy that and frankly, I'm okay with maybe slowly falling in love with you."

I stop for a second. Okay, a minute. Maybe two.

Falling in love with me? Patrick? I remember when I thought I was crazy with the idea of having a crush on him.

"What?"

"Look, I'm not saying those three words yet okay? But I'm sure that one day I might be able to. I just want to know how you feel."

Instead of saying anything I just wrapped my arms around him and kissed him just as we had done not too long ago in the same car that caused us to argue.

Patrick pushed me against the wall as we continued the small display of affection.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Jo?" He asked when he pulled away.

I smiled, "Of course I will."

"Does that mean I have both boys and girls to worry about taking you from me then?"

Patrick laughed. Finally, the Patrick I missed and adore.

"You don't have to worry about anyone at all."

Patrick pulled away again and smiled his signature smile.

"Except maybe Channing Tatum, but he's got such a great ass."