The next morning, I woke in my bed. I went to rub my eyes, but it was bounded by a bandage so it just scratched my eye lids.

I looked at it and then remembered last night. I finished listening to him yell and throw pieces of glasses at me. After that I took a shower, bandaged myself and fell asleep.

I didn't feel well. I couldn't bring myself to get up. I didn't want to do anything.

I fell back asleep. No one came to wake my up. My dad left for work and my mum was probably at her mom's.

I looked at my phone. It had a notifications. It was a text from Jay.

"I'm out 11 am. Can i get a ride?"

I smiled and opened the phone to text him back. He wouldn't even be up now.

"How does the bus sound?"

Surprising, he replied a few moments later.

"Well it isn't bike, but it will do."

I smiled and shook my hand. The cut was making it hard to text with my left hand.

"Okay. I'll be there. Why are you up anyways?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"Why not?"

"Worried about you?"

"Shouldn't I be saying that?"

"I know. But I was just thinking this was stupid."

"What?"

"The way that ever since I met, things have just gone from bad to worst."

"Like how?"

"My dad. My cycling skills."

"Well, I'm sure that cycling thing was just an accident."

"Yea but what if it's saying 'hey, you two should probably stop unless you want to die.'"

"No."

"No what?"

"That's all part of it. It's testing how strong you are. If you are going to give up when things get tough, or fight for it."

"You sap."

"Love you too."

"I wanna say it in person."

"Okay I'll see you in 4 hours."

"Actually I'm not going to school today. I'll be there in 20."

"Sounds good."

Roughly 20 minutes later I arrived at the hospital.

I walked though the front doors and headed towards the elevator and pushed the up button.

Before the elevator could arrive, I saw the physiotherapist from yesterday, Cassie.

I ran after her, calling her name. No matter how many other people heard me yelling and watched my run after her, she never heard me and no one stopped her.

Finally, she turned a corner before me. When I got around it, she had disappeared.

I looked around for any sign of where she went but all there was was the smell of anti-bacteria wips and the faint smell of burnt vanilla.

I shook my head and headed back to the elevator and headed up to Jay's room.

When I walked in, his room smelt heavily like burnt vanilla. The same as downstairs.

"Morning." I greeted and kissed his forehead.

"Morning." He smiled up at my lazily.

"How are you feeling?" I asked running my hand though his sort of greasy hair.

"They say it's crazy how much better I have gotten." He replied. "I feel awesome."

"Isn't that a little worrying?" I asked.

"No. Cassie keeps reassuring me it's natural. I'm worried too." His brown eyes clearly defined in the florescent light.

"Are you sure? Don't you find anything weird about her?" I asked again.

"No. She's nice. Every session with her I feel better." He grabbed my hand from his head and held it. "Trust me. Let this be something good that happens to us. Finally."

I looked I to his eyes again. They were pleading and hopeful.

"Fine." I said and pulled up a chair. "So what do you want to do for the next 4 hours until you leave?"

"Well, we need to pack everything up and I actually need a shirt." He shrugged.

"Um.." I got up and looked in the little cupboard provided for him. "The girls yesterday left some here."

I held up two t-shirts. "Floral print or tie-dye?"

"Floral, defiantly." He grinned at me. I put it on the chair and found a pair of track pants to go along with it.

I looked in the bathroom and found there was a bar of soap.

I looked out the door at him. "Soap?"

"Compliments of Cassie. She said should at least look half descent for visitors. She helps me wash up." He shrugged.

"Right." I shook my head. "Would you like to be cleaned up before you leave?"

"I'll just wash my face, I'll take a shower at home." He replied.

I grabbed a small towel from the table and ran it under the warm water. Then, I walked over to Jay and gently wiped his face.

He made faces as I got close to his eyes, then tried to lick me when I got close to his mouth.

I pulled away and put the cloth in the bathroom.

"Just for that, I'm not drying you off." I smirked and sat back down.

"Fine." He frown and grabbed a napkin from his breakfast tray that was brought in a little while ago.

After some bad day time TV and a ridiculous game of 20 questions later, the on call nurse handed us the papers and told us an assistant would be up to take Jay down shortly.

He signed them and Cassie was there a few seconds later.

"Hey! Time to go!" She cheered as she wheeled in the wheelchair in.

We walked down in silence to the bus stop. I took his crutches and helped him up.

"We'll see you next week." Jay said shaking her hand.

"Yup." He smiled and Cassie walked away.

"Okay." I helped him on the crutches just as the bus arrived.

When we got on, Jay and I sat in open front seats.

He leaned towards me. "Do you wanna know something?"

"What?" I replied.

"I feel like I could run a marathon. Cassie said I can get these bandages off next week." He whispered.

"You keep say how good you feel. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I feel amazing. Everything feels healed." He licked his lips. "And it keep telling you this because I have been dying to this."

He took his hand and put it on the back of my neck to pull me towards him. He pressed his lips to mine and gripped my thigh with the other.

I pulled away, breathless and at a loss for words.

"Goddamn it Jay, we are on the bus." I breathed into his ear.

"I know." He said back. We stared at each other for a moment then I heard the voice announce our stop.

I pulled the string and stood up. The bus came to a stop and we shuffled off the bus.

We made our way to his house and turned into the drive way.

"What am I gonna do about my bike?" He asked. "Where is it even?"

"My house. I didn't want your dad to see it." I shrugged.

"Wow." He looked at me and smiled. "How did I get a girl like you again?"

"Are you on morphine still or something?" I shook my head. "That's the most out of character thing you have ever said."

"Turning over a new leaf." He shrugged and we headed inside.