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Jason knew the sound of that truck anywhere, yet he didn't move from where he had taken residence in his bed with the covers over his head. Luckily the front door was unlocked. They could either figure out to come in themselves or stand out there until he was ready to get the door... probably in, say, a decade. His chair was parked messily beside the bed from where he had vacated it as quickly as he possibly could. He didn't even know how long he had been lying there now. He didn't care, either. Everything hurt. Physically, mentally and emotionally. Even through the accident, through Lyla cheating on him with Tim, through accepting he couldn't walk... nothing hurt as much as it did to hear Erin say those devastating words. He didn't care about anything anymore. Everything he had been hoping for was gone. And that was before he even let himself stop to think that this probably meant he was unable to have kids, full stop.