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Bloody Sreams

JAKES POV

((Gore??))

When I wake up, my head is pounding. It's like I'm hungover, but on sadness?...

Ki and Mark have left to bring Lucky some home-made lunch. I think they're making her chili?

I don't know.

Lacey is on top of my chest, Hunter on his mom.

I run my fingers through Lacey's hair, being sure to not pull to hard.

"Jake?"

I turn to look at Jack, "Yeah?"

"I'm gonna take the kids down to the cafeteria to get some lunch. Do you want anything?" His eyes are just pure red and his green hair is more yellow than green.

"Pancakes? One?"

Jack smiles and beckons the kids to him, walking out of the room.

I climb off the bed and hold Lucky's hand.

Her hands are so cold, but everything else is lukewarm.

It's scary.

She sits up quickly and starts to cough like mad.

I jolt up myself, trying to think of a way to help her, but I can't.

She starts to cough up blood, red spilling over the sheets and her gown.

"JAKE!!" She screams my name like someone hurt her.

Two nurses rush in, putting a dish in front of Lucky, letting her puke her guts out.

One of them gives her some fucking drug.

The other just stares at me like I did this.

"JAKE!" She screams again, more blood falling out of her mouth.

I'm crying yet again, the pounding in my head increasing. I run out of the room, pulling out my phone.

"A meal isn't the best thing right now for Luck."

"Why?" I can hear Ki digging through bowls.

"She just started to puke."

"She just has an upset stomach."

"Ki, she started to puke blood."

The line is silent.

"I'll be there in a few minutes. Mark's making YouTube videos to keep up with Jack's channel and his own. I'll be there soon." She hangs up, leaving me in this mess.

I wonder back into the room, trying to wipe my face.

Lucky's coughing has calmed down just the smallest bit, and the blood stopped, thank god.

"Lucky?"

She looks over at me and she's so pale...

"I love you."

She gives me such a weak smile.

I grab the phone off the table and call Jack, telling him to come back to the room.

He enters in a matter of minutes, the kids on his hip.

"Yeah?"

"Stay here with her and watch her. She just coughed up blood and more. She shouldn't be alone right now."

Jack looks horrified, "O-okay. Where are you going?"

"I'm just... gonna go for a walk."

Jack dismisses me as I walk out the doors, the light blinding me. I sigh and dig in my pocket, finding a single cigarette and a lighter.

I rub the red lighter and lit the cancer stick, puffing out the smoke.

I'm a mess. There's no better way to say it.

I sit down on the curb and start to break down.

Everything's a mess and I have no way to stop it.

Donnie always told me that if he ever ended up in the hospital, that I shouldn't cry in front of him.

He wanted me to be strong for him and show him I was here for him.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry, Donnie..."

My body's shaking, my hands are violent. My lungs won't let me have any air.

Black dots start to appear in my vision, making me dizzy.

"Fuck." I can feel myself falling back, hitting my head against the other side of the curb.




"SIR!! SIR!!" A nurse is yelling at me, making my head throb.

"Do you know who this person is?" They hold up a picture of a man with bright green hair and icey blue eyes

"Jack."

The green haired man appears beside me, smiling.

"Who is this?" They hold a picture of a beautiful woman. Long blonde hair and grey eyes.

"(Y/N)."

"What do we call her?" Another man appears next to Jack?

"L...Luc...Lucky?"

They smile at each other.

The next picture the hold up strikes fear into me.

A man with ash brown hair and a coffee beanie is shown to me. His eyes stare right at me.

"D...Donnie?" I start to cry, making my head hurt more than before.

"When's your birthday?"

"March... 14th... 1996?"

"He has a concussion. Just a minor one."

Everyone sighs as I'm pushed into a room, needles pushed into my skin.

I start to freak out, thrashing against the bed.

Jack and Mark come to hold me down, shushing me.

"Jake, you're okay. You can't move too much or else you'll hurt your head more."

"LUCKY!!!!" I scream bloody murder.

"LUCKY!!!!"

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