The door swung open to the hospital and I found myself instinctively going to Jack's room, not needing to ask for help to get to it. You think hitting him would be a good enough reason to remember a few things about the guy, intentionally or not.

My feet tapped across the floor, bringing me to the place I wanted to be the most at the moment. Guilt and excitement washed over me in waves and is continuously knocking the breath out of me with anxiety taking its place instead. My hand finding the right doorknob, I twisted it gently pushing it open to reveal the blinds were open and someones hums filled the room.

A melodic tone, singing an old lullaby, I closed my eyes as I listened to the voice changing from hums to words, then silence. Opening my eyes, I peeked my head in to see Jack with his face flushed from embarrassment. His lips parting, trying to find something to say, he simply shut his lips together again deciding better against it.

"You can sing?" Jack's eyes widened, the question confirming that I was indeed listening to him, and that was, to him anyways, downright terrifying and embarrassing.

"I... Well... Not necessarily?" Jack's hands intertwining with one another, reality hit me realizing he was uncomfortable that I had heard him. My heart sinking a little not wanting to overstep my boundaries, I felt my chest grow heavy.

"Oh..."

"I-I-I mean I can sing! But I... don't like doing it in front of others." Jack's hands shooting up in defense to reassure me, a smile found a way to my face seeing the worry in his eyes shining right through.

"Ohhh, I understand! I don't like doing some things in front of people either."

"Like?"

"Talking." A snort escaping Jack, he leaned back on his pillow, his head rolling back, so he was facing the ceiling. A sigh escaping Jack's lips, he pulled a hand through his hair before catching eye contact with me.

"Anything exciting happen recently?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is there anything we could talk about you think I'd be interested in."

"My life is pretty boring Jack. I... don't think it'll entertain you all that much."

"You'd be surprised."

"Well, my name is Mark, I'm-"

"No no! Not the boring stuff, I wanna know stuff nobody else knows. Like how much pizza you can eat, or what you laugh like when you find something sincerely funny and you can't hold back, or, or like the kind of movies that make you cry! The small things, that make a person who they are."

Jack beaming up at me, I felt my face grow hot as I spun around to face the window, hoping he wouldn't notice my skin was melting away from the amount of blush on my face. A serious question taking up space, I pushed away the emotions and glanced over at Jack, my expression falling slightly to see him sitting in the hospital bed, suddenly remembering where we were.

"Hey, Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"What's going to happen to you? After the car accident and everything?"

"I-"

"You don't have to say if you don't want to! I know I'm just a stranger, but I mean, I'm quite worried about you if I'm being honest."

"Hmm.. I see." Jack rubbing his chin with his index and thumb, he let out a sigh and shot a quick glance in my direction before staring down at the floor.

"I've had severe damage to my spine, and my left foot has been extremely mangled, making it impossible to walk on it again, the doctors said we'd need an amputation for my foot, and probably a wheel chair due to nerve damage." Jack's voice softened, becoming inaudible as he continued to trail on, his eyes having a despairing aura around them.

My heart tightening, my throat squeezed in on itself, and my mouth tasted like ash. Fear clutching every inch of me, never wanting him to find out I was the one who hit him, I scrunched my eyes shut as I covered my face with my hands.

I should have never been there. He should have never been there. I should have paid more attention, looked around a little more. Remember not to be distracted, I could have done something more. Now he'll probably never walk or run again. This is pathetic, I need to tell him. I-

"Something wrong Mark?" A hand finding it's way onto mine, my head snapped upwards to see Jack looking at me, clearly more concerned about me than he was about myself. Opening my mouth to speak, I found myself apologizing.

"I'm sorry.... About everything..."

"Oh, Mark you don't need to apologize! None of this is your fault!"

Pulling a hand through my hair, I chuckled slightly at his remark, then quickly pulled him into an embrace. He stiffened for a second, before melting into the hug and soothing me, saying how things would get better and I couldn't have done anything to stop it.

My heart twisting in its chest, I glanced down at the floor feeling defeated.

You have no idea.