Charlotte, Thank you for your nice comment!

So, I'll try to make this one longer. Still dunno where I wanna go with this story, guess I'll find out along the way.

And so it was that Bobby Mercer actually had to find a job. But hell, what the fuck could he do? And who the hell would hire a guy like him with this history? Briefly he thought about opening another Strip-Club but that didn't turn out so well back in the day. Thinking about all of this shit his feet made their way to his favourite bar without him even realizing. He found himself sitting on the bar with the bartender looking at him like a questionmark. "Whataya looking at?" "Just asking you what do you want for the third time, man", he responds was. "Oh, yeah, right. Whiskey. And a job", Bobby answerd. "Can help you with both, dog. We need someone for the night-shift", the bartender said, handing Bobby is drink. "Well, sign me up then. Better then doing fucking nothing", emptying his glass, asking for a refill with a wave. "Cool, you can start tomorrow, man. By the way, how's the little fairy doing? Heard he's still in the hospital", the big guy tried to make conversation. "Yeah, dude, he's still not waking up. Bet he's caught in a dream 'bout his sexy boyfriend or something cheesy like that." Chuckling. "They say it takes time for people to get on with their life after some shit like that happened to them. Maybe your brother is taking the fucking time right now", the bartender said. "He's taking to fucking long. Give him another week and if he's still in his fairy wood by then, I'll have to go there with my shotgun making him come out", Bobby said, staring at the bottom of the now again empty glass.

In the hospital Jack was very well aware of what happened around him. And it was more than fucking embarrassing. Obviously the nurses were only doing their fucking job but hell, why did they have to wash him like THAT! Come one. If only he could wake up. He knew that Angel was somewhere in this room, being rather quiet. Luckily Sofi wasn't around cos if she'd be here right now, she'd probably drag Angel away again. There was no way of shutting this woman the fuck up. Not able to understand why the hell he wasn't able to open his eyes, all he could do was thinking stupid stuff. Stupid as in this: he had been wondering if it would have been easier if he just died. No more creepy memories, no more useless effort with his band (even though he loved being on the stage, the band just didn't get as succsessful as he'd like it to be), no more stupid-ass gay-little-fairy-teasing by Bobby…As soon as he thought that he started to regret it, knowing very well that Bobby didn't mean half the things he said. Still, it was a bitch hearing that shit all day long. Especially since Bobby knew better. Jack had no fucking idea how the fuck Bobby came up with this shit in the first place. Within the last years in which Jack was the only one remaining home with their mom, Bobby had been hard to catch up with, Evelyn barely talked to him and if she did, it usually was a matter of 5 minutes on the phone. And ever since Jack had left as well, Bobby occasionaly called Jack to check on him. Despite all the teasing, Jack knew he could count on his older brother. On all of them, actually, but when it came right down to it, Bobby was the one saving all of their asses.

Angel just sat there in the chair, brooding. Why the hell wasn't Jack waking up? This was getting worse and worse. Bobby was so fucking bored, he even found himself a job. "Damn it, Jack. Wake the fuck up, Bobby needs someone to tease before he snaps. He got himself some work, can you imagine that! I mean, come on kid, you can't do this shit to us. What the hell are we supposed to do without our beanpole?", Angel said under his breath, wishing that Jack could hear him. This was so fucking ridiculous. Their little brother almost died and they all just magically turned into little baby girls. Sofi tried her best to keep his mind of all this shit (and she was doing goooood) but still his thoughts kept on coming back to this: What if Jack didn't wake up anymore at all? Jerry plunged into work and had his family to help him. After their mother died, things got rough. But now, with Jack's fate being uncertain and unpredicable, they all didn't know what to do with themselves. And this wasn't just rough, it was fucking unbearable. They could get along without their mom but not without each other. Damn, this sounded so fucking cheesy to Angel, after all he was a dude and dude's didn't say such things. Thinking it was forbidden as well. If Bobby ever found out about these kind of thoughts, Jack'd be free of the title "fairy".

First night behind the bar, Bobby was more than tempted to drink his way through the drink menu and back, but being more of a grown-up as he liked to confess to himself, he knew that this would get him in trouble. Not just that, he'd BECOME trouble himself. And he came to the insight that this was the most annoying job on this goddamn planet. Those fuckers sitting down ordering drinks kept on telling him their lifes even if he didn't wanna know about it. But than, this guy walked in and you could tell that he wasn't the usual kind of guest. He grabed a chair on the bar an ordered a beer. "There you go, pal", Bobby said, handing the man a bottle. After a while the guest got into a conversation with the guy next to him and by the time Bobby overheard him saying: "If I could chose again, I'd never become a fucking doctor", Bobby went over to the man. "You a doc? Got a question. Let's say I knew someone who got fucking shot in the shoulder and legs and now doesn't wanna wake up. Any ideas?" The doc went silent for a minute. "Mmmh, sometimes people have problems waking up after surgeries and shit, sometimes cos of the anesthesia, sometimes the painkillers given make things hard for them to make up." That was it! Bobby couldn't wait to get the fuck to the hospital.