You Had Me at Hello (Jacksepticeye fic)

3 || A waiting game

**edited 12/31/17**

AVERY POV

Walking up to my front door, so much was going through my head, along with the pounding. I didn't even realize we were drinking that much. I don't even know if that was real. Had I just walked home after a night of drinking with and a banging from my favorite youtuber? He feels like more of a real person instead of just someone on the internet now. 

I reached in my pocket to grab the keys to my front door. When I opened it, a rush of hot air hit me. I forgot to turn the A/C on. Well, shit. After fixing that, I went to grab something to eat. Still being my poor ass self, I reached in and grabbed a poptart. Also needing a glass of water, I grabbed that too. Sitting down on my couch to watch Netflix, I was so happy I didn't have to work today. 

After 3 episodes of criminal minds, I went into the kitchen to grab my phone charger, and it hit me that I had left it at Sean's place. Damn. I'll text him that I'm gonna stop by, just to grab it. I really need it. My phone's about to die. 

After shooting the text hey, I left my charger at your house.. I'm just gonna stop by really quick to grab it. I hope that's cool with you. I got in my car, and started to head over there. I looked like such an idiot when I sent that text. 

I pulled in, and walked up to his door, which was wide open. Does he do this regularly or something? 

"Sean..? Did you get my tex-," I saw broken glass and what looks to be the dinning room table all over the floor. Cautiously walking in, I start shouting for Sean. "Sean? Are you there?" Looking over into the kitchen made my hear drop so fast, "OH MY GOD! Sean! What happened?" I ran over to him, hesitating to touch him. He's covered in blood, I don't even know where it is coming from. I finally notice his eyes are shut. " Shit! Are you dead?" Really Avery? He can't answer you.  I bend down and grabbed his wrist looking for a pulse. I feel a paint throbbing and release the sigh I was holding in. Oh, oh god, what do I do?

I quickly pull my phone out and dial 911.

"Sean? Stay with me..Okay? You, you're going to be just fine. Stay with me okay? People are coming!" I noticed that the puddle of blood around him kept getting bigger, so I placed my hands where I thought the majority of blood was coming from. I must have been right, because as I applied pressure, he groaned. Tears streamed down my face. I've never seen anything like this in real life before. I started panicking, and then I heard sirens in the distance. Not even a minute later, officers and EMT's come rushing into the house. I zone out looking at all the chaos going on in the same house that was silent just five minutes ago. I sit in the blood, staring at my hands. I notice his body is no longer in front of me, and I stand up worried. He was strapped on a gurney and being  wheeled out the front door. As soon as the ambulance rushed off,  I walked out of that house, with little intentions of coming back any time soon. I found myself driving to the hospital. My instincts were screaming at me to go, and be with him.

Walking into the hospital, a feeling of intense worry set over me. I walked up to the counter, I need to know if he's even still alive.

"Um. Hello, is-is Sean McLoughlin here?"

"Yes ma'am, he just came in and is about to have surgery. Are you family?" The lady behind the desk seemed skeptical of me for whatever reason. 

"Well, no. Just a friend." 

"We can notify you when he gets out of surgery. What is your name?" 

"Avery. Avery McClout." A smile appeared on her face and I knew exactly what she was thinking. I didn't know what to do, so I got back in my car to go home and take a shower. I need this blood off me.