"He'll have to stay out of school for a few weeks, but other than that, he should be fine. No lifting heavy objects, exercising, or anything of the sort. And look out for him. He needs a parent figure or two in his life." "Yeah, I know. So, we're good to take him home now?" "Yup. I've already signed the release forms. And if you need anything, here's my number." Jack opened his eyes, and found himself in a hospital, probably the place he hated most. He sat up as soon at the footsteps faded, ignoring the dull throb in his side, and the way his friends rushed over to baby him. Ugh, seriously, what was he? A fuckin five year old? "I'm fine. But I would like to leave sooner rather than later." He stood, and had to grab his hospital gown before it fell, then look around for his clothes. "Right here, Jack. And the bathroom is right there." Jack nodded, and mumbled his thanks, taking the clothes and going to the bathroom so he could change. He didn't fail to notice the dark bruises marking his skin. Some sat on his ribs. Others were comfortable around his eye. Some were visible on his legs, his chest. He sighed, and threw on his clothes, then headed outside with the others. Harley had her arm around his waist to support him, but when he insisted he didn't need it, she threatened to let Alex and his gang continue to torture him. He clamped his mouth shut. Once they made it to the truck, everyone hopped in, except him and Oliver. "Listen. If they ever hurt you again, tell me, and I'll kill 'em. The principal suspended Alex and his stupid cronies for about a month. And, if you want to someone to walk you to class, just tell me, or Harley or Ann and we will." Jack and Oliver were so close, they weren't even brothers, but twins who could finish each other's sentences and know when the other was downed without asking. If only Oliver knew how much Jack liked him....but would Oliver like him back in the same way? Would any of it even matter? And why was Oliver always having to save him? Why hadn't Ann or Harley showed up? Not that he was complaining. But....was Oliver telling him this as a brotherly friend? Or.....was he telling him this as some sort of confession? "....ck? Jack! You there, man?" He blinked, and realized he was the only one not in his truck, while everyone else was waiting for him. "Sorry, I was distracted." He slid in the passenger side, with Ann behind him, Harley at the wheel, and Oliver beside him. And, together, they drove home in a comfortable silence.