Felix's boy

Chapter fourteen

(I forgot to apologize because I used google translate for all the stuff Jack and Felix said in Irish and Swedish. I don't want anyone upset because I said something wrong.)

Jacks POV

I lay in bed a couple weeks after my sleepover with Mark and Felix. When though the two of them don't naturally get along, I was quite impressed that the both of them could put all that aside for the night. Unfortunately, it didn't last. They still fight and argue, mostly about me. Occasionally they fight about other stuff, but it's mostly about me.

I hear my phone ring, and without hesitating, I pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Seán."

The voice that replies makes my stomach lurch. No no no no no, not again, not now. Please, not again.

"Seán, it's quite rude for you to ignore me."

I throw the phone across the room, hearing the screen shatter. I don't bother even looking at it. My heart begins to speed up, my breath sucking in but not getting any air. I scream, but I don't hear any sound coming out of my mouth. I feel like I'm choking.

My aunt storms into the room, worry on her face. I feel tears surface on my cheeks.

"Jack? Jack, what is it? What's wrong?" She asks, but I can't answer. I open my mouth to speak and cough on the words. There's a lurching pain in my stomach and I feel like I'm going to throw up. My aunt asks me something, but I can't comprehend anything other than the fact that it's the question.

I run out of the room, into the bathroom and lean over the toilet, emptying my already empty stomach into the toilet. The colour is far too red, and I know it's from not eating that day.

My aunt follows me into the bathroom, gasping at the sight. She fumbles, but I don't bother to look up to see why.

"911, my nephew is throwing up blood."

...

I wake up, gasping for air in a clean white room. A machine beeps beside me, making my head turn quickly. It's a heart monitor, and it's beeping is loud and fast.

A nurse rushes into the room.

"What's the problem, Mr McLoughlin?" He asks, worriedly staring at me. I look at him with widened, confused eyes. My lip quivers gently. He walks over to me, reaching out for my hand. I pull away reflexively, and the nurse gives me a sorrow filled look.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just checking your pulse." He reaches out again, and this time I allow him to take my wrist. "You need to lower your heart rate. Calm down."

I blink hard, looking back down at my lap.

"Do you feel any pain?" He asks, releasing my hand. I hold that wrist firmly with my other hand. Surprisingly, someone checking your pulse is extremely unpleasant. "Headache? Migraine? Pains in the abs or heart?"

I shake my head slowly, trying to think back to why I'm here. My last memory is trying to fall asleep on a Wednesday night. I couldn't sleep, but I don't know why. I got a phone call...

Oh...

"No pain at all?" The nurse cuts through my thoughts. I look up, checking the name tag to make me feel like I'm not talking to a complete stranger.

Ryan Terry.

He doesn't seem very old. He has brown hair and light blue eyes, filled with care. I've met nurses before, and none of them have given me a look that told me they truly cared about my wellbeing.

"Do we know each other?" I ask quietly. Ryan shakes his head.

"No. Why would you think that?"

"You just... you seem to give a crap about me."

Ryan let's himself laugh. "That's because I do. You, Mr McLouglin, have come to me for a reason I was never prepared for."

"Call me Jack. I hate my last name anyway."

"Being followed by your family name is a burden, isn't it?"

I chuckle. I'm being followed by more things than a name, I think, but I keep my mouth shut.

"Jack, is there anyone you care about?" Ryan asks out of no where. Immediately, Felix and Mark pop into my head. I care about my aunt, but not nearly as strongly as I care about those two idiots.

"Yes."

"Do you think they're here?"

I sigh, turning to look out the window sadly. "I hope not."

"Why?"

"Because after all of this, they'll need more than an explanation."

(Really quickly, I'm also adding that I don't watch Cry so I don't know enough about him to form a perfect character like him. Instead, I'll be winging it like every school project I've ever had to present.

Hope I didn't crush your souls with this chapter. See you in the next one. *waves*)