I blinked my eyes open to find myself surrounded by white. As I blinked a few more times the objects in the room became visible, including a rather attractive man. He stood smiling, his perfect features lightening up as I began to stretch out my body. A small amount of stubble marched across his jawline, chin and under his nose. As he drew nearer to me small dimples sunk into his cheeks which were tickled with a faint pink blush. His caramel hair was in a slightly ruffled mess, bits of darker strands sticking in odd angles.
"Jack Barakat?" I smiled and nodded at the fact he got my name pronunciation right. "How are you feeling?"
I nodded and smiled, "Good, my arms and legs are stingy tho-" I stopped as I looked at my wrists, "Wait what happened who-who did this?" I asked panicked. I had been so amazed by this guy's perfect appearance I hadn't realised I was in a hospital, in those itchy dress things with horrible deep, red lines all up my wrists.
"You did." He said, his lips scrunched up to the side of his mouth. I sat shocked. Why would I do this? "Mr Barakat, what day do you think this is?"
"The 18th of July 2009." I stated, searching through the very back of my brain for that particular date. Alex shook his head.
"It's the 18th of July 2013." My jaw dropped, "It seems your brain has erased the last four years of your life."
I laughed sarcastically, "Yeah no shit."
"Then we have some catching up to do." I nodded as if to say 'go on', "Two years ago your mother, Joyce, passed away after being diagnosed with breast cancer the year before. After your father fell into depression and he turned to drugs; taking out his anger on you. You've had several hospital visits since around mid 2011. You dropped out of school, I'm guessing due to depression as you were going through a lot, and about a week after your eighteenth birthday your dad over loaded on alcohol, dying of alcohol poisoning. Just over a year later you're here in the hospital after a suicide attempt."
"Oh." Was all I could say.
"You've been out for a month, you missed your nineteenth birthday, I never thought you'd wake up."
"Who are you?" I asked wondering how another man knew more about my life than I did.
"I'm your doctor, I've been watching you." He said smiling, "Oh shit no I mean when you've been in here. You like to talk in your 'sleep'." I laughed.
"Shit." I mumbled a grin spread across my face.
He pulled a chair out and sat beside my bed. He held my hand and traced the deep scars across my wrist with his forefinger. "You can do better than this, you could have came to me if you like."
"Thanks but I like to keep things bottled up. Years of not having friends has taught me to deal with my own problems."
"I want you to take my number and call me whenever you want to do this again, you got me?" I nodded frantically, slightly blushing as the most attractive man I have ever seen handed me his number.

Notes

So I miss writing a jalex fic so i decided to write another one.
When/If this gets two comments I'll write the next chapter :)