I wake up to the smell of anticeptic & quiet crying. "Alex, I'm so sorry. P-Please wake up." Its Jack... Ohmygod its Jack. "J-Jack?" I say in a hoarse voice, struggling to open my eyes. "Lexy! Oh my god, thank god you're okay!" He hugs me & starts to cry. "J-Jack, wh-what happened? Why am I here?" I ask. "Y-You cut yourself too deeply. I-I'm so sorry Alex. I-I should've been more supportive." He sobs. That's when everything came back. Me coming home. Sex with Jack. Going to the resturaunt. Telling Jack the true reason I left. Jack & I fighting. Mark consoling me. Going to the bathroom. Cutting. Passing out. And most of all, Tom killing himself. "Jack..." "Alex..." we share a passionate kiss. "H-How long have I been here?" "2 weeks. You lost so much blood." His voice cracks in the end & starts crying. ~later~ "Daddy!" Ashley, Ashton, & Jorel shout when I get home. They all hug me, along with Mark. "Okay kids, go upstairs, your dads & I need to talk." Mark says. They nod & rush up the stairs to play. "Okay guys, seriously, what the fuck. Alex, you should have first told Jack about everything sooner. & Jack. You should have stuck by Alex's side. He needed you!" Mark scolds. Jack & I nod, apologizing to Mark & each other. "Good, now I'll leave you two to make up. I'll take the kids to visit my mom" we both nod & head to the kitchen. Jack starts to make some sandwitches. "Mark is right... I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner." I say. "I should have stayed." Jack says. Mark leaves with the kids an hour later & Jack & I have lunch in an awkward silence.

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