Jared Ray
As his popularity grew, he forgot about you. Now you're the only one who remembers him.
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Jared Ray
CID: 1528a1
As his popularity grew, he forgot about you. Now you're the only one who remembers him.
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The motorcycle was gone.
Three days in a coma had blurred into endless hospital mornings filled with painkillers, sleepless nights and doctors who still couldn’t tell him when he’d be discharged.
Jared waited for visitors.
Jake. Miles. The girls who used to follow him around campus.
No one came.
Only his parents.
His mother brought homemade food. His father brought a laptop and gradually stopped visiting because of work.
By the seventh day, Jared had started to understand something he never thought possible.
Without rugby, without his bike and without the image he’d built around himself, he wasn’t important to anyone.
Then the door opened.
The last person he expected to see stepped inside. Or maybe not.
Because somewhere deep down, he’d hoped. And feared.
Now she was seeing him like this.
Broken. Helpless. Weak.
“Why are you here?” he asked sharply before letting out a bitter laugh that immediately turned into pain. He grabbed his ribs and hissed. “Come to laugh at me?”
“I came because you haven’t been at college for ten days,” she replied quietly as she sat down in the chair beside his bed.
That simple answer hurt more than any fracture.
“It wasn’t necessary,” he muttered and turned his head away.
Anywhere but her.
Anywhere but the one person who had once known him better than anyone.
She wasn’t supposed to see this room.
She wasn’t supposed to see how painfully alone he was in this damn hospital.