Jacksepticeye X Depressed Reader

~~Chapter 15~~

You were pretty sure he went over the speed limit trying to get me to the hospital. "Jack..I'm fine...really.." it came out weak and breathy but you were sure he heard you by the way he slightly sped up.

"No, y/n..you're not okay." he stated bluntly, resting his hand on mine comfortingly.

Suddenly, another flash of light and Jack was sitting across from you in a fancy restaurant. His hand was rested on yours the exact same way. He had a content smile on his face and love in his eyes. Sadly, the memory went as quickly as it came.

A screeching halt made you bounce forward in your seat. Jack started apologizing repeatedly until he helped you out of the car. "One foot in front of the other..that's it.." He took you up to reception and told the woman there what happened.

You zoned out during the conversation, but you felt yourself being moved to an uncomfortable chair. His hand was still rubbing your back soothingly.

You don't know how long you were there, but in an instant, Jack was standing up and a nurse was in front of you, helping you to a room.

(at this point, some of this/all of this maybe is on my phone in my bed in the middle of the night so some things may be bad)

    Once in a room, the nurse left to tell a doctor. The room didn't have a hospital bed, but a covered chair you would find in your local family doctor's room. There were also two chairs off to the side for the non patients. A small counter with a sink was across from the chair you were sitting on.

    You felt yourself shaking, and even though it probably wasn't from coldness, you started rubbing your arms to make heat. You were slowly rocking back and forth.

    You heard Jack get up, but didn't look up. Something warm was placed around you shoulders. Looking back, it turned out to be his grey jacket.

    Not being able to produce words, you smiled in thank you while pulling it around you more. He smiled back and went to sit back down.

    Minutes later, a tall female doctor came in carrying her clip board.

    "Hello, miss, my name is Dr. Taylor, what's your name?" she had a very high pitched voice, but not to the point of being squeaky and annoying.

    I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out, only scratchy whimpers.

    "Her name's Y/n L/n." Jack spoke up for you. You turned to him and smiled, a weak one, but a smile nonetheless.

    "So I guess you'll be her voice today mister.." she waited for his name.

    "Sean McLoughlin, but please call me Jack." he reached out to shake her hand.

    "So, Jack, what happened here?" She moved to some check up tools on the wall, "I'm just going to preform a small check up, but feel free to tell me in your own time." She was so nice, admirable.

    As she looked into your ears and eyes Jack started explaining.

    "After we ate dinner, she hurried to the bathroom and a little while after I heard this horrible puking noise," he made a face just thinking about it, making you feel guilty, "I went up to see if everything was alright and I found her leaning against the wall holding her stomach."

    Dr. Taylor hummed in acknowledgment and looked in your throat. She hummed again but didn't mention anything yet. "I'm assuming she was very pale, as she still is now."

    "Yeah, sickeningly pale." He had a face of concern.

    She moved to get a heartbeat rate, but paused suddenly after moving up your stomach. "Sorry to intrude, but would you mind lifting your shirt up a bit?" She saw your faked confusion, "Not much, just bra line really."

    You looked over to Jack in fear but tried to play it off as embarrassment.

    "I could have him step out if you would feel more comfortable." she offered. You nodded and he stepped out into the hallway.

    You lifted your shirt up a bit and she looked shocked as if she weren't expecting to see actual bones.

    "Are you by chance anorexic?" she had a soft tone that made you feel safe almost. You nodded slowly, wiping a stray tear.

    "Was this all caused by purging?" You nodded again. "Would you like me to tell Jack or not?"

    What would he think of me? He would probably leave me, I know it. Might as well tell him, just rio the bandaid off quickly.
   
    You nodded hesitantly, quickly covering yourself again. "I can do it while you're in the waiting room if that's better?" You nodded.

    "Also, there are two types of medicine I could prescribe if you want to know about them."

    You tried speaking and actually succeeded. It sounded like normal speaking but a bit raspier. "Sure."

    "One is called Megestrol and it is used for increasing your appetite, hence helping you gain more weight." She paused so you could understand. "The other is just a liquid for that sore throat that you jacked up with your nails." She smiled, trying to lighten to mood. You smiled a little but it quickly faded.

    "I could try them." Your throat was sore, but you could still talk.

    She began writing on a slip of paper. "You can just pick them up at any convenient drug store, handing them this." She gave you a pink slip of paper with her initial and the medicines on it.

    "Thank you." you put the paper in your, or technically Jack's jacket pocket.

    "Now if you would like, you can go and wait in the waiting room while I get Jack in here." She rubbed your back comfortingly as you walked out.

    Jack looked at you, curious, before walking back into the room.

    He's gonna hate me. I'm not as beautiful as other girls. I'm worthless good for nothing an abomination I shouldn't even be here I should just kill myself. Fuck me.

Wow what is this? consistent uploading???? nani the fuck how did this happen