Alex has spent the last eight weeks in a coma after an accident due to drink-driving. He had broken three ribs, his left foot, and his left arm and fractured his skull but despite all of this he was blissfully unaware.

He was also unaware; obviously, that he is was to ever wake up he could have temporary or possibly even permanent amnesia. He had spent the last eight weeks dreaming, dreaming of Jack. He was unaware his lover was at his bedside 24/7 attempting to keep all those memories Alex was dreaming of, happy, sad, angry, alive.

Alex had woken up forty two times in the last eight weeks but he was unaware of this also. In fact Alex was unaware of everything that had been going on around him in that space of time.

He didn’t know how much he had changed in this time; his hair had grown surprising fast so the blonde he had put in it three weeks before the accident was now starting at his ears, he had grown a beard also though Jack had taken to shaving Alex’s face one every fortnight, he had become slightly paler in the last eight weeks than he was before and he had lost a ridiculous amount of weight.

Even Jack knew the weight Alex had become was too tiny, though Jack was hardly heavy himself.

Alex had always had a slight bulge to his stomach, like baby fat. But being feed through a drip everyday for fifty six days was hardly the most fattening of foods.

Alex had dreamt of many different things throughout his comatose.

Mostly of Jack. Sometimes he would dream of the possible videos for the songs he had written, sometimes of his mother and father, sometimes of Essex, his childhood, Daniel, Blink 182 concerts. Though his favourite dream to have was of the time him and Jack went to Hawaii;

They were lying along a deserted sandy beach watching waves of crystal blue ocean crash as the charcoal rocks, Jack sat up and turned to Alex, kissed his nose and said

“You know Alex? I think we should get married here one day.” Alex let out a little giggle and replied

“So you wanna marry me now do you Barakat?”

“Who knows Gaskarth? Maybe one day.” Jack responded coyly. Though as that point they had only been nineteen and dating for ten months Alex knew he was going to spend the rest of his life with Jack Barakat, whether they were married or not. But marriage was unlikely. Jack wasn't the marrying type.

Most of Alex’s dreams were about Jack. Sometimes about his family. But mostly Jack. Jack was his everything, his heart, his soul, his love. His knight in shining armour. Alex couldn’t imagine life without Jack. What Alex didn’t realise was that Jack could soon have to prepare himself for life without Alex.

Jack hadn’t left the hospital for more than thirty minutes at a time in the last two months. Praying hopelessly and desperately for Alex’s recovery. But Alex was unaware of all of his surroundings.

For all he knew, he was lying in his warm bed with Jack cuddling next to him just like always. Alex didn’t know that he may just be on the brink of death.

In reality Jack was cuddling up to a life support machine every night as his lover lay on the most uncomfortable bed possible hooked up to wires, drips, an IV and what not.

In all honesty Alex was better off in his coma right now than awake and lying in hospital. While sleeping on the uncomfortable plastic seat and gaining back problems in the midst of it all, Jack dreamt of Alex.

He dreamt of Hawaii too. But Jack’s dream was different to Alex’s. Jack was dreaming of whisking Alex away to Hawaii if when he woke up. He planned on marrying him on the exact beach Alex was dreaming of.

Alex wasn’t aware that Jack wanted this, Alex didn’t know Jack wanted marriage. He knew they loved each other but thy were only 25 and had their wholes lives ahead of them. Alex wanted to marry Jack but Jack be ready for marriage was crazy.

Being with one person for the rest of your life was something even Jack himself know was something he would have found difficult. That was before he met Alex. Alex changed him.

Jack changed Alex too. When they first met Alex was on the verge of anorexia, his was anaemic, cutting and planning suicide. But somehow Jack stopped Alex doing this.

Jack’s personality, his laugh. How he brings the happiest of atmospheres to even the most tense of situations.

Jack was just happy person and him been happy made Alex happy. Soon after befriending Jack, Alex gave up cutting. He didn’t start eating again though which worried Jack.

‘Alex, I’m worried about. Why wont you eat?’

‘I’m fat and disgusting.’

‘Beauty isn’t measured by the size of your jeans.’

That one sentence changed Alex’s view on life and made him feel grateful to have someone like Jack. That very same day was the day that Alex realised he was in love with Jack Barakat.

Back in present day at the hospital Jack was crying for the fifth time that day. He tended to walk around with tears spilling out of his eyes, by the now everyone was used to it.

In fact it would be weird to come across Jack not crying at this point. Jack walked back into Alex’s hospital room to see the life support beeping wildly.

‘NURSE! NURSE! ANYONE HELP!’ Jack screamed and soon the room was filled with Doctors and Nurse attempting to fix the problem occurring with Alex Gaskarth.

‘Jack, chances are Alex is going to die. He has a 15% survival rate at this point. We may have to switch off his life support.’ Alex’s parents told Jack when the Doctors had all filed out of the room.

Suddenly the room was spinning and everything went black.