My New Family (Creepypasta X Reader)

Chapter 7: Jack Nayras (Eyeless Jack) [Part 2]

"No, let me talk to the girl, Ryan. I swear, I'm fine." 

"Susan, your partner was just killed, and you were stabbed in the neck. As miraculous as it is that you survived that, emotionally and physically, I can't let you see her, let alone talk to her." 

I opened my eyes. My throat was scratchy, and I attempted to call out to Jeff, to no avail. Nothing but hoarse, pathetic squeaks came out of my throat. "Je-e-f," I squeaked, and then I started coughing, racking my chest with convulsions. My mouth was insanely dry, and I smacked my lips as I suspiciously looked around the brightly lit room. I spotted two figures in the corner. One was in a wheelchair. I knew who it was. It was that damned cop, Susan. I stabbed that bitch in the neck and she still wasn't dead. I squinted at the white lights reflecting off of the clean white floors and walls. I looked down to see an IV connected to my left arm. I started trying to pull it out, but the heart monitor I was connected to started beeping noisily, as I was nervous about being in the same room as Susan. They both turned to look at me. 

"Well, look who's awake," Susan said softly. She wheeled over to me, ignoring Ryan's protests. "They found Eyeless Jack strangling you and your, um, brother. So they brought you here, to a hospital." 

I started to try and speak, but she shushed me. "Don't try and speak, sweetie. It'll strain your voice even more." 

"You shouldn't be talking either, Susan," the other cop, Ryan said bitterly. 

"It's fine, Ryan. She missed my vocal chords," Susan replied. She turned back to me, her green eyes stern. "However, we need to have a talk." 

"Where's Jeff?" I whispered. My voice sounded rough and scratchy. I coughed again, and then cleared my throat. 

"He's safe," Susan reassured me. She hesitantly put her hand on my shoulder, for comfort, presumably. I yanked my shoulder out of her grasp, and glared at her harshly. 

"That's not what I asked," I spat. I wrestled myself into a sitting position, and scooted as far away from Susan as possible, which was the other end of the narrow hospital bed. "Where is he?" 

Susan sighed. "He's in the room next door," she said. Her eyes were sad as I attempted to climb out of the bed. 

"Listen, (Y/N)--" she began, but I looked back at her. 

"How do you know my name?," I asked. 

"We've been investigating you ever since you went missing when you were six," Susan said, clasping her tanned hands together. Her brow furrowed. "I'm glad we've finally found you. Now we can begin your road to recovery." 

I swear to god, there was an ironic anime sweat drop on my forehead as I stared at her, dumbfounded. 

"That's not happening," I grumbled. I successfully made it out of the bed, and fell to the floor, as my feet were unsteady. I was in a flimsy hospital gown, and barefoot. "Where are my clothes?" 

"They were blood splattered, so we took them away," Susan said. 

She seemed to be answering all of my questions honestly and calmly, and it was pissing me off. 

I started towards the door, and Susan just followed me. "Go away," I snapped at her, and attempted to kick her wheelchair over, but since I was injured and woozy, she easily wheeled out of the way. 

"Either I come with you to see Jeff, or you don't see him at all," she said simply. 

I pushed open the heavy wooden door, and entered the next room, where Jeff sat in his bed, strapped down. His eyes were wild and afraid, and he had scratches raked up and down his arms. I cleared my throat, and spoke somewhat normally. "Jeff, what the fuck."