(Finished) Saying Excuses jacksepticeye x reader. SEQUAL TOO DRESSED IN FEAR

"I'm A Winner, Cookie."

Y/N P.O.V.

After the man from the ambulance picked Jack up, you decide to take a look at yourself. You look at the closest glass window as your reflection stares back. Your dress is torn apart, your hands are sticky of all the blood and your side has a huge scratch.

You look like a zombie who came straight out a horror movie, hair loose and falling in front of her face, shaking and shivering. Your eyes are darker than they normally are and a tear streams down your cheeks. You sigh, as you hear Felix yell in the background.

You stare at the Swede, who is trying to break free from the strong arms of multiple man, not even all are from the ambulance. A person passing bye has offered to get the Swede under control, and the ambulance men where happy with his offer. So for that reason a random person in skinny jeans and brown leather jacket is holding Felix down.

You think about the hospital, and how bad Jack is doing. Maybe you will see Roane in the big white building? After all he is a surgeon and some days he takes the nightshift. He could tell you everything is okay, and that it will all be over soon.

A person from the ambulance puts a blanket over you, and you take it happily. Your shaking body cuddles against the warm fabric and you turn your back to the window, staring at everything happening around you.

Jack is being hold by an ambulance man, the person you asked for help. Felix is being hold back by the "random person" therefore all the people with medical education where needed somewhere else. Almost no one has noticed you, but you don't mind really.

You hear how a hard voice yells through the battlefield, and how another responds. You hear the same voice again and again until an answer has been provided. Yet the calmness that those timbres bring is unthinkable. Their tone is soft and calm, in this stressful period of time. You envy that, you genuinely do. That peace with everything happening around you, that calmness is changing the entire vibe in this room.

'Miss!' a voice screams. You look up from your thoughts and see the same man who carried your boyfriend yell for your name. You wish he has good news, yet magic is a bit too much to ask at this moment.

'The mister wants you going with us,' he says and you walk down the road with bare feet. The ice cold cement is freezing your feet but you don't mind. It will all be worth holding the tender little hand of your Irishman.

You take a step, and another, and another until you almost reach your finish line. Yet as you see your boyfriend in that state, you take a step back. You can't handle him looking like that, and a sudden urge to vomit isn't helping either. The man stretches his arm for you to take, but you simply can't.

You swallow before you take his hands, which is warming and (again) comforting. Your knees buckle but the hand is holding you up before you have come to the end of your walk. Than the hardest thing has its turn, those little steps to get in the huge medical monster.

Your feet are telling you not to come near the steps, still you now that to get next to your love, you need to take the risk of falling down and just jump in. So you get in the car, still shaking and shivering with the blanket around your shoulders.

Jack looks up at you, with his left hand connected to all sort of tubes, including an infusion. You take his fingers without thinking and see a smile on his face. His dimmed blue eyes light up as you come in contact with his hand. He stares at your stunning eyes, and you see by his face that the injuries he has may not be that bad after all.

'Don't close those handsome pair of eyes,' you whisper to your loved one. He smiles as you caress his neon green hair. Squeezing your hand lightly, he looks up again. You stare at him, noticing a scratch at the side of his face.

'I-I won't,' he stutters. His voice cracks but it sounds as if he means it. And you know he does, because your little bean would never lie to you. You are lucky with a boy like that, always kind and sweet who almost never gets angry. Every girl would want him.

'Promise? Because I'm not taking anything you say for granted,' you say and he chuckle a bit. His chest rises slightly and his suit has to just deal with the sudden movement.

'I promise you, cookie, that I won't close my eyes,' he whispers back with his usual Irish accent. He tried out other nicknames before yet this one seems the most genuine. And that's why you blush as he calls you cookie.

'You better don't close them, or I'll punch you,' you smile softly and he laughs again. You notice how much energy this conversation is asking, but you just need him to feel happy before the hospital awaits him and he will enter those white hallways.

'You won't,' he laughs his childish laugh before he responds. His cheeks get more colour and you feel proud of what you've done. And as the ambulance is standing still (Because some of the people are looking for other victims) you wish it would forever be only this moment.

'I wouldn't say that if I were you,' you smile and Jack scuffle to his side. He is still holding your hand, but you don't mind. As long as he will never let it go, not even for a second.

'Tomorrow at 3 'o clock, after school, I'll fight ya,' he jokes. He laughs at his own humour, and so do you. You know it might not be the best joke ever, but it hopefully wasn't the worst either.

'Yeah, sure,' you say as you smile again. You would love that to be real, because then he wouldn't be in an ambulance which is making its way to the big white hospital from L.A.

'I'm a winner, cookie,' he smiles before your conversation is brutally stopped by Felix. The ambulance is coming in motion and is almost at the point of driving away, just when Felix thought it was a good moment to literally jump in.

The doors haven't been closed yet, so he takes the risk and jumps in, with care hidden behind the wall of alcohol. The people in the ambulance understand that they are stuck with him and let him in, because stopping now it not an option.

The Swede looks proudly at what he has accomplished, as Jacks eyes turn dim again and his skin is completely grey once more. You stare at Felix with pure anger, but you know that you will be friend one day. So therefore you make place for him to sit, and he takes that changer.

Jack lets go of your hand, and stares at his friend. Felix smiles at him and at you with the smell of alcohol flying around him like a thick wall. You find the smell disgusting and turn your back at Felix.

Our king of YouTube has a scratch on his cheek and a wound on his forehead, yet you see that it won't leave any scars. The YouTuber raps his arm around you, trying to see your face. He gently pats your back.

'C'mon now, don't turn your back at me. I know your face is prettier.'

You try to make clear you don't like is attitude so you grab his hand and through it back to where it came from. Felix cringes and you stare with a smirk on your face, next time he'll know better.

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