Jack's footsteps could be heard loud and precise as he almost sprinted in the halls of the Statesman HQ. He walked into Ginger's medical unit but was stopped by Tequila.

"Whiskey, you shouldn't-" Tequila said before Jack cut him off.

"What the hell happened?" Jack asked, his chest heaving from how shaken he was to learn you had gotten hurt.

He knew getting involved with you would take him to his knees, but he never imagined he'd feel the suffocating and agonizing feeling of losing you. He had already lost the first love of his life. He couldn't lose you too.