"Oh my God, why?!" you ask, your heart racing.
"Unfortunately, he has a broken arm which we predict will take around four weeks to heal. This means he is unable to play guitar. Also, he hit his head pretty hard, but there doesn't seem to be any major damage. His arm is very sore though, and he is scratched up from the glass. He can't play his guitar though, so he is very upset."
"Oh thank God he's okay" you say.
"Would you like to come see him? He is a little sad at the moment"
"Yeah, of course" you say. The doctor leads you to the examining room. Alex is sat in a small bed, looking miserable as ever.
"Hi, sweetie" you say, sitting on the edge of the bed. He grunts miserably.
"Hi," he says. He has a childish, blue cast on his arm.
"Nice cast," you grin. He smirks and rolls his eyes.
"Shut up" he says, smiling.
"Are you okay?" you say, pushing his mucky hair out of his face. He shrugs.
"I'm glad you're here," he answers. The doctor walks out the room, sensing the sudden emotional vibe.
"I can't play guitar, Darcy" he whispers, after the Doctor leaves.
"Only for like, a month" you say. He sighs, then grins massively.
"What?" you ask.
"I'm just incredibly happy you're here," he says. He sits up, wincing with pain. He puts his free arm around you and kisses your temple gently.
"I love you" he whispers down into your ear, sending goosebumps down your neck. A sudden feeling of relief of Alex's health fills your body.
"So, I guess I'm coming back to Sheffield for a couple weeks," he says.
