Chapter 13

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Jack's POV

These past few days have just consisted of me going to the hospital first thing in the morning and leaving just as visiting hours closed, and sadly, Dean hadn't made any improvements. According to Daniel he hardly sleeps and pretty much never eats. I was glad that he'd finally be away from that place tomorrow, but at the same time I was scared. Would I be able to look after him? What if he did it again? It would be all my fault. I sighed as I pushed the door to Dean's room open and walked in to find Daniel sat on his bed, Dean was laughing. I smiled at the sound, it felt like such a long time since I'd heard him laugh like that.

"Hey, Jack!" Daniel smiled. He gestured for me to come closer.

"Hey, what's up?" I said happily, sitting down in the chair next to the bed.

"I was just telling Dean about the time you got drunk and gave Carlos a lap dance."

I groaned.

"Come on, that was three years ago! You said you wouldn't tell anyone else."

"Yeah, well, I lied." He laughed.

"What about what happened with you and Carlos?" I smirked. He narrowed his eyes.

"Don't you dare..."

"What? Tell me!" Dean giggled.

"Jack..." Daniel warned.

"I walked outside the club and found them making out."

He glared at me.

"Jack slept with the bartender."

"Daniel tried to steal a dog."

"Jack made out with a statue."

"At least I wasn't the one that almost got arrested for stealing a lawnmower."

"It was worth it."

Dean laughed.

"You guys should go out more often." His eyes lit up. "Why don't you go out tonight?"

Daniel shook his head.

"I don't want to leave you on your own."

"I'll be fine!"

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah! As long as you tell me everything that happens tomorrow." He giggled.

"Deal." Daniel smiled. "I'll call Elliot and see if he can stay here though, I really don't want you to be alone."

"Daniel, I'll be fine! I promise."

He shook his head.

"I'm not leaving you on your own."

Dean sighed.

"Fine."

Daniel pulled his phone out of his pocket and walked out of the room, leaving us alone.

"Dean, how are you? Be honest."

"I'm fine."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Dean."

"Okay, fine. I'm not okay. I keep wondering why I even bother staying alive. Nobody needs me here." He sighed. I reached out and took his hand in mine.

"I need you, I honestly couldn't imagine my life without you."

He shook his head sadly.

"You don't mean that. I feel like people are just trying to keep me alive because they enjoy watching me suffer."

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