Again, I've never been to a hospital so sorry if this sucks.
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          "Jaaaack, I'm bored," I whine, stretching out the a in Jack.

          "Sooooorry," he chimes back, tapping away at his phone.

          Then the doctor walks in and saves us from our boredom. "Ms Harper, you can be released in a few minutes. You just need to get signed out," he says in monotone.

Jack puts his phone in his pocket and stands up, getting ready to sign me out. The doctor walks Jack to the door and points him in the right direction. I'm practically bouncing in my seat. I'm so excited to get out of here.

The doctor comes back to my bedside. He rambles on about my condition and how to take care of it, but I end up tuning him out. Not because I wanted too, but because I'm ready to leave. He hands me a packet containing info on my injuries. I give him a grateful look. He gives me a blank one in return.

Jack strolls in, a small grin on his face. "You're all set to go, lass," he tells me.

I give him an expectant look. I reach out my hand towards him. He furrows his eyebrows in response.

          "The clothes?" I ask, reminding him of the bag in his hand.

          Realization dawns on his face, a silent 'oh' escaping his lips. He gives me a slightly bashful look as he gives me the bag. I shoot him a small grateful smile and hop off the bed.

          I nearly fall over as my vision starts swimming. Jack grabs my arm, keeping me from falling. Pain lances through it, a cry escaping from my lips. My vision snaps back into focus. Jack hurriedly releases my arm after making sure I'm stable.

          "Are you ok?!" He asks, a worried look sitting on his face, guilt writhing in his sapphire eyes.

          "Yeah," I say breathily. "My arm still hurts a bit."

          "I'm sorry," he says, the guilt wriggling his way onto his face.

          "It's fine, don't worry about it. If you hadn't caught me then I would've fallen," I reassure him, trying to ease his guilt.

He looks unconvinced, but nods. He grabs my arm again, gently, and leads me to the bathroom. "Thanks," I say gratefully, trying to bring back the loud, energetic, bubbly Jack I'm used to seeing on the screen.

"No problem," he says, giving me a tight smile. "I'm gonna make a call while you change, so take your time."

"Alright," I mutter, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind me gently. I lean my back against it with a loud sigh.

I push myself off after a moment and change into the clothes Jack brought me. A big hoodie and old sweats.

I sit afterwards, thinking about Jack. I guess I held him on a pedestal, thinking he was always happy because that's all he showed us. Today just showed me that he's human. Forcing me to lower that pedestal a few notches.

I hear Jack's muffled talking through the door. But I try to ignore it.

         I push open the door quietly, afraid of disturbing him.

          He looks at me and finishes up his conversation with the other person. "Sorry Mark, but I gotta go. I'm really sorry about earlier. I'll talk to you later."

          Mark? As in Markiplier?

         Jack puts his phone in his pocket and gives me an apologetic smile. "Sorry."

          "It's fine," I respond.

          "Let's get going," he says, holding out a hand to me.

         I give him a look, looking between his hand and face questioningly.

         "The doctor said you shouldn't walk around too much. So I'll carry you," he says simply. Like its the most normal thing ever. To carry a stranger. He must have seen the battling look in my face because he said, "Just to the car. Mark is gonna drive us."

          I nod uncertainly. It was getting hard to stand. I was leaning against the wall, trying to keep my legs from giving out from under me.

          Jack shot towards me, scooping me up into his arms. I let out a surprised squeal, gripping onto his neck. He shoots a giant grin at me. I try to look offended. "You could've warned me," I say.

          "Sorry." He's trying not to laugh, pressing his lips together. His eyes light up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. (See what I did there?)

          He pretends to drop me. I let out a shocked yell. I grip his neck tighter, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He bursts out laughing. I feel the rumble of it in his neck and chest.

I lift a hand from his neck to slap the back of his head. I give him a playful glare.

He laughs harder, throwing his head back a bit. "Sorry," he chokes out between laughs. "I couldn't resist."

He stifles his laughs, turning them into quiet chuckles. He leans back against the wall with me in his arms. He stops suddenly, his face turning solemnly grim.

It's then that I realize I'm shaking slightly, tears squeezing out from between my lids. He slides down the wall so he's sitting with me in his lap.

His face turns solemn, a sad look shining in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, it was a joke, I swear," he spits out, trying to calm me down. He removes his arm from beneath my knees and cradles my face with his hand, wiping away my tears with his thumb.

"Don't cry," he coos. "You're ok. You're fine," he says soothingly, trying to calm me.

I try to calm down, to stop the tears, but I can't. Memories of Luke throwing me around flash in my mind.

"What can I do to get you to stop crying?" He sounds torn up over this. Over me. I don't know why, though. He barely knows my name.

He tightens his arm around my waist, trying to comfort me. My head falls into the crook of his neck, tears sliding onto his shirt.

He lightly leans his head against mine, moving his hand from my face to my head, stroking my hair comfortingly.

"You're fine. Just breathe." He starts taking deep breaths, expecting me to follow. I try to match my breathing with his, try to expel these memories from my mind.

Jack rubs soothing little circles on my side with his hand. Breathing with me. Stroking my hair. Saying soothing words in my ear. Not questioning what just happened. Helping me.

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          Hey guys! I know I said I probably wouldn't update this week, but it was bugging me that I didn't finish this chapter. It went really smoothly. It didn't take away from hanging out with my family, I wrote it last night at the beach and this morning after breakfast.

Sorry if this part is a bit boring, it'll get better, I promise. I hope the end made up for it. I'm also sorry if it's a bit short. Also sorry this part is a day late.

          I hope you liked this part, especially the end. I loved writing it.

         Don't forget to vote and comment! It helps me write the story. I'll see you all in the next part, bye!!