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

All We Have Left

YOUR P.O.V.!!! I REPEAT: YOUR P.O.V.!

While Matthias is comforting Jack, F/n vanishes into your arms. She cries, a lot. You hug her tight, as you understand you have to be there for here more than ever. She needs you, she has gone through hell before, and she can't do it again without someone to find her whenever she gets lost.

As the torturing noise of your dying friend stops, you feel how your breath leaves your lungs. You hope so dearly that Roane was able to save your little Markimoo. On the moment the doctor's step away from Mark, you notice one person still making sure that this patient isn't going to die today.

As the ginger checks Marks blood, his breathing, his heart and everything else personally, he stares at you for a second. His hands aren't shaking; his skin hasn't changed to white. He looks just the same as earlier. He has witnessed people die in front of him, and found a way to deal with the lost. Something you envy, because you know you will always feel guilty for the days to come.

Mark continues breathing, like nothing happened. And as his chest moves up and down as it should, you feel relieved. You take the hand of your best friend, telling her without any words that it is going to be fine. That Mark will get better, and that nothing will change once he does.

The devil behind you keeps a list of all your lies, as he writes another one down, he decides to not see it as a lie as even he has hope for the YouTuber to get better and even he doesn't want another human to die. Maybe because he actually cares, or maybe just to please God and save another angle of his. However, you are grateful that he feels this generous today.

Your friend just got saved, he got brought back from the death, and all because of Roane (and of course other doctors). You see how Jack stares at his pale friend, than towards another one of his paper white palls. He is clinging Felix, as he in this way remains standing. His injuries are worse than they seem, but without being healed they could get pretty bad.

Your little lassie tries to draw this shield that will make him seem so strong. What he does not know is that his vulnerability is what makes him special and that the fact he is scared of little things makes him less frightened for the nightmares. He has not even a single clue about how beautiful he is.

You try to walk up to him, but his dull blue eyes ask you to stop. This must be really hard for him, seeing his friend in the hospital, again. Felix stares at you, and you step away as you have been told by your boyfriends own bodyguard. For some reason, Felix seems sober now. As if his dying friend made the alcohol disappear.

As his crystal eyes stare at you, you notice how Jack cringes softly, his side drowning in red. As his leg continues to bleed, he remains silent, thinking it is best that nobody knows that he is hurt. The only person he is trusting right now is Felix, which you find a surprising choice to make.

Your Jack closes his eyes for a second, opening them soon after. Your worried heart takes over and you step towards Jack, hugging him softly. Your boyfriend responds with a limp hand on your back, trying to make clear that he loves you.

You kiss him on his forehead, which is cold and yet sweaty at the same time. His eyes look whiter than normal, but he swallows the pain down as he is set on it to draw no attention to himself.

He looks up at you, giving you an opportunity to stare into his once so lovely eyes. He leans his head towards his love, a movement that takes up all of his energy. He practically falls on you, but you catch him. You will always catch him.

'I love you,' the Irishman says as he has troubles with standing on his own. You hold him tightly against your body, as you hold him up as best as you can. You try to say it back, actually meaning what you say, but Jack seems to lay his whole weight on you, leaving you unable to speak.