THE Infirmary has become Jackson's second home thanks to his ever-charming clumsiness. Lincoln James, the nurse of the Infirmary, always had a feeling that his clumsiness will take a toll on him, and something tells him it will be soon.

   He sincerely wished the boy would be alright and safe.

   But much to Lincoln's dismay, what he had dreaded had happened.

   Jackson Parker had a concussion.

   All his hits did take a toll on him, but what fuelled up for a concussion to happen was his tremendous shock.

   Jackson finally woke up from his deep slumber just to be blinded by white lights.

   He turned around to take a look, and now his heart was blinded.

   Because beside him was Brooke Harpers sitting on a chair with her head put down on his bed.

   "Hey", Jackson croaked out.

   Brooke immediately woke up by his voice. Her eyes surprised him.

   "Were you crying by any chance?" Jackson asked with disbelief.

   "No", Brooke said while she sniffed her nose. "Who would cry for you?"

   "Well if you can draw for me, you can also cry for me."

   "Don't get so cocky, Parker. You are one to talk. Your ass fainted when you saw your picture. I repeat fainted. Do you consider yourself that ugly to faint or what?"

   "Well who wouldn't faint when your crush is painting your face", Jackson mumbled to more like himself, but Brooke heard it crystal clear.

   One look at their faces and you will assume that they have dunked their heads in Anastasia Beverly Hills' blush palates.

    "So, is that why you decided to dump food on me the other day?"

   "No! That was by mistake, but now I don't feel so. I like you, but that doesn't mean I should ruin things for you."

   "Woah, who are you and what have you did to Jackson Parker. I think the concussion did a pretty good job."

   "Hey!"

   "Don't blam— okay stop glaring at me."

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