Sorry if this sucks. I've never really been to a hospital (that I remember) so... Yeah.
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                  ~Jack's POV~ (I bless you all with another Jack POV)
         Why am I so worried? Why is there this knot of dread hanging low in my stomach, getting tighter the longer she's in surgery? Why do I care so much about a girl that I just met, one I haven't even talked to?

        A shrill ringing interrupts my thoughts. I pull out my phone and glance at the Caller ID. Mark. I stare at it for a second before it clicks into the place. Oh, no. The vlog. I quickly accept the call, pulling the phone up to my ear.

        "Jack where are you? We're supposed to record a vlog," he says, a tinge of disappointment in his tone.

          "I know, I know. I'm a terrible person. I just got caught up with.... Things," I said apologetically.

          "Things? What kind of things?" He says suggestively.

          "Not that kind of thing, Mark," I say with a light tone. "The serious kind. The life-or-death kind," my tone becomes sadder, more serious.

          "Life or death? Jack, are yo-"

          "Yes, I'm fine. It's not me I'm talking about. I was on my way to your hotel when I found a girl on the side of the street. She was unconscious, and bleeding. She was hurt pretty bad Mark, I couldn't just leave her there," I interrupt, trying to make him understand.

         "Oh. Is she ok?" Mark asks somberly, though I hear the relief in it.

         "I don't know. She's in surgery," my head hangs down, the worry coming back.

         "I'm sure she'll be fine, Jack. Don't worry. She'll be fine, I guarantee it," he tries his best to reassure me, probably hearing the worry in my voice.

"Excuse me, Sir," a voice says. I look up to see a doctor.

"Mark, I gotta go," I say quickly. "I'll update you later." I hang up, putting the phone in my pocket.

"Sir, the girl you brought in is out of surgery. Her heart stopped for a minute but she's fine. She's stable right now but she's in a fragile state. You may visit if you like, you have to be quiet, though," he says coolly.

          A sigh of relief escapes me. She's fine, she'll be ok. I compose myself and get up. I follow the doctor through the halls to the room that she is in. He stops in front of the door and motions for me to enter.

         I peek into the room to see a girl lying in the bed. I walk into the room, studying her. She has long black hair and pale skin. Her figure is slim, too much so. Her skin seems too tight, the bones showing. There are bruises everywhere. A bandage wrapped around her head. Dark circles under her eyes. I start to study her closely. Not to be creepy, but because she looks familiar.

          I run my gaze over her, trying to remember where I saw her. Her arms are wrapped in bandages from wrist to elbow. Her leg is also wrapped tightly in bandages. 'What happened to her?' I wonder.

"Hello?" A quiet, crackly voice interrupts my thoughts. My gaze jerks up in shock. She's awake. And her eyes are gorgeous.

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Just kidding, there's more to read. I wouldn't give you guys two short chapters back to back. Continue.
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~Cecelia's POV~ (Surprise over)
I hear beeping. It's constant and won't stop. 'Where am I?' I think, trying to remember. I remember last night, leaving the apartment and everything after that is blurry. Only one way to find out where I am.

I crack open my eyes. Everything's fuzzy so I give it a moment to focus. There's a man. By my bed. Sitting next to me. With bright green hair. 'Is that-?' I start to think but shut myself down. There's no way it's him.

I open my lips and let out a croaky "hello?" The man quickly lifts his head to look at me. He has startling blue eyes. Eyes I didn't think I'd see again in person. The eyes of Jacksepticeye.

We stare at each other blankly for a moment, both of us unsure of what to say.

          "What's your name, lass?" He asks, trying to expel the silence.

          "Cecelia," I reply quietly, as always.

          "I absolutely hate to ask this, but do I know you? Cause you seem really familiar. I just can't think of where," he says apologetically, giving me a look saying 'sorry'.

          "Uh- yeah. I was at the signing the other day. You're Jacksepticeye." Wow, can I get any more awkward? Well in my defense, I am on drugs right now so... Not my fault. Though, I am surprised that he remembers me. Even a little bit.

          "I'm so sorry. It's hard to remember everyone. But you gave me some fanart, right? I think I remember you now," he says, with the same look. He does look sorry that he couldn't remember me. That he can't remember all the fans he meets. No matter how hard he may try to.

