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

She's A Murphy After All

Roane's P.O.V AGAIN SO EVERYONE KNOWS: ROANE'S P.O.V.

You stare at your sister, knowing that she sees right through you. She slams her hands against the window, her rage taking over once more. You're a complicated family, the two of you, though no one really understands what that means.

You hold on to Y/N's bed. Your legs are hurting; your feet are killing you as if you have worn high heels all day. Your vision becomes filled with black spots. You know what is about to happen, you know you're probably not going to make it out of this room. But at least she is.

'We,' you begin your sentence, trying to let everyone you did it, they did it. The air is being released from your lungs; a lack of oxygen pushes you to inhale deeply, before you could even say your three last words.

'We did,' you feel how blood is pushing its way towards your mouth; you know what is bound to happen. You cough, making sure to not release the crimson red. You cover your mouth with your left hand, while your right hand makes sure to remain standing.

'We did it,' you smile. You step aside, revealing Y/N, lying in her hospital bed, wide awake. She stares at the window, seeing everyone she cares about, everyone she loves. Her eyes grow wide, and she doesn't even notice your condition. You are happy she doesn't, it would break her just mended heart. And you tried so much to make sure it wouldn't be shattered.

After you've said those words, you give your earpiece over to Y/N, pushing it gently in her ear. She is now able to be understood, able to be heard. Your words don't matter anymore; you've said everything you wanted to. Your best friend is now more important.

'Hay Sean,' she says, trying to stand. You know she's too weak, you know she will fall if she tries. And you'll be there to catch her; you have always been there to catch her. And you know there will be a time that you won't be there anymore. Yet that doesn't mean you're going to watch her fall, that doesn't mean you can't catch her anymore.

You see how all the doctors stare at you in disbelieve. They have yet to realize that it worked. They have made this mystery a simple illness. It is easy to cure now, not even as hard as you think it would be. If someone would be bound to have it, it would be a piece of cake to cure. Until everyone with that illness dies, and the next person is born without a "doppelganger". But you know you won't live that long.

You gently lay her right arm over your shoulders, picking her up from her bed. She looks around in disbelieve, not knowing what to do. This is all so much for her to take in. You don't tell her what happened to you, not yet. She has to be happy, smile, and you know she wouldn't be able to do that if she knew.

You help her to the door, opening it for the lady you hold so dear. Her powerless hand rests on the doorknob; she is too weak to open it herself. But you know she will recover, you know she's going to be alright. After everything you've tried, she has to.

You whisper something in her ear, knowing you can't be the one escorting her all the way to her boyfriend. You know there is a possibility that you might infect someone, and that's not something you want to happen.

'The illness can't spread through the air, so I request help from Doctor Smith to get you out of here, and check every inch of you. He will guide you to room 95,' you tell her. You know room 95 is at the very opposite side of this building. It is the best for her, then she can't hear your screams, she can't see the infection spreading through you. You know it's not fair, but it's the best for her.

Doctor Smith speeds towards the door. You've always licked that man. He is a bit younger than you are. He has a lovely wife, and an amazing talent in helping people. Sometimes, you told him that, when having lunch with him. You were friends, though you never really did anything outside work. He is the only one who understands how hard that can be for you.

'You're not going to die, Murphy. Don't you dare,' he says with his eyes fixated at you. You see how he helps Y/N get away from you, before your vision becomes nothing more than a blur. You don't panic; you know that won't lead to anything, though your brain tells you to scream, to lose control.

'ROANE!' you hear your little sister say. You turn your head towards the way you thought the window was. You lock the door, your hands turning the iron lock. No one is allowed to come in. No one is allowed to get infected. You swore to her, that you would keep her save, above everything and everyone. You promised to your parents to keep your family out of danger.

'SOMEBODY GIVE HIM A MICROPHONE!' she screams. Tears stream down her face, as Addison barks at her side. Even the dog knows his owner is about to leave her, and you know how sad Addison will be if you let her alone. But she has Rori, they have each other. Besides, Rori has her boyfriend.

'You said you weren't going to do anything stupid,' her voice comes through the speakers, breakable, soft. You feel how the blood is leaving your stomach and entering your gullet. You can't keep the blood from leaving you, it is talking too much of your energy.

You stare at Rori, seeing her as an orange dot in between green, blond and brown. You open your mouth to scream something, tell her to turn around. She doesn't have to see this; it would only give her nightmares. And you don't want to take away the only calming moment she has.

'LOOK AWAY!' You demand, knowing your sister has heard you. She turns around and you let the illness take over, you give up, knowing that if you keep fighting it will only hurt you more. You smile at her shade, feeling the crimson red spill over your lips, running down your chin.

You cough every inch of blood out of your stomach; you know if you will continue coughing it means there is blood in at least one of your lungs. You turn away from your family, hoping that she hasn't seen what happened.

You feel how your knees collide with the tiles, your body goes limp and you fall into your own pool of blood. You scream as a horrid pain fills your veins. Your voice cracks, echoes through the building. You scream harder and harder. But you know you can't scream all day.

You drag yourself towards the wall, leaning your limp spine against it. You sigh, knowing that death is near, seeing the little devil in the corner of the room, smiling at you, waiting for you to breathe your last breath.

You stare at the window, your vision now nothing more than darkness; you can already feel the Grim Reaper's hand on your shoulder, asking you politely if you would follow him to death. But there is still a slim change that you'll get out of this, alive.

'Roane, there-there is a cure and y-you know it,' you hear Rori say through the speakers. You know she is just as smart as you, and she knows the consequences, and she is willing to take them, but you're not.

'Mark,' you say before you cough again. You feel how your heartbeat slows down, how the blood is leaving your body. You know it won't take long for you to bleed out, you know it won't take long for you to follow the Grim Reaper into death.

'Roane look at me! Mark is stable enough, if we give him the cure while we take his blood he won't even notice,' she says. She knows that Mark is going to be in a critical situation. He has already lost too much blood, he can't lose any more.

You open your eyes and look at any direction, though your vision is just as black as it would be if you would have kept your eyes closed. You know there is a change that you're going to survive, but your cells are weak, it will only take a few minutes for your death to arrive and in that period they wouldn't be here with the cure.

'You know it is possible Roane. You know it! Just let me try,' Rori says and you smile at the voice of your little sis. You care about her, and you can't imagine a world without her, but the least you can do is make sure she doesn't have to live in a world without you. So when you slowly nod, you feel how she says two words before your consciousness slips away.

'Thank you.'

You know that Rori is never going to forgive her if it goes wrong. You know it, but you know she is going to try no matter the consequences. She's a Murphy after all, and a Murphy does everything in his or her power to save the people most close to them.

Your head turns to the side; your body goes even limper than it already was. Your breath slows down, your heartbeat is weak, and you know if Rori isn't going to be quick, she will be too late.