Let me in (Jacksepticeye x Introvert!Reader)

Chapter 8

But before I could even get two inches forward she points straight up and whispers.

"Oh my gosh, Jack, there's a ufo"
Gosh dang it why did I look up?
I hear her giggling beneath me, once again.

"Gottcha bish" She 'cussed'.
I pout, but then quickly stand up and run towards her backpack at the top of the hill.

"Theaving!" I shout.

Your Pov~~

Theaving? Theave. Theif. Theifs steal. Stealing. He's gunna run off with my bag!

I boost myself up and get dizzy in the process. I can't seem to stand.

I fall to my knees and clutch my stomach tightly. When was the last time I ate!?

All I've had for the last three days was water, that cookie and that drink this morning.

I feel like someone cracked a hole in a damn and raining season caused a flash flood.

I can't hold it in anymore, throwing up all over the grass as my stomach empties itself.

It's not like this hasn't happened before. I always forget to feed myself when I'm too distracted writing a new chapter. I spew every now and again, small meals, or else big ones make me (hurling noise).

I've seen the doctor about it but I'm somehow, not anorexia nervosa. An eating disorder causing people to obsess about weight and what they eat.

I'll eat anything if I remember.

I throw up again.

Jacks Pov~~

I run up the hill in excitement of a chase. I scoop up all her things and shove them back in. Grabbing the small metalic zips on either side and lift the bag so it zips up.

I swing it over my shoulder and turn to see (Y/n) kneeling over a puddle in the grass?

Then she made more water go into the puddle. Of wait she's throwin' up. OH GOD SHE'S THROWIN' UP!

I run down the hill and manage to trip and roll down the last parts. I get up on my knees and 'walk' over to her. I pull her (h/l) hair from her face so it wouldn't (get spew on it/ annoy her).

I hold it back as I gently draw shapes into the back of her (hoodie/jumper). She falls back onto her butt and scoots away from me and her mess. She gagged but put her hand infront of her mouth to stop herself.

I hope she's okay. I have to help her.

Your Pov~~

I just threw up infront of Jack. He probably thinks I'm super ewwy now.

I gagg but cover my mouth. Nothing comes up, but that's the problem. There's nothing left.

I look at Jack. I can't really make out his facial expressions but I can only guess that it's a deep cringe of pure disgust.

I brush my hair from my face and wipe my mouth with my sleeve. I'll wash it later. It's already sat in an alleyway, walked through a crowd of people, rolled down a hill and been sat on. What's a little vomit gunna do?

I stand. Somehow. And stager over to Jack. God, I feel like I'm going to pass out.

Then the world goes on an angle. I struggle to hold myself in place as gravity pulls me towards the soft grass.
But I don't land on it. Before I could tell what it was, my eyelids dropped.

Jacks Pov~~

Good thing I caught her before she hit the floor. She could have gotten hurt.

Now what do I do?