meddle about // Ethan landry x reader

Hospital

The next day, you made a determined effort to catch Ghostface. The plan was to locate him, and as you prepared, you, Ethan, and Chad grabbed some snacks from a nearby Bodega. After stocking up, you all piled into Kirby's van.

Detective Bailey, Sam, and Tara were stationed outside, waiting for an important call.

"So, we're really doing the phone tracing thing that never works in the movies," Mindy started, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "It'll be all 'Keep him talking, Sam. Two more minutes, I've almost got him,' and then he hangs up just before we can get a lock."

Kirby, determined, chimed in, "I can trace a call in under 15 seconds."

"Well, you got them out there as bait," Mindy continued, her tone wavering between skepticism and concern.

As they talked, you found your thoughts drifting, preoccupied by your own worries.

Ethan leaned in, offering you Cheetos, and you accepted with a soft "Thanks," offering him a smile in return. His warm smile in response made your heart flutter.

Ghostface's call came in, and he began his babbling, nonsensical chatter.

You were growing increasingly impatient with the cryptic conversations.

Kirby focused on locating the call's origin, prompting Sam to ask, "Did you get it?" Everyone's eyes were on Kirby.

"Yep, geolocation coming through right now. He's on the upper west side, inside an apartment building halfway across the city," Kirby replied.

"West 96th?" Tara asked. Kirby froze, her face paling as she registered the implications.

It was Gale's apartment. Ghostface had infiltrated her home. Panic surged through the group.

You all piled into Kirby's van, racing toward the apartment, but it was too late. Gale had already been attacked.

With heavy hearts and a mounting sense of guilt, you headed to the hospital where both Gale and Jack were being treated.

The weight of what had transpired was crushing, especially considering Jack's condition.

In the van, your thoughts oscillated between worry for Gale and guilt over Jack's situation.

You couldn't help but replay the series of events, wondering if your actions had led to his stabbing. The tears welled up, and Ethan, sitting beside you, noticed.

"Hey, it's okay, Gale is going to be okay, you're going to be okay. I promise," he whispered, his words a soothing balm to your wounded soul. You leaned into his comforting presence.

Your arrival at the hospital was met with tense silence as you awaited updates on Gale and Jack.

You were struggling with guilt and anxiety, unsure if your actions had caused the harm Jack suffered. The worry was overwhelming.

To distract yourself, you decided to check on Jack, but you didn't want to go alone.

"Ethan," you called out, "could you please come with me to check up on Jack?" Despite his reservations, he agreed. He couldn't say no to you.

You approached the receptionist to inquire about Jack's room, a sense of urgency in your voice. The receptionist, clearly annoyed, replied, "Where can I find the room of Jane Doe? You're going to have to be more specific."

You clarified, "Uhh, Jack Winner." The receptionist provided the information you needed, saying, "He's in room 69 on the 3rd floor."

Seeing Jack awake, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, and you couldn't help but hug him tightly, the sense of guilt still nagging at the back of your mind.

"Y/n?" Jack exclaimed enthusiastically, but then his tone turned somewhat cooler as he added, "Oh, and Ethan."

Your embrace brought a sense of comfort to the situation, but you also couldn't help but notice the tension between Jack and Ethan.

"I'm so grateful you're okay," you said, your relief genuine.

"Okay is a bit of a stretch, but I'm fine," Jack replied, his sarcasm heavy.

"Sadly," Ethan muttered under his breath, his discomfort evident.

Jack then requested some alone time with you. You looked to Ethan, who left the room, but not without a warning glance directed at Jack.

In the privacy of the room, Jack voiced his concerns about Ethan. "I don't trust Ethan," he stated, keeping his voice low. You raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue.

"I mean, don't you think it's weird that I was the only one stabbed because I was kissing you?" Jack questioned.

Your defenses went up, but you countered his skepticism. "Yeah, but he was there when it happened. It's not him. Ghostface is trying to frame him."

"Alright," Jack said, relenting. "But if he ends up being Ghostface, I'm not going to say I told you so."

Exiting Jack's room, you returned to the hospital lobby to find everyone wearing serious expressions. Your elation at Jack's recovery was overshadowed by their grim demeanor.

"Hey, guys, good news, Jack is fine," you reported with a faint smile, but your optimism faded as you took in the seriousness of their faces.

"What's happening?" you inquired, concerned about the news that seemed imminent.

"We're going to execute Ghostface," Tara declared with grave determination.

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