Jackson stormed into the bathroom turning on the sink and splashed his face with water. He felt the cold water snap at him and he did it again.

'Snap out of it! Snap out of it damnit!', thought Jackson to himself.

Jackson supported himself against the counter. Hanging his head. Why the hell was he nervous?! Why the hell wasn't he happy?! DeLacy was alive and awake! Why was he so hesitant to go in there?! Jackson slammed his fist hitting the counter angry with himself muttering.

"Get a grip! Get a grip!", he hissed shaking his head from side to side.

Jackson turned on the faucet a second time and splashed his face again rubbing in the water blinking. Jackson was killing time. He was stalling. Why the hell was he doing that?! Why was he so nervous?! It had been four months! Jackson had waited four entire grueling months! He had killed eight players within those four months. He had done his job.

But Jackson clenched his teeth. Still he hadn't found the bastard who did this. That fucking Jova! Jackson kicked the wall frustrated. All those tubes! In the bed barely able to move! That wasn't right! He would find that man. Jackson swallowed gripping his hair.

He hated seeing DeLacy that way. She was supposed to be on her feet living her life and that bastard wasted four months of it! Jackson raised his hands placing them on his head breathing. He had gotten angry. Rallied up. Pissed. His emotions were getting to him.

Throughout these past four months that was the only thing that had fueled Jackson to keep going. His feelings and emotions. Nothing else. Jackson had made the phone call to the number provided by DeLacy. But.....the call. The call did not end well. His ex-girlfriend well......she didn't want anything to do with him. Jackson didn't want anything to do with her either anymore. He'd much rather be......with the person who has replaced her. Someone better.

Did Jackson have feelings for DeLacy?

There was no use in lying about them......

Jackson did have feelings for DeLacy.