Jack's P.O.V.

While you lay on the bed, questions exploding in your head, you think about what Roane had just told you. There is a way to stop this all, but it can go wrong, and if it does, there is nothing left to rebuild again. If it goes wrong, she'll be gone.

Roane gives you a soft nod, hinting to you that you are allowed to sit up. You stretch your back, feeling the stitches in your skin. Your right hand runs through your hair, while the other one lies on your lab. Lost in your own thoughts, you stare at the blank wall.

'You can keep that,' Roane says, nodding at his suit. You shift uncomfortably, fixing your blue orbs at his green eyes. You have nothing else to wear, though this feels so weird. You are wearing something that isn't yours, yet what is drenched in your memories.

'T-thanks,' you mutter. You land your toes in the floor, biting away the soft pain. You can't complain really, you haven't felt any of the stitches. Every pain you felt was mental, and that hurts the most.

Roane wraps one of his arms around you, holding you up. You lay your right arm over his shoulders while the obviously taller man helps you out of the small, white room. Your eyes stare at the white bed, noticing how your blood has covered the white tiles and the white sheets.

You shake your head, not wanting to think about that right now. As the door closes behind you, you focus on your future path, promising yourself to not look back at the trail of red blood you've left when Roane first got you in this room.

'Could you help me get to Mark?' you ask, looking up at his pale face. He nods, not saying a single word. He must be completely terrified, so you think. But he is just the opposite. Though his face doesn't show any hint of emotion, you know he has them. Yet as a doctor, you have to be calm, your patients may never know that you're sad, or angry. They must always see you as this blank piece of paper.

While the two of you "walk" through the hospital walls, a question that has burned on your tongue finally slips out. You try to lock your lips but when the words hang in the air, you are relieved you've asked.

'Do you think that without the cure, Y/N will be okay?'

The surgeon looks at you in sympathy. His hair is messy; his eyes have big bags under them like he hasn't slept for days. He smells like coffee, but also like a wet dog and a lot of hospital drugs.

'No. She'll die sooner than later. Her heartbeat is slow and her lungs are filled with blood, making it hard for her to breathe. I'm sorry Jack, but that's the truth,' he says, now opening the doors of the intensive care.

Your eyes water, and yet you wipe the tears away. You don't know why though. These people have seen you cry before, and you have seen them cry too. It isn't because you are afraid to show your emotions, it's because you are afraid to realize the reason why you feel sad.

While your vision blurs with held back tears, you feel how you are set in a chair, your back hitting the plastic thing gently. You notice your hands are shaking, your breath is quickening and before you can hold it down, you let out one traitor tear.

Roane sits down next to you, his red hair nothing more than a blur in your eyes. He sighs, wanting to get the story of his shoulders, but he'd only be giving his bricks away to others, so they can carry it for him. And right then and there, he promises to be honest with them, like he has been from the start.

'There's a cure for Y/N's illness,' he stated and every eye in the room was fixed on him. F/N smiles in relieve, Marzia sighs, Matthias looks up from his lab and even Mark's heart monitor shows his heart beating a bit faster. Only Felix looks at the surgeon, knowing there will be a consequence.

'But?' the Swede asks. Roane looks at him; understanding that he already knows what was about to come before Roane had even said the words. Felix his blue eyes were fixed on the poor doctor, not leaving his glance alone for a single second. His voice sounded demanding, but you didn't care. You could understand why Felix was this worried about Y/N. You all were.

'We don't know if it will work properly. It could end up killing her as well as healing her.' The words filled the room, but there was no one that wanted to hear them. After that they had been told heaven was close, they got informed that hell was even closer.

'What- what is the c-cure?' F/N asked Roane. His green eyes looked at her in sadness, while still being followed by Felix. He wanted to answer her, but he didn't know if she understood. He was bad at this, talking about sensitive topics with other people. Most of the time the nurses did this for him, yet know he was left alone in this situation and had no idea what to do.

'It's very logical,' he began once more. He knew how arrogant he sounded, but for him this was the most logical thing to do. So he continued, erasing her hurt glance from his mind. 'We let sickness fight sickness. That wasn't possible before because no one had Y/N's disease, but now that Mark does, it is our biggest change to get her out of her coma.'

He panicked. He had just repeated the exact same words he said to Jack. He wasn't very good at this, yet for some reason he was able to explain it to Jack, as if the Irishman knew how hard social interactions could be.

'But I'm not sure how her body is going to react. It could save her or either be her doom. And before I take that risk, I need to ask permission to everyone she knows. Including you and her parents,' he stated the obvious again. He could kick himself for this, though he knew it wasn't his fault they didn't all understand. When his panicked orbs searched yours you gave him a tired smile, before leaning your head against the chair.

'Without our "unstable" cure she would die sooner than later. Her heartbeat is very weak and her lungs are filled with blood, making it hard for her to breathe let alone function properly. I'm sorry,' he apologized, having fixed his eyes again at the entire gang, looking at him in disbelieve, sadness or emptiness.

'You have my permission,' F/n suddenly said, her voice soft and breakable. Her voice was shaking, just as her hands. Her eyes had grown wide in disbelieve but she understood they had to try. It was their last change. Their last shot at their target: getting Y/n out of this hospital, alive.

'But promise me it won't hurt Mark,' she whispered and you looked at her. You may not be a doctor but you knew there where consequences for the both of them, though Mark wouldn't be the one walking on a wire, hanging over the entrance of hell.

'I can't promise that,' Roane answered. You shot a glare at him, not an angry one, but a sad one. You know nothing would be without dangers for the both of them, yet you hadn't had time to realize that reality was catching up on you.

'He has lost a lot of blood; taking even more from him could make him weaker. But he won't die on my watch, that's something I can promise,' the surgeon answered, trying to hide his mistake. He was making a promise he knew he couldn't keep. If it went wrong, and he broke that promise, there would be nothing left of him.

'It may not sound like much, but you have my permission,' Matthias says, standing up from his seat. He looks around at his friends, asking them with his blue orbs what their meaning on this is, though it wouldn't change a lot.

'And mine,' Marzia said confident, before standing up. Her eyes that still held the shock of earlier where now completely filled with sadness and guilt. Her brown orbs looked at her boyfriend, who sighed.

'You have my permission. But if you fuck up, I will fuck up you,' he answered, leaving his seat in the cold too. His blue irises made their way to the ginger, knowing that the poor surgeon was under a lot of pressure.

'And you have my permission, Roane. You always have,' you say yourself, standing up as the others. You hear how your stitches try to make you sit down again yet this is way more important than some stitches, and therefore you try to bite away the slim pain in your side.

'You also have our permission doctor Murphy.'

Everyone went silent, as F/N stood there with her phone on speakers. She had called Y/N's family, and the man's voice on the phone suggested it was her father. You could hear how sad he was, only by the sound of every letter he spoke. You tried to blink away the tears again, yet you found yourself unable to do so.

'I appreciate it mister Y/L/N,' was all Roane said, before leaving the room. Everyone watched him push open the doors, afraid that he had changed his plans, afraid that they were left in the dark again.

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