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

That's All That Matters To You

RORI'S P.O.V.! NOT ROANE BIT HIS LITTLE SIS RORI

(That picture could easily be me haha, but it's Addison)

'Thank you,' you say before you step away from the microphone and stare at your brother from less far away. His head is now leaning to his side, and you know he has lost consciousness. You have to be quick; otherwise he might never wake up.

You run, searching for room 95. You thought no one was brave enough to follow you, but when you look behind your back you notice two men. You don't know the blond one, and you don't really care. But you do know the green haired Irishman. He's Y/N's boyfriend.

You don't want them to follow you; more people will cause you to move slower. You can't lose any second of your time. Yet you also don't have the time to argue with them that they need to go back, so you let them follow you.

You run faster and faster, keeping an eye on Addison who has ran towards the room already. She has been here multiple times, on occasions like terminal ill children that wanted to have a dog for a day, or for old people that needed someone to talk to. Or just so the people knew there was someone protecting them.

And when the doctors noticed how much it helped the patients, they didn't start an argument. Officially dogs or any other animals are not allowed really, but there was a difference between Addison and other dogs. And everyone saw that the change of allowing a dog was for the better.

Addison is raised by a vet, she knows exactly how she has to behave, and she understands she has to be calm yet also stand up for her owner. She is calm, and sweet, but when you let her inside for too long, she can become a little ball of energy. So far as she has stayed in the hospital, no one has ever complained.

The German Sheppard runs faster, her legs bringing her speed to the point that she is completely exhausted. You soon catch up with her, not really thinking about the two men that so desperately wanted to follow.

You reach room 80; your eyes scan every door searching for number 95. It has to be close. When you see how Addison starts to barf, you know she has found the right door. You don't even care about knocking; instead you open the door with force, making the wood collide with the wall.

'Smith, the cure,' you say, you don't even give him time to ask why you're here. But you know he understands, though he might not know it, Roane cares about him. When he had a bad day he used to talk about how Smith cheered him up, and how he was one of the few people that understood him.

'Desk,' he says, continuing to help the woman that just got out of her coma. You know her too, though you didn't have to change to completely understand her. Her e/c eyes look at you in concern, not realizing that she is the fault to what may be the death of your older brother.

'How high is or chance to succeed?' you ask, starring at her bloody h/c hair. Smith stares at you, sadness filling his eyes though not the rest of his face. He isn't allowed to cause any distress, and you know it.

'I'd guess about 30%. His cells are very weak since his lack of sleep and because of his-' you cut him off. You know what he means. The cells of redheaded people are less strong; they are easily infected by diseases. That's why there aren't that much redheads. And in thousands of years there won't be any blond persons anymore, as their cells are a bit weaker than those of a brunette.

'I get it. Our chances are low,' you say, than you grab the syringe with the cure, carefully yet fast as you don't want to break it. You have already wasted enough time here, now you just have to get back to Mark.

You look at your watch, knowing that if you aren't going to run super fast you will be too late. Your heart beats so loud you can't even hear your own breathing. Your mind is commanding you to stop, yet your feet won't listen and again, you rush through the entire hospital.

You see that Seán and the blond have finally caught up with you. You pass them with ease as they search for room 95, not knowing you've already been there. You run further, noticing how they turn around and follow you again. They really don't know when to stop do they?

You run through the white hallways, pass ill and dying people, and before you know you almost collide with a white door that keeps you from entering the intensive care. You feel how your forehead hits the door and you cringe.

You always have been clumsy, always been the one to fall or stumble, or to be somewhere at the wrong time at exactly the wrong place. You've gotten used to your bad luck, and most of the time it has a pretty decent timing, yet today everything is different.

You open the door furiously; making it hit the wall with a big "thumb" coming from the place where one material banged against the other. You stare around, Addison has immediately started to search for the only one who can cure your brother, and you search for the man too.

You see him laying there, his dirty hair colliding with the white pillow, his pale skin resting on his stomach. His eyes are closed, his breathing slow, but his heart is still beating, and that's all that matters to you.

You run to the poor person, searching for anything that you could use as a syringe. As you search on the little desk and the drawers, you notice the little shining thing just lying on the desk from the people that guard the sick.

You snatch it away, not caring that you are doing something that isn't allowed. You stare at the clock again, realizing that you have to be quick with this one. Suddenly, a soft breeze hits you from behind and the two men have reached your side. They are the only good things that happened today, as you do need their help.

You slowly let the needle penetrate the YouTuber's arm, laying the syringe to rest on his own limb. You stand on the right side of the body, as you make sure the empty bottle is injected into his veins. You know you can't do this alone, and you're not even going to try. Not this time.

'Seán, I need you to inject Y/N's blood into Mark, but slowly. And blond, I need you to watch Mark's heartbeat,' you command, making sure you have a good hold of the thing that is going to contain the cure, the one thing capable of saving your older brother.

'Come on don't look at me like I'm some sort of dragon that just shit an egg!' You say, noticing how they stare at you as if you have just gone completely mad. 'When I say now, you're gonna do your thing, okay Seán?' you say as you see how he hesitantly picks op the syringe. His hands aren't steady; you know that with one wrong move he could make everything go to dust.

'Your hands are shaking. Seán, you switch places with blond,' you say, as you don't care how the guy is called. You don't have time for this, they know it, but they don't love Roane like you do. He is your family, your only family. If he dies, they will be sad for a few weeks but they'll get over it. You on the other hand will never be the same without Roane.

'Now,' you say, and you drain Mark from his blood while on the other side of the bed Felix makes sure that he doesn't have to miss it for too long. You fill the syringe, seeing how the crimson red is being held by the glass.

But you are going to be late. You know it. You have wasted too much time with Seán; you should have just let him do it. Or you should have run faster, or avoided the talk with Smith. You should've just run like your life depended on it.

'Addison, come here!' you say, seeing how the German Sheppard comes your way directly after you've called her name. You have an idea, and it may work, it is the only thing that could work. You stare into her brown eyes, hoping to get your message across.

'Open,' you say, one of your fingers raised in the air. Addison opens her mouth, revealing a healthy set of teeth and a tong. You place the syringe in her mouth, trusting your dog more than anyone else.

'Careful,' you tell her, her big brown eyes staring at you. She knows what she has to do, even without you telling her. She has done this before, with her teddy bear, all her other toys, with pillows, blankets, clothing, everything.

'Give to Roane. Fast,'you let her know, and the energetic dog runs off, going to her owner as fast asshe can. You watch her go; turn around to make sure Mark is alright before thankingthe two men that helped you. You run away again, searching for your brother,alive.