I wake up again, I feel something on my bed, it's Alex. "Hi Sky," he greets me. "Hi Alex," I reply. "I made a special request to see you," he says, smiling. "Thank you," I say, returning his smile forcefully because I feel terrible. "How are you feeling?" He asks, stroking the cut on my cheek lightly. "Okayish," I say, forcing another smile. "How are you?" I ask. "I'm pretty bad, everytime I breathe it hurts," he says. "Oh, I'm sorry, you shouldn't have came here, if it hurts so bad," I mention. "But I had to," he answers. "Why?" I ask. "I had to check on the girl I love," he says as he kisses my cheek lightly. I feel the flush creeping up to my cheeks. "Well, I better go now, see you later," he says as he slowly exits. "I love you," I blurt out after him. His head peaks back in the room with a huge grin. "I love you more," he says as he disappears again. I really do love him, but are his words really true? Will he still love me even if I hurt him? That's what I worry about most, hurting him.