I sat in the hospital room at the side of Mario. He was sleeping, or unconscious - one of the two, but I couldn't tell the difference. He was breathing, the movement of his chest rising and falling along with the repetitive sound of the monitor next to his bed telling me this.

Apart from that, the room was silent. We were on the top floor of the hotel, at the end of a corridor. There was no noise from other patients, not even the sound of nurses in the hallway outside. We were alone. Mario and I, well, really it was just me.

I guess nothing had changed there.

According to the doctor who had greeted me when I arrived, Mario had fallen, hitting his head on a wall on the way down. He'd managed to call an ambulance before passing out, but they weren't sure on how long he would be unconscious for. He'd lost a lot of blood, but the doctor had said he would make a full recovery in no time. But then again, there was no way he could know that when he didn't know if Mario would wake up anytime soon.

I sat and waited, watching the clock for a while, staring out of the window for a while, and looking at Mario for a while. Nobody came. It reminded me of being with Jagger in the hospital in China. It broke my heart just thinking about her like that, I couldn't understand how I was so heartless to a woman I now cared about far too much for my own liking.

But Mario? Mario was my friend. I thought everybody at the club was his friend. He was the centre of the team, the one to always make conversation, make people laugh and make sure everybody felt comfortable. Mario was kind to everybody, he never spoke a bad word about anybody on the team and I couldn't imagine him doing so in the future.

It sickened me that he had been in the hospital for five hours and yet, I was the only person to show up. Nobody else, not Manuel or Thomas, nobody. He had no family in Munich and he had recently broken up with his girlfriend. I thought Mario had everybody, but maybe he was just like me, maybe in reality he had nobody at all.

"Thank God."

Unaware that I had drifted to sleep until that point, I was jolted away when a voice startled me amongst the drowsy silence that I had gotten used to.

I rubbed my eyes and saw Jagger standing in the doorway, approaching Mario.

At least, I thought she was approaching Mario.

Jagger flung her arms around my neck, holding me close to her and running her fingers through my hair as I hugged her back. She still didn't let go of me, her grip only tightening as she sunk down onto my lap and buried her head against my chest, her hands laced together around the back of my neck as my held her against me at the bottom of her torso, my lips pressing against her forehead softly.

"I thought y-you'd..." Her voice was shaky and ladened with fear, happiness and relief.

"I'd what, Jag?"

"You'd done something stupid. I got back home and I saw the box of pills all on the kitchen floor and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence for the tears that streamed from her tired eyes and the lump in her throat that she couldn't hold down any longer. Her hands were shaking against my skin and I felt my hair stand on end, my heart sink to the bottom of my chest and my arms wrap around her tighter, letting her know that I was here and I wasn't going anywhere.

I felt guilty for scaring her so much, I left the house in a panic when I got the call about Mario. I was looking for some pain killers in the cupboard and three boxes fell onto the ground, I just left them there, literally dropping everything to get to Mario as soon as I could.

But what was worse, was the fact that Jagger thought I would do something like that. I hadn't realised how bad I'd gotten, how down and dark and heavy I was being, how lifeless I was around her and everybody else. I didn't notice that much of a change, I just knew I was even more introverted than before,  but I didn't know I was this bad.

"Shh, don't cry. I would never, ever do that."

Rocking her back and forth on my lap, I stroked her hair with my fingertips, my head resting against hers, my eyes still fixed on Mario as he lay before us, quiet and still.

"I thought it was all my fault. I thought I'd upset you so much the other morning and you've been so down and I treated you so badly and I'm so sorry, Robert, I'm forever sorry for what I've done to you."

"Jagger look at me," I took her face in my hands, wiping away her tears with my thumb. Her eyes were dark and puffy, tears stained her face and her lip still quivering as I stated at her, my heart swelling at how distraught she was.

"None of this is your fault. I don't blame you for how you acted, but don't think for a second that I would ever do something like that, because that would mean leaving you, and I could never, ever, do that."

She just nodded, clearly not trusting her voice to give an answer other than her bursting out into tears again.

The way she looked at me made me feel valued. The way she burst into the room and threw herself at me with such fear and worry within her was something I'd never felt before. She cared. She was so scared of losing me and the fact that even though I'd been the worst boyfriend, if you could even call me that, she'd ever had, she still cared.

I looked at Mario as I carried on calming Jagger down. In a way, I knew how Jagger felt. I felt like a part of my world had shattered when I saw Mario laying in that hospital bed. I was so used to him talking and me being silent, but now it was the other way around, it wasn't right. It shouldn't be like this, Mario didn't deserve to get hurt, even if it was an accident. He had kept me going, helped me when I needed it and all this time, I'd never really taken any of his advice.

I felt like now was as good a time as any to honour Mario by taking his advice. He told me that you shouldn't be scared of who you are and what you feel, and up until now, I had been terrified of myself and everything I felt inside, but that had to change.

"Hey," I whispered, making Jagger turn her head to face me.

I drew in a breath and looked down at her. I had never seen anybody look so beautiful when they cried. She was a work of art, my work of art.

And for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid to admit it.

"Jag, I'm in love with you."