Alternate Universes

✔ Part 26 ✔

Jack paced up and down the hall beside Anti's room, the doctors and Logan still in there and helping Anti out, not allowing anyone in just yet until the demon calmed down.

It had been at least an hour and a half and Jack had been in the hallway for an hour of that time, just waiting to be able to see if Anti was okay.

Everyone else was waiting in either the living room or the kitchen, trying to start a conversation to take their minds off of the situation.

Everyone had tried to get Jack to come with them and stop pacing. To talk about something to get his mind off of the stress, but no one was successful.

"C'mon, Jack," Thomas said, Mark by his side as they checked up on their friend. "Worrying like this isn't healthy."

"Yea, man," Mark joined in, both him and Thomas having a worried expression painted on their faces. "We can talk about it? Maybe that'll stop some of the worrying?"

"No," Jack spoke, turning around the face the two, not pacing anymore. "I need to be the first person to see if he's okay."

"Then, how about we stay with you?" Thomas asked, nodding his head towards Mark when he said that.

"It's fine, you don't have to--" Jack started getting cut off by Mark saying, "Well, too bad. We're staying so you don't drive yourself insane with all of these thoughts."

Jack sighed in defeat, smiling slightly, "Thanks, guys."

"It's no problem," Thomas smiled back, rubbing his friend's shoulder in comfort. "You're our friend and friends care about each other."

The three smiled, beginning to talk a little and then getting into a full conversation, Jack completely forgetting about who was in the room beside them as they laughed about a joke that was said.

After around ten minutes into the conversation, the door behind Jack opened causing the three YouTubers to jump, Jack abruptly turning around, his worry flooding back into his mind as Dr Iplier stood in the doorway.

"Is he okay?" Jack then asked, looking at the Iplier standing in front of him as he shifted his weight between his two feet.

"He-"

"I svear to god if you say he is dying I vill slap you!" Henrik cut him off, the Iplier rolling his eyes.

"I was going to say he is fine now and they can come in," Dr Iplier responded. "But since you said that I'm telling them that they can't come in until tomorrow."

"Just let them in," Logan ordered, the doctor outside of the room sighing before nodding towards the room, signalling for them to go on in as he ventured around the house to tell the others.

"Thank god," Jack said under his breath, quickly walking into the room, spotting Anti in an instant and going over to him, standing at the side of his bed, Anti just looking at him, not speaking. "Why is he not talking? He would usually say something by now."

"He can't," Logan clarified, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "That's just what happens."

"Because of whatever the demon put in him?" Jack asked, watching as the doctors nodded before he looked back at Anti just to see him glaring at his creator. "Why are you glaring at me?"

Anti opened his mouth before scowling, remembering how he couldn't talk for a little while. The liquid that had been sent into his system did something to his body. He can't even move his legs anymore. The doctors found out this was only temporary, so he would be back to normal within three days or so.

'I'm glaring because I can't do anything,' Anti signed, flopping his hands down on the bed beside him.

"Oh. .," Jack trailed off, a bunch of footsteps sounding from the hallway behind him.