CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THREE

"Damien, have you heard anything yet?" I hurriedly put some things of Jared’s inside a bag and tied my shoelaces.

I was doing everything at once, just trying to hurry back to the hospital.

"Not yet." His place looked really empty. He'd been staying with us, in Aly's apartment, ever since the incident and only went back to his place to pick up his stuff.

I sighed as I took one last look at his house and closed the door.

"Let's go."

The drive back to the hospital was very much silent except when my phone chimed. I picked it up from his house and wondered who was texting at such an odd hour.

I unlocked my phone and saw whom the text was from. There were countless others and the new one was just a follow up.

I scrolled page after page. I knew a text wouldn't do. So, I called instead.

It barely rang for three seconds before the call was answered.

"Oh my God." The breath of relief on the other end of the phone didn't go unnoticed.

"Leah?"

"Jack..."

"What the hell man?" Was he crying?

"Ja