Your POV

Jack and I were going to hang out finally. We hadn’t done it in ages, but he just came back from a tour so he’s got some time off, luckily for me.
Jack and I don’t really have a set relationship. We haven’t defined it well enough between ourselves yet. We didn’t really care, I don’t think we needed a label.
For as long as I’ve known him, I still haven’t told him about my problem. I mean it’s not a brain disorder, it’s not a retardation thing, it’s just something that happens. But I still haven’t told him. I haven’t really had the need to. It was getting to be pretty manageable with the meds I was taking.
I’ve texted him numerous times with the intent on telling him, but I’ve always either blown it off, or we change the subject almost immediately. He doesn’t really like to have too many serious talks really. And when we do, they don’t really last that long. I think that’s mostly the reason why I hadn’t told him yet.
I was on my way to Jack’s house, and Green Day was playing on the radio. I was driving along when Oh fuck. I’ve forgotten to take my meds. It should be fine as long as nothing really triggering happens. Alcohol doesn’t really help, even though i love it, and flashing rapid lights.
Contrary to popular belief, not all people with epilepsy have that trigger. Just people with photosensitive epilepsy. Just my luck, I happened to have that one.
I arrived at Jack’s door, a bit nervous I’d have an attack. I’d tried to calm myself down, but it’s harder than it seems. I knocked on his door and waited for him. Black and blonde hair opened the door and greeted me with a hug. “Y/N!” He called. “Come inside!”
I walked inside his quarters and looked around. It didn’t look like he lived here very much. He did have a very cute dog, but he was gone so often I don’t think he’s been able to spend much time here. Now that I think about it, we don’t really spend much time here either.
“Want something to drink?” he asked me as I looked around.
“What do you have?”
“We have alcohol, alcohol, more alcohol, oh and some Jack.”
“Like the drink Jack or you Jack?”
“Both.” He grinned.
“Don’t you have water?”
“Yeah but what’s the fun in that?”
“True that, Barakat. Gimme some of that rum.”
He laughed at what I said and opened the cabinet to get me my drink. I always had that saying and he cou;dn’t help but laugh every time I said it. “Want it straight or in coke?”
“The drug coke?”
He laughed again. Jesus, if a laugh could kill.
“Yeah I’ll have some coke,” I told him.
He poured our drinks and brought them over to your couch. Olivia, his dog jumped up in my lap and curled herself into a ball. What a cutie.
“I see you’ve met Olivia,” He smiled at me.
“I sure have.” Jack sure does smile a lot. I almost forgot how warm he makes me feel when we’re together.
“Want to watch a scary movie?” He asked me.
“That depends, you got popcorn, a blanket, and protective arms to save me?” He giggled dorkily and agreed. He shot off toward the entertainment center to pick a movie. When we finally chose one, he put it in, disappeared off into the kitchen and came back by the time the previews were over.
“What’d I miss?” he asked, stepping over the couch to sit down with snacks and blankets.
“Advertising.”
“Nice!” I laughed and he sat closer to me than he usually does. Or that I remember. It’s been so long since I’ve actually seen him, I don’t even know. He scooted closer to me, draping the blanket over us. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and at this time, my heart was going a mile a minute. Damn boy and his killer smile.
I sipped on my coke and chewed nervously on popcorn with my condition always in the back of my mind. I hope no flashing lights come on. I glanced over at Jack, and he looked like he was having a good time, so I guess so should I.

Jack’s POV

Y/N was next to me and we were about in the middle of the film. Having her this close to me, made me super on edge because I wasn’t used to being this close to her. I’d spent months on the road with guys, and here she was being close to me, making me nervous. I didn’t mind, she smelled good.
We got to the part where the killer is hunting one of the characters in the house and cuts off the main power supply. I feel her get tense under my arm as the lights get darker. I wasn’t really watching this movie, more feeling her reactions, seeing if I could find an excuse to get closer to her. A question was burning in my mind. I really wanted to ask, but I didn’t really know how to. I’ll just bring it up now.
The lights started to go crazy, and I thought this would be a good time to distract her. “Hey, Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to stay the night tonight, you know considering none of us can drive right now.”
I look over to see her, and she’s convulsing on the floor. Oh FUCK what did I do?! I must’ve done something. Oh my god, okay I never learned about this in any health class I’ve taken. Oh shit. Oh my god, okay. I turned off the movie, and went toward her, she was still spasming, and I decided I can’t wait for something like this to happen. So I grab m phone out of my pocket and call an ambulance to come get her. They tell me to lay her on her side and they’ll be here as soon as they can. I lay her on her side, and clutch her hand, and hope that they get here soon.
*****
I rode with her in the ambulance, mostly because I couldn’t go in my car considering I had just drank, but I wanted to be there with her and for her. Was it something I said? Was it something I did? Somehow, I knew I fucked up and Y/N is probably gonna die because of me.
I’m sitting by her bedside in the hospital (thank god we didn’t have to wait long) and held her hand. I didn’t want her to wake up alone.
After some time, I lost track because I forgot to glance at my phone, she finally stirs. Jesus Christ I hope I didn’t fuck up.
“Y/N?” I ask her holding her hand a little tighter.
“Yeah?” her voice cracks.
“What just happened?”
She looks around at her surroundings and I notice a wave of realization flood her face. She sighs, and looks at me. My heart is going so fast. Please tell me she’s not going to die.
“Jack, I- I have epilepsy.”
“What?” I breathe.
“I’ve had it since as long as I can remember. I forgot to tell you, and I didn’t know how to tell you, and since the medication I was taking was helping, I didn’t think I really had to tell you.”
“Is that it?”
“Yeah, it’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all this time.”
I exhaled for the first time in a while. “Oh my god, that is so much better than what I thought.”
“What?” She looked at me, genuinely confused.
“I thought, since I asked you to stay over, you just went into shock and just like almost died cause you weren’t expecting that.”
She looked at me for a while. I adverted my gaze, and when I finally looked up at her, she burst out laughing. “I didn’t even hear you ask that!” She started laughing and I laughed too. It was contagious.
“I feel so much better now, you have no idea. But why didn’t you tell me?” I playfully punched her arm. “I had no fucking idea what to do.”
She giggled a bit. “I thought I could control it.” she shrugged her shoulders and smiled up at me. I smiled back. “I just forgot to take my pills, and it gets worse when alcohol is involved.”
I nodded, and started rubbing my thumb over her hand.
“What’re you doing?” she asked me.
“What? Oh nothing.”
“Stop that, that tickles.”
“You know what else tickles?” I looked up at her from behind my hair.
“You better not.”
“This!” I sat on top of her feet in the hospital bed and tickled her until the nurse came in and gave me dirty looks. When I was done, I just laid on top of her, resting my chin on her chest. “Don’t do that, again, you scared me.” I said it as a whisper, almost so she couldn’t hear.
“I won’t I promise.”
I kissed her nose and she blushed a deep shade of pink. She put her hand through my hair, looking up into my eyes. I have her a lighthearted smile then poked her side. She let out a tiny yelp and flicked my nose. I giggled and kissed her quickly before getting up.

Notes

AN I did a bit of research on here, so I’m hoping that I got it as accurate as you wanted it. Thanks for being an awesome follower and requesting, you’re seriously awesome as fuck and I wouldn’t continue making these if it weren’t for you guys so shoutout to you wonderful people. The conversation is you trying to tell Jack but chickening out