Speed Is Key (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Mama, We're All Gonna Die

I was running laps around the gym while Mark was lifting weights. It had been a week since I met Jack, and Mark had been giving me hell. He kept on saying that we shouldn't date, and I kept assuring him that Jack would never like me that way. I had told Mark that Jack and I would most likely stay friends.

I finished up my last lap and trotted to my bag. I greedily swallowed mouthfuls of water, and after running seven miles, water never tasted so good. I toweled off my sweat and threw on a hoodie to cover my stink. Mark was on his last set, and I waited for him to finish before tossing him his water bottle.

"Thanks," he sighed gratefully. He flexed his arms and I poked his bicep.

"Not as squishy as you used to be. Good job," I congratulated, and he glared at me.

"Not all of us have the metabolism and muscle of an athlete, you know."

I was about to whip him with a stunning rebuke when my phone rang. I picked it up and answered the call.

"Hello, is this (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)?"

"Yes, who may this be?"

"This is Mary Washington Hospital. I'm calling to inform you that your brother Samuel is in our care."

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(Markimoo's POV bc why not?)
(Y/N)'s face fell as she heard the response on the other end of the phone and I wondered what she had heard. She mumbled into the phone, sounding emotionless. I could see her start to shake.

"Okay. Thank you for telling me... They end at eight? Okay.... Damnit. Goodbye," she swallowed the words and hung up. She looked up to meet my gaze and I saw the tears in her (e/c) eyes. Before she had the chance to start breaking down, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into my chest. I felt her clutch my sweaty shirt as she buried her face into my neck. She let out a heartbroken wail and her body began to jerk with sobs.

"Shh... Hey now, shh. It's okay," I whispered in cautious tones. It took fifteen minutes for her to calm down, and I was so thankful that the gym was empty. She finally took in ragged breaths and took a step back.

"(Y/N), what happened? Who was that?" I asked, wiping the tears from her eyes. She sighed and sniffled.

"T-the hospital. It's my brother, Sam. He was overseas and a bomb struck his Hummer. He's back home. I have to go, Mark. I have to..." She trailed off, tears threatening to spill again. I shushed her and grabbed her hand.

"Come on. Let's get you home and packed so we can leave. I'll book the tickets for the next flight to Fredericksburg, okay?" I assured her. She nodded numbly, following my lead.

I drove her back to her apartment and walked her inside. She stumbled to her room and pulled a suitcase out from under her bed. Half-heartledly, she threw her clothes and other essentials into the black case. I quickly logged into her computer and bought tickets for the flight. It would leave in two hours. I then called her school and informed them that there was a family emergency and that (Y/N) would not be in school for an unknown period of time. They understood completely, of course.

When I returned to (Y/N)'s room, I found her snuggling into a hoodie and staring at the wall. She had changed into a black tank top and light blue skinny jeans. I gently led her to the door and back into the car. We left her apartment complex, not knowing when we'd return.