After three hours in the hospital, x rays and tests are done, and I'm finally released back to my family. After a quiet ride back to the house, I find myself being dotted on by my Tia.

"I'm ok, I just want to try and sleep." I tell her after she asks me if I need anything for the hundredth time.

"Alright. Do you want to move up to the guest room?" She asks. I shake my head no. The couch is comfortable, and I'm finally in less pain and I'm ready to conk out. She nods, pulls a blanket over me, and turns off the light, allowing me to try and sleep. I lean back, allowing my eyes to close, but all I can picture is hazel eyes staring into mine. Finally distracting myself with thoughts of my dance past, I drift off to a somewhat decent sleep, until I'm rudely awakened.

"Hey. Psssst." Someone whispers about thirty minutes later before the light flickers on. I slowly open my eyes to see Alex.

"Alex?" I groan, at the intrusion of light.

"Sorry, just wanted to see how you were." He says, wringing his hands, and sitting on the other couch, looking at me.

"I'm ok. Doing a lot better actually." I say. "Sorry I lost it at you and your friend earlier, I didn't mean to lose my temper like that. I just can't keep pretending I'm ok anymore when clearly I'm not. I lost everything I cared about at 16 when my brother went MIA in the army and my dad was killed in action in the Marines. I've kinda had a lot of words I've wanted to say, but never could, and he just triggered my fight response and that kinda ended with me looking like a complete jerk." I do my best to prop myself up, causing him to move and help me lift myself without moving my shoulder much. Once I'm up, he moves back to where he was.

Alex looks thoughtful at my words like he's doing his best to process something.

"I'm sorry about Luke. He has some PTSD from running away from home, and it's his biggest regret. He didn't know you were running from a bad situation, and he doesn't want anyone to make the mistake he did. He's really got a big heart, he's just been dealing with a lot since he and Julie decided they weren't right for each other." He looks a little heartbroken sharing that information, and I can't blame him. I mean, based on what I know of the kid, he and Julie would make a cute couple.

"Oh." I'm not even sure how I should reply to that, so I don't.

"You scared everyone pretty bad when you collapsed though. Reggie thought you were dying as much as I did." He kinda snickers. I'm confused.
"Reggie?" I ask.

"Oh, right. He's the other bandmate. I'm the drummer, Luke is the lead singer along with Julie, but he plays guitar and she plays piano, and Reggie plays bass." He smiles at his words. "Reggie is like a golden retriever on crack. There is no logic. Only bad decisions and fun times."

"Sounds like a fun crew. Reminds me of the group I used to be apart of until highschool ruined it." I reply, still confused, but also on pain meds and noticing his head is morphing into three separate heads.

"Why do you have three heads?!" I ask him.

"Uhhh, I don't. You should go back to bed, I think you need it." He flips the light off, and so I do, totally missing Luke in the corner, listening to every word we said.