Beep, beep, beep.
That was the sound Jack's monitor made. He had fainted due to a punctured lung. I was silently crying, watching him sleep. What I didn't get was why he had to be AWAKE when they did the surgery.
-Flashback-
I gasped in horror as they cut deeply into Jack's side. He screamed. "Sugar, this is nothing." The nurse said. I almost cried out myself when the nurse shoved her hand inside him. A blood curdling wail escaped Jack. "Restrain him!" The nurse shouted. I could feel my eyes watering. This was terrible!
He continued to scream in pain as the nurse moved her hand around inside him. "Stop! Please stop!" He cried. Tears rolled down my cheeks as he balled.
"Alright, I found the rib..." She slowly moved her hand back. A high pitched scream escaped Jack. I ran to his side, pushing away other medics. I took hold of his hand. Instantly, he held back.
"We're going to patch him up now." She said. Meanwhile, I was losing circulation in my hand from how tight Jack was gripping it. "Halfway done Jack." I said, trying to soothe him. It didn't work. Instead, he wailed in agony, still yelling for them to stop.
The nurse squinted as she patched him up.
Jack wouldn't stop, crying uncontrollably. A couple long minutes later, the nurse stopped. "And done!" She announced. Jack immediately became quiet.
"Th-thank you." He breathed.
"Anytime sugar. Now lets stitch you up."
-Flashback Ends-
Jack looked so peaceful now. The nurse had also stitched up the gash on my face, so I felt better as well.
It was seven in the morning. I ate some of the Chicken Fries from Burger King, my mind wandering. Could I really pull this off? I didn't want to go back, so I kinda had to. Jack wasn't going to be in town forever. This brought a wave of sadness over me. I would miss him. Badly. Very badly. For once in my life I felt like someone actually listened to me, actually cared about me. Did Jack care about me? Surely he did, or he wouldn't have offered for me to stay in his hotel room. Right?
I pulled out my phone, getting on YouTube. Not having watched a lot of Jack, I decided to watch him play Five Nights At Freddy's. (The writer loves that game, as you can tell :-) )
About halfway through the first video, Jack stirred. I paused it. "Y/N? W-where are we?" I smiled.
"We're in the hospital. Turns out you were a lot worse than we thought." He tried to sit up, wincing. I jumped up.
"No no no no! You lay back down, Pretty Eyes." He didn't, managing to sit up. Jack grinned.
"Is that my new nickname? Pretty Eyes?" I nodded, chuckling.
"Yes." I paused. "How much do you remember?" He shrugged.
"All I remember is lots and lots of pain." I nodded.
"Pretty much sums it up on your part. You screamed an awful lot too." He smirked.
"I do that all the time, even when I'm not in a crazy amount of pain." I laughed.
"I noticed from watching your videos. I'll probably go deaf by the time I'm thirty." He laughed as well, but winced.
"What was wrong?" I sighed.
"One of your ribs was broken, well, it still is, but that's beside the point. The rib punctured your lung, so the nurse had to pull it out and stitch yo up. Not very pretty." He scrunched up his nose.
"Gross." He chuckled nervously. "Um, how long do I have to be in here?"
"About 4-6 days, depending on how you heal." He exhaled sharply.
"Great. Just fucken great." I patted his shoulder.
"You'll get through it. You are Jacksepticeye." He grinned.
"That is true." He said something in Irish that I couldn't understand. "Well, now it's two, zero." I narrowed my eyebrows.
"What does that mean?"
"You've saved my life twice in the last eight hours. I definitely owe you." I shook my head.
"You owe me nothing."
"Yes I do."
"I'm not doing this again. You don't owe me." He frowned, but said nothing.
The nurse then came in, carrying a syringe. She smiled at us, walking to Jack's side. "How ya doin, sugar?" Jack shrugged.
"Fine, I guess." She nodded, injecting the medicine into his arm.
Sighing, she said, "you're real lucky you have this girl in your life." She smiled at me. "She takes great care of her boyfriend." I instantly blushed, as did Jack.
"We're not dating, jus-just friends." I stuttered.
"Oh! Well, her friend then." She started out the room.
"He's not my boyfriend!" I called after her. She laughed, disappearing around the corner.
I think the picture suits this chapter ;-)
