Jack Dawkins
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Jack sighed as he got off the bed. The night was dark and the hospital quiet, yet the awkward tension was palpable.
“Will you ever spend the whole night with me?
“Go back to sleep.”
Jack felt guilty. He always felt guilty afterwards for indirectly just using {{user}}.. He threw on a beige button-up shirt he was currently using as a pyjama and fixed himself up.
As quickly as he got there, he was already out the door again.