          "Yeah, I did." And the conversation died. I needed to think of something to talk about.

          "Is it hard for you to be here?" I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. Probably a mistake. His surprised gaze turns sharply to meet my embarrassed one. He gives me a questioning look.

          "For you to be quiet. And you know.... Not be loud?" I explain a bit. He seems to understand, and gives me a pouty look.

          "It sucks," he whined, acting like a 5 year old. "I wanna be loud but I can't," he sticks out his bottom lip, giving me puppy dog eyes.

I let out a silent laugh at his expression. "I'd let you yell, but it's not up to me," I said, trying to make him feel better.

          "Why not?" He asked, dragging out the y.

          I smile. "Because I don't own the hospital," I respond. He tries to come up with a comeback and fails. And that sends us into a laughing fit. I don't know why, but it does, maybe because of the look on Jack's face when I said that. My side starts to hurt, but I ignore it. Laughing is fun.

          "Excuse me, miss?" The doctor is standing at the bottom of my bed. And he scares both me and Jack. We simultaneously let out a squeal of fear. Then we saw him and started laughing even harder, causing my side to hurt more. I grip it with my hands, trying to ease the pain, tears filling my eyes but I'm unable to stop laughing.

"Sorry," I gasp out to the doctor (who is looking at us like we're crazy) between fits of laughter. I somehow manage to smother my laughing to light giggling. I turn to the doctor. "What did you need?" I ask him, purposely ignoring Jack so I don't break out laughing again.

          "I wanted to update you on your condition, miss..." He trails off, prompting me to give him my last name.

"Cecelia. Cecelia Harper," I respond, a bit more serious. (Idk, I'm bad at coming up with names)

"Well, Ms Harper, I would like to inform you on your condition. Alone, preferably," he says. Jack gives a look. One I can't decipher.

"Of course. Jack, could you leave for a moment?" I politely ask him. He gives me an unwilling look. He doesn't want to leave. My heart twists a little. Jack wants to stay with me. "On second thought, he can stay," I say, wanting Jack to smile again, to not look so unhappy.

The doctor looks a bit hesitant but he regains his cool. "All right. Well, you have multiple lacerations and bruises all over. You have a deep cut on your leg that required stitches. You also have a minor concussion. A few of your ribs were also fractured. It's very lucky that they didn't break," he states matter-of-factly.

"When can I leave?" I ask. It's coming back. That feeling of suffocating, like the air is being sucked out of the room. Memories coming to the front of my mind, but I push them back.

"If you have a caretaker, someone to look after you, then you can leave tonight. If not, then you'll need to stay for a few days. I'll be back later to check on you," He says, walking out of the room.

Dang. I don't anyone to watch over me. I'll need to stay. But I don't know if I can handle being in the hospital any longer. I feel someone staring at me, his eyes unfocused. I look up to see Jack. I forgot he was here. He looks at war with himself, like he's debating over something important.

His eyes focus on me, a determined look singing on his eyes as his face looks uncertain. He looks into my eyes. "Do you.... Want to stay with me?" He asks, breaking the silence. I sit there in shock. I act normal around Jack because he's just a regular guy. But is my idol. And he asked me to stay with him. At his house.

Jack freaking septiceye just asked me to stay at his house.

I'm still sitting, staring blankly at Jack when he waves an arm in front of my face, saying, "Helllo? Anyone there?" While dragging out the 'l' in hello. I snap back to my senses.

I focus on Jack. "I-I don't know, Jack," my voice covered in uncertainty.

          "Just until you're all healed up and get back on your feet. I wouldn't feel right leaving you." My heart skips a beat at his last words. "I know it's weird, but I won't do anything. I just want to make sure that you're ok. That's all," he says, moving his hands around trying to prove his point.

          I sit for a minute, thinking it over. I did have nowhere to go. And it would be nice to get to know Jack, but.... What if he's like Luke?

          Jack is giving the puppy dog look, sticking out his bottom lip as far as he can. I melt at how adorable he looks in that moment. And I make a decision.

          "I will..."
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I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. Please don't hurt me! *cowers in corner with arms raised in defense*
          I hope you like this part. It's really long. Over 1700 words (not counting the A/Ns).
          Anyway, please comment and vote. See you guys in the next part!