Your P.O.V.

'Y/N? Y/N!' your crush screams, but you find yourself unable to answer. You want to calm him down, say that everything is alright. The thing is; nothing is alright.

'Mango, mango,' you cough and you feel the strong arms belonging to Jack picking you up. He cries yet smiles to make feel better. It makes you feel worse.

Your little body falls to the ground, Jack let you fall. As you fall the 3 feet and 3 inches (1 meter) down, cringing you end up above the cold stones.

The blood, never wiped away, reminds you of what happened. You cannot lose yourself in memories for long as the camera's click and the girls scream.

Your hands shiver and bleed, al the fault of sharp stones. Jack tries to reach you but you push him away. You may vomit every moment now.

He cries and approaches you again. You retch and not a long time after that, your breakfast shows up again. The acid taste sticks in your mouth and you cough it away with blood.

All the girls have run away already, no one called 911. They where to scared to think about you, you do not blame them, you would be the fastest to rush away.

'Jack, get away from me!' you scream. You do not want him to come near for a couple of reasons:

1: You are scared that you infected Mark, so you do not want to infect Jack too

2: you know how filthy it is when someone vomits on you

3: you are scared when he touches you, he will let you fall again.

Jack looks at you, scared. The thing you feared most, making someone scared from yourself. That look breaks your heart in a thousand pieces. He is killing you, but he does not know yet.

You know -from years of experiences- that your "attack" will be over soon. Maybe in a couple of minutes, when it is a bad one: you need a few hours to recover.

The last time was bad enough, so God decides to make this a small thing. He gives you a bright shining sunshine right in the eyes and you are blinded by the light.

Jack runs up to you, he wraps his arms around you and helps you up but you struggle and he stops helping you up. You lie on the ground, staring at the peaceful sky.

The peace in the sky does not affect yourself and you scream in pain, cringing and coughing again. Jack wants to help you but he is unable to. He is not prepared for this.

Even F/N was not fully prepared and you love here for as long as you can remember. You cannot thank her enough for being so kind when you where ill, or never leaving you on the moments you visited the hospital again.

Your love tries to get his phone out of his pocket but he lets it fall, the Iphone lands on the ground next to you. He shivers too much to pick it up and he cries harder.

'Somebody call 911!' he screams and the people that did not rushed away obey his call for help. As you look around you do not see the people make a selfie, they all call de ambulance...

For you.

Jack holds your hand, he checks your pulse and tries to calm down. You know the ambulance cannot help you, maybe their oxygen mask or pain killer, but more than that they are useless.

Your pulse is rushing but gets weaker with the minute. Jack takes a few steps back, he is shocked and scared. You can read his face like an open book.

Especially sadness and worry are painted over him like over wallpaper, but regret and guilt are also little accessories to his look.

You feel like a monster, but you do not know why. Jack stands there like a mad man, staring at you like staring at a cute wounded puppy.

You feel a shiver run down your spine, Jack stops torturing you mentally and rushes back to you, slipping over the stones he scraps his trousers knees white.

He holds your hand again, immediately you feel better but not enough to stand up. The world is still spinning yet you are feeling a little bit healthier.

The ambulance rushes towards you, this time they do not care about the fact it is a crowded place you are lying in. The car stops -slipping- and the doctor's rush out of the back.

Jack is getting pushed away as the men surround you, you cough at them and they take some steps back. At the end they recognize you -the medical miracle- and decide it is best to give you some painkiller.

You see the big needle getting carried towards you; you shiver because you know that thing is going to be in your arm in a few seconds. You rasp your voice and try to say something.

'Let Sean do it,' you whisper and one of the younger doctors heard you. He stops the others from doing anything and looks at you with his grey eyes.

'Are you Sean?' he asks Jack and your future boyfriend nods silently. His pale skin gets some more tanned when he sees you smiling. He smiles back, shyly and awkward.

It is obvious the young doctor is in charge because no one stops him when he hands the morphine to your most loved one. At first Jack does not understand but after the young physician explains, Jack knows what to do.

Your love comes closer and the big needle is shivering in his shaking hands. He is afraid, anxiety jumps on his back and wants to never let go yet Jack pushes it away and exhales deeply.

At first Jack stars at the thing in total silence, then he remembers that the thing could save you from a lot of pain. You cough again and your suffering slaps him back to earth. He falls to his knees before bagging you to forgive him.

You will always forgive him, always.

You gasp before he injects that big needle into your left arm, you cringe in pain but the morphine does its job very quickly and after a couple of minutes you feel dim.

Like a teddy, stuffed up with cotton, making him cuddly and soft. You cannot move for your own and Jack is so scared he lets go of the needle when the thing is still in your arm. You do not feel the pain coming with it.

Yes you feel the iron getting pulled out your skin, but the pain that normally goes along is vanished. You could describe yourself as: "high" from all the drugs.

Jack is crying, just like you. He hugs you and you smile a little. He grabs you softly, pushing you against his warm body.

'Sorry sweetie,' you whisper and you feel him smile. He is probably happy you gave him a cute nickname. And he is glad you are "fine", or what your definition is of doing fine.

'It is okay, honey bun,' he whispers back and you laugh a little. You cannot laugh that hard because it will irritate you.

'You are going way over the line McLaughlin,' you smile and he pets your back. He hugs you and you let him, you feel better already.

Your breath comes back, your headache stops and you are thinking you can stand up with some help. You still have some stomach cramps but it'll have to do.

'I know,' Jack smiles. He helps you up and you shake on your feet. You try to stand on your own but you almost fall over. Jack catches you, saying the coming words: 'I will be there to protect you, if that means catching you whenever you fall I will be glad to do so.'

Your heart melts and you look into his beautiful blue eyes, drowning into the abyss that named itself: Love. Jack smiles at you and you smile back.

'So...' Jack smiles nervously. You do not know why he is nervous, but he is cute when he is. You wrap your arms around his neck and say the same thing.

'So...'

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