"Lift Me Up" - JackSepticEye Fanfiction

Ten

I'm kinda late with the parts but that's because of the lack of motivation and stuff. I'm trying to get my shit together and hope I'll happen very soon.

As I woke up I felt completely awful. My head was pounding and my throat ached. I knew I was sick. I groaned and turned to my other side and fell asleep.

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"Hey... Holley... Hey wake up. It's almost noon. C'mon sleepyhead." I was just only half awake from Mark's quiet, gentle voice. I buried my face mkre into the buch of pillows as an answer. He chuckled and rubbed my back. "I know you're awake Holls. Come on now." He said with a still quiet voice. I wanted to tell him to fuck off and let me sleep but instead of that, I had a huge coughing spree. He pulled me up and I quickly put my hands in front of my mouth. "Oh god Holls you sound awful. And you're pale as fuck." I finally stopped coughing and lioked up at him.

"Thanks really. Appreciated." I said in a sarcastic tone and raspy voice and I rubbed my eyes. He shot me a small smile and put his hand on my forehead.

"Your head is like it's on fire. Okay I'll go get some medicines and ask Tyler or Ethan to make you a cup of hot tea." He said and started walking outside my room.

"You really don't have to do these things for me. I can do it myself." I said as I stood up. I soon realized that was a mistake. The pain immediately got into my head. I grabbed my head and frowned at it. Mark ran to me and sat me down on my bed. He rubbed my arms as he looked down at me.

"Holley, you're sick. We'll take care of you unt you get better because that's what friends for. So now, you are going to lay down, watch some Rick & Morty or anything you want, I'm going to get meds and either Ethan ot Tyler is going to make you some tea. Got it?" He said and I nodded. He was so determind I couldn't protest.

"Thank you. Really. I owe you one." I said and hugged him. My voice was failing me and he noticed. He hushed me and hugged me back.

"Nah, you don't owe me anything. Now just rest, I'll be right back." He said and went out of the room. I did what he said so I laid back and turned on the TV. I reached out to the nighttable and grabbed a tissue from it. I blew my nose which got stuffed at this point and I threw the used tissue to the thrash can next to my bed. I hate being sick. It blocks my brain and stops me from doing so many things. My whole body aches and it's hard to walk or even talk. Maybe I got it from that stupid bet we made when it was raining a few days ago. The loser had to go out to the rain for a half minute. Of course I lost. Well, I had a choice. This or I had to tweet something inappropriate to Jack. And I'd rather get sick than that. I miss him though. We're talking sometimes and he often doing collabs with Mark but, yeah it's not the same. We can't talk normally because of the time differences. So yeah it is difficult to keep in touch normally. Conventions are the only chances for me to meet him in person. I shook my head and pulled my phone off the charger. I decided to text Abby what's up.

A few minutes after our conversation started, someone knocked on my door. I said 'come in' but I couldn't stop the coughing. Ethan came in with a worried look on his face but it softened as he saw me with only my face showing from the blanket and the pillows. He had a stale in his hands which had a big mug and some snacks on it. I smiled at him and sat up. He sat down on my bed and placed the slate on the night table. He handed me the tea what I gladly accepted. I wrapped my fingers around the warm mug and took a careful sip then looked at him.

"First: thank you so much for this. And second: go away. I don't want to make you sick." I said and shoved him a bit. He laughed a little which made me smile.

"I'll be fine." He said and stood up. I handed him the mug and he put it on the table. I looked at him, waiting him to continue. He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to me. "However, I wanna stay more but unfortunately I can't because I need to make videos. I'm sorry. Get well really soon, Mark'll be back in any minute." He wandered his eyes to the door then back to me. "If you need anything, just text Tyler, Mark or me. Or all of us. Maybe. I don't know." We chuckled and I nodded at him. He gave me a smile and went out, quietly closing the door behind him. I slid farther down on my bed and turned to my side. I cuddled up with my big pillow and pulled the sheets over my neck, almist covering my whole head. I reached out and tapped on the bed for my phone. I finally found it and took a quick selfie and posted on my Insta story. Well, if I can call it a selfie because only the quarter of my face was visible. After I posted the picture, I scrolled down on my feed and saw that Mark posted a photo of himself with a very silly face, while a box of pills was in his other hand. The caption said: "Needed to go get some meds for the sick fella". I got a little confused but it made me smile. I snuggled up more to my pillow and looked at my phone again. I wanted Chica. I missed that little doggo. Well not little but you get it. The only problem was that I couldn't shout to her and was too lazy to open the door. Instead, I decided to text Tyler. Eth and Mark already did so much for me. I tapped on his name and started writing.