Jackson's POV
I hurried to the hospital where Mark told me he was. He said he got a few broken ribs and had internal bleeding so he has to stay in the hospital for god knows how long.
Room 220, they said.
I opened the door and in the middle of the room was my baby. My Markie, laying on the bed and watching tv. He turned his gaze towards me and seemed shocked.
"Jackson? What are you doing here?"
I sat down on a chair next to his bed. Mark looked so small and fragile under all those tubes and wires.
"I came to see you" I took his free hand on mine and interlocked our fingers. He smiled.
"Well thank you"
Mark had a giant bruise on his left cheek and a cut that went from the small arch of his left eyebrow, through it and down the bridge of his nose. The cut had medical tape on it.
I traced along it's edge with my finger.
"That's going to leave a scar... What exactly happened?"
Mark closed his eyes.
"It was all my fault." He opened his eyes and looked deep into mine with glossy eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"I was driving too fast. I had friend with me, I was talking with her when I hit something. It was a dog..." Mark gulped. "And then I tried to pull over but my car jumped out of the tracks or whatever and hit a nearby tree. My friend is horrified and refuses to talk to me, she calls me a killer..."
I was quiet for a while. I just caressed Mark's hand and processed the information that was given to me.
"You are no killer, Mark. Like you said, it was an accident and your friend is a douchebag." I finally said. Mark just nodded.
He turned his gaze back to the what seemed to be a boring tv show. I sighed quietly.
"Mark..."
"Yes?"
"I love you, for real. Please keep yourself safe."
Mark's eyes got even glossier and he let out a sob.
"I love you too Jackson"
I wiped off his tears. "Don't cry baby. Tears don't suit you."
Mark started at me for a couple of seconds and then grabbed my shirt and pulled me down, kissing me. I kissed him immediately back.
I was filled with joy, I had been waiting for this moment since I met Mark. I had been dreaming of a kiss we could share without fire, without lust. I had been dreaming of a kiss with nothing but just love in it.
And that's why I call it our first kiss.
