Dave was hurting all over- his legs, his back, his neck, everything hurt. Screw this, he thought, stretching, a whimper escaping his lips. This is what you get for trying to take your own life- three days and counting in a hospital bed, with only bathroom visits and the occasional pass to go to the cafeteria downstairs.

How many movies can one watch, really, Dave thought. How many songs can one listen to on his iPod until it all becomes too much? What was really getting Dave down was that nobody had come to visit him today. It had been Kurt, Sugar and Sam on the first day, Mike and Rachel on the second, and Sebastian on the third, but on the fourth day in the hospital, Dave hadn't even caught a glimpse of someone he knew. His dad had brought over more movies, and surprisingly, and to Dave's horror, a magazine full of shirtless men.

Oh, Dave thought, looking down at the magazine in horror, and then looking back up to his father. "What on Earth is this?" He choked out, his cheeks reddening.

"A magazine?" Paul stammered out, his own blush becoming apparent as the seconds passed. "I just wanted to make an effort."

Dave looked back down at the magazine, and felt his eyes begin to blur as tears formed. He coughed once, trying to hide the wetness forming in his eyes, and the sheer gratitude and love he felt for his dad, for accepting him, for just loving him.

"Love you dad," he murmured. "Not for the magazine, because God, don't ever do that again, please, but for everything…everything else."

"Oh, um, yeah," Paul said, coughing a little.

It was nearing 3 pm when Dave heard someone quietly knock on the door. "Come in," he called out, turning to see who had come to the door.

Watching the door open, he smiled when he saw Tina walk quickly into the room, sitting down on the chair next to his bed.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hi," Dave whispered back. "Why are we whispering?"

"Because I have to do this quickly, before anyone else sees me," she whispered again, reaching into her duffel bag, and bringing out a laptop, a candy bar, three DVD's, and a redbull.

"Holy shit, how are you holding all of my favorite things right now?" He asked in amazement.

"I asked Kurt to ask some seemingly innocent questions about what you like," she said laughing, watching Dave try to grab the redbull out of her hand.

"Nu uh uh," she said, moving away from him slightly. "I'm not allowed to give you half of the things in my hand, but I brought them because I know you might be slowly melting of boredom in this place. You have to promise me you won't do anything rash, and will not be influenced by anything I give you."

"Promise! Scouts honor," Dave said, saluting.

"You were a boyscout?" Tina asked, a smile forming on her face.

"Yup, for quite a while," Dave replied. "I quit when I thought I was too cool for it. One of my biggest mistakes, besides you know, this," he said, gesturing to where he was.

"We all make mistakes," Tina said.

"We do," Dave nodded. "Now hand over the redbull."

Tina laughed, handing over the redbull, before getting up to sit next to Dave on the bed, stretching her legs out next to him. Opening up the laptop, she explained why she'd brought it as it loaded.

"I know they're controlling what music you're listening to, which must suck, because I'm fairly sure Kurt's show tunes don't cut it for everyone."

"They really don't," Dave said nodding.

Tina chuckled. "Which is why I brought the laptop. You can go through my iTunes, and make a playlist of songs you want. I'll transfer it onto your iPod."

"Oh my God, Tina, you are amazing," Dave said, in awe as he stared at the screen.

"I know," She said with a grin.

Dave and Tina sat for an hour in the room, sharing the chocolate bar and comparing music preferences; Dave even apologized for everything he'd done to her, stopping when she waved him off, telling him it was all in the past, and that she always knew there was something going on. Dave and Tina sat quietly for a while after that, but began laughing when he got to Tina's playlist called 'My Chinese love bear'.

"That was a long time ago," she argued.

"It doesn't matter how long ago it was, Tina," he said, laughing. "It's still there."

"Do you want me to take the laptop away?" she asked.

"Stopping right now."

Quietly, Dave went through the rest of her iTunes, before finally handing the laptop back to her as she connects the iPod to it, transferring the songs. Just as she was about to close the laptop, she heard the door open.

Dave and Tina scrambled as Tina hid the laptop in her bag, and Dave stuffed the DVD's under his pillow, both of them jumping onto the bed, and trying to pose casually. Naturally, it didn't look casual at all, and they ended up with Tina's elbow on Dave's shoulder, and one of his legs on top of hers.

"What is going on here?" Paul asked. He looked around the room in confusion.

"Nothing at all," Tina said. "Just catching Dave up on whatever's new over at WMHS."

"Alright," Dave said uncertainly.

"Anyway, I have to go now," Tina said, getting up from the bed, laughing as she pushed Dave's leg off of hers. Leaning over, she gave Dave a hug. "I'll be back with more redbull soon," she promised, whispering in his ear. He squeezed her quickly before she backed away, picking up her duffel bag.

"Bye Dave," she said with a smile.

"Bye Tina!"