ALEX'S POV
I talked to Jack for a few more minutes before I had to put down the phone because the medicine the nurses gave me previously started to kick in my system and I was slightly falling asleep as we talked.
The doctor -Dr. Muss- didn't allow me to use the phone because the cuts on my face were still healing and he didn't want to risk them opening again, so I wasn't allowed to talk or make abrupt movements, but my mum convinced him that this call was important and that I was the one who had to talk to this person, so he let me talk for five minutes.
The medicine numbed the pain I was feeling all over my body in no time, leaving me to rest while my mum went out to have some dinner with my dad. It sucked that I wasn't staying at our local hospital; if I did, my parents would have been able to go home and come back in less than an hour but the nurses told my mum that the hospital didn't have the permission to transfer me to our local hospital, which I thought was dumb, because they could treat me in the same way there, and it would be easier for my parents to visit me, but I couldn't really do much to change their opinion on the situation. Besides, like my dad said: "If they were to take you to our local hospital, then they would have to take all their other patients to their local hospital as well, and who knows how long it'd take to figure out where all these people live and take them there"
My dad was reading the paper when I woke up a few hours later. He looked up from whatever he was reading and put the paper away when he noticed I was awake.
"Where's mum?" I scanned the room searching for her, but she obviously wasn't there.
The room wasn't exactly what I would call 'fancy'. It was rather small, for a single patient; four white walls, a bed with all the machines attached to it and a few chairs for visitors. It didn't even have a freaking bathroom, for god's sake. Don't doctors know it takes lots of effort to get up from bed and walk into another room just to pee?
"She's getting you something to eat. I know what the hospital food tastes like, you don't want to eat that, do you?" He smiled softly and I chucked.
Dad and I hadn't ever been close in any sense, but these little things made me realize that not everything about him was that bad. He had his weak points and he could be lovely when he wanted to be. We just didn't see that likeable part of him enough.
"So, who is this Jack boy?"
He raised his eyebrow when I went silent. I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell my dad about Jack and I's relationship.
"Is he a friend of yours? Mum has talked to me about him but I don't think you have ever invited him home, am I right?" He asked impatiently. I shook my head.
"Then what?" He asked confused.
"He's more than a friend" I said quite confidently.
"Well he obviously isn't your brother"
"He's actually my boyfriend. Well, kind of" I said.
"Oh"
"Just 'oh'? Say something" I pleaded.
"I don't know, Alex. Do I have a say in this?"
"I've been scared about telling you about him. I didn't know how you would react, and you haven't exactly approved our relationship yet. You're supposed to be my dad and you should give your opinion on this"
"Well, I'll have to meet said boy before giving my opinion on him, right?"
"I haven't even met him yet.." I confessed sighing.
"What?"
"He's from Eastbourne, that's why I wanted to go there, not because I wanted to spend time with my friends. Well, I wanted to, but the point is that-"
