I must've fallen asleep because it was now 8:53 am.
"Jack." I mumbled under my breath.
"Jack." I call out again louder this time.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed and ran a hand through my floofy hair. Then it hit me, in the face like a big bag of bricks. Jack was in a car crash, Jack was in the hospital, Jack was dying. I flopped back onto the bed tears once again falling down my face.
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Stages Of Loss | Septiplier
FanfictionThis shouldn't have happened. He's so young, He has a future. He has fans. And now he's lying in a hospital bed, dying. But he can't die. His fans need him, I need him.
