Jack's P.O.V.

I know I used this song last chapter too but that was one of my many mistakes so he song up above is for this chapter!!!

'Why do girls always go to the bathroom TOGETHER?' Felix says, trying to get some humour into the silence. But his plan fails horribly, bringing only more unspoken words into the circle of friends.

'Felix, please,' Marzia says making her boyfriend shut up. And as the Swede locks his lips the voice in your head has found the key to unlock his. And before you can stop him another torture has fallen upon you.

She is having a mental break down in the toilets.

You close your eyes in pain and crush the living hell out of your chair. But no one gives you any attention, only caring about the fear clenching them so tightly they are unable to step out of it.

'How could you know?' you whisper softly, assuming that this is the only way you are able to communicate with the anxiety in your mind. And as your gritted teeth spit out your questions, a very bad answer is served back.

I just know that if she takes more than 2 minutes in the toilets you need to go find her.

You cringe, as the sentence echoes through your mind and pull the strings of pain that make you twitch without anyone seeing you. You don't want them to know you are going crazy; there is already too much going on.

'Maybe she is on her period,' you say out loud, harder than you wanted to. And as your sentence leaves your mouth you immediately get a glare from Marzia, who almost looks more defensive than confused.

No.

'Who's on her period?' Felix asks before looking at his girlfriend who gives him a disapproving glance back. And as you snap back into reality again, you find your friends starring at you like you are a mad man.

'F/N, why would she otherwise just walk away?' you respond, getting your thoughts out of there and hoping to get a solid advice from Marzia as she is the only lady in the company of four man.

'She is not on her period,' Marzia announces, having this certain edge in her voice telling you to not ask any questions about it. The Italian assures you from what you were afraid of: the voice was right. Something bad is going on with F/N.

'Fuck,' you say before jumping up, making yourself ready to leave. No one stops you, too surprised by your sudden concern about F/N. You walk away, searching for the closest woman's toilet.

Your eyes fly all over the hospital and when you finally find the small board with that strange woman figure on it you open the door, your hands pushing against the wooden thing so it opens and shows you a room full of sadness.

F/N sits against the wall, crying, shaking, and a complete mess to be exactly. You rush over to her as her sobs fill the room, holding her tight in an embrace you pull her in, not giving her a single change to back away.

She looks at you as you hug her tighter, her tears are making your suit wet but you don't care. And as her crying becomes louder and more filled with pain, she holds you closer, rapping her arms around your waist.

'I can't take it anymore Jack. It is all so much for me to handle. And now that I'm all alone I'm afraid that I...' she cries harder and harder, her voice filling up the void between you. And as she stops shaking you show her she isn't alone.

'Hey, you're not alone. You've got me and all the other guys out there. And we are going to get you through this,' you say after you have let her gone from your hug so the words can sink in a bit better.

Her swollen eyes look at you before she tells you how she feels about it, and when her soft voice rolls down her lips you feel how another brick is added to your collection, making it harder to breathe.

'I feel guilty for not being there. I should've at least done something but I didn't,' she sobs without stopping and you don't hesitate to hug her again, as she looks like she needs a thousand more hugs than anyone (even you) could ever give to her.

'You shouldn't blame yourself. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Because I just watched her almost die and did nothing. So please don't hate yourself, you could spent that energy for more important things,' you whisper softly.

'Do you really think that Y/N infected Mark?' she asks with her voice shaking and trembling, being everything but steady. And as her body follows her timbre you hold her tighter, forcing her body to stop.

Yes.

'No.'

You lie straight into her face, as you don't want to let her know your thoughts, afraid it might pull her into the black void with you. And you don't want anyone to get lost; they need to stay sane to be able to help your love. Saving you is the least important thing they should do.

'I can't live without ONE of them, imagine me without them BOTH,' she says softly as she now hugs you tight too. Her head collides with your chest and your heartbeat fills her ears like a constant drum.

You don't answer her question yet you chose to not ignore it either. And as you realize that the two of you are both doomed without them, you help her up from the wall she has laid her back against.

'We should get back, they are all worrying about you,' you whisper and wrap her arm around your neck so you can "carry" her outside the bathroom, not caring about anyone seeing you together likes this. All you can think of is her safety, which comes above all.

'Could this be our secret Jack?' she asks you and you look into her eyes. You realize the burden of another secret and know it will maybe be enough to drag you down further, so you say what's on your mind, watching her face fill up with sadness.

'I can't take another secret,' you whisper and help her out, kicking your feet against the door so it opens before the two of you get out of the mostly white room. She sighs, responding to your sentence with only two words that changed everything.

'Me neither.'

You make your way down the hallway, take another route hoping you will come past the quarantine and maybe even past Y/N and hold your friend close, not wanting her to have another breakdown.

As you pass down some hallways, you find your own reflection in the glass of a room that only contains one person. Your blue and sleepy eyes stare at you and try to cover up the body in the room.

Y/N is laid in a white bed with white sheets that are covered in red dots which didn't come there in purpose. And as her beautiful H/C hair flows around her pale face, speakers in the hallway play a song that makes tears run down your cheeks.

You're not her, though I try to see you differently, Y/N is nothing like other girls. Not only is she constantly ill, but she is constantly that rain of sunshine everyone needs in their lives. And she cares so much about others, about everything.

I saw your eyes, and then I saw her staring back at me all the perfect girl you had dreamed of when you were a kid. Everything you wanted was exactly her, punched into one body and with great consequences.

The voice of the redhead filled your ears and when the tears fell down your cheeks like a waterfall, you quickly whipped them away. You look at your friend and see her cheeks covered in tears, the same with her hands and sleeves.

'I'm sorry,' you whisper before rubbing your eyes before the song ends. And as it does, the best friend of the victim responds, having a small smile on her face, her voice soft and calming.

'It's okay, I'm crying a lot more,' she chuckles and you chuckle back, before another song fills the room. You give her a small smile before the two of you walk away, crying softly but not wanting to disturb the silence from the other people.

Yet before you can go around the corner you hear a voice say: 'Wait! There is something important I need to tell you, it's about Y/N's health.' And with those words you turn around to be greeted by the ginger on the other side of the hallway, a sad glow in his eyes, yet a completely blank face, not letting the feelings in.

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