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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 24 -> CH 25

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TW: Self Harm, Blood

Y/n hadn't heard from Jack in a few days. She figured he had gotten caught up with the house renovations or his writing but when he wasn't even answering text messages, she became kind of nervous. The lights in the house were on so he was obviously home. The thought that maybe he was just busy and didn't have time to shot her a text was kind of annoying to her but she didn't want to seem clingy.

It wasn't until she was leaving the clinic and got a call from an unknown number that she panicked.

"Hello?" She answered unsure if it was spam or perhaps one of her mother's doctors.

"Hi my name is Dr. Brian Carty, I'm trying to reach Y/n." Y/n got in her car.

"This is she. Are you calling for my mother-" He cut her off.

"I'm breaking so many laws right now but I'm afraid one of my patients is in danger. I am Jack Thurlow's doctor and I'm afraid he's in the beginning stages of a manic episode." Y/n froze.

"W-what do you mean? I just saw him like a few days ago. He was fine." Y/n explained.

"His ex-fiance reached out and it made him spiral a bit. He's missed two sessions and I fear he may have harmed himself. His emergency contact is a few states away and I won't be able to get to him until the morning." The doctor was in fact breaking all kinds of HIPPA laws right now but she knew that he was serious if he was willing to lose his license.

"I'm on my way there now." Y/n hung the phone up and sped towards home. She knew she had a few first aid things with her in the trunk but she wasn't sure what kind of condition Jack would be in. All she could do was pray that it wasn't too late. Once she skidded to a halt in the gravel, she popped the trunk and grabbed her med bag before practically barreling through the front door.

"JACK?! JACK WHERE ARE YOU!?" Y/n yelled sprinting through the kitchen, up the stairs, in his bedroom, the spare room. The bathroom door was closed and the light was on. She knocked before opening the door and instant panic set in. He was curled up, naked in a the bottom of the tub, shaking and bleeding.

"Oh Jack." She slide across the floor and reached into the tub to touch his face making him jump. He startled, surprised to see her.

"What did you do to yourself?" Y/n looked for wounds and found gashes on his thighs. He pushed Y/n's hands away and she fought back.

"Jack stop it. Let me help you." Y/n said sternly.

"I-I did what I had to do. I deserve this. I don't need help." His words came out in a daze as she used gauze to press on the gashes. They were going to require stitches but the marks on his arms weren't as deep as the ones on his legs.

"Hey, get that shit out of your head okay? No one deserves this. Stay with me Jack." Y/n turned the water on, hoping it would pull him from his trance but now he didn't speak at all as she cleaned him up and pulled him from the tub. She wrapped a towel around him and put another over his shoulders as she rooted through the med kit.

"Why didn't you call me? I told you to call if you ever got this low." She found a stitch stapler in the bag and started to clean his thighs up. He didn't even flinch when she used alcohol swabs to sterilize the area. Her phone started going off and recognized the doctors number.

"He's alive." Y/n said out of breath.

"Thank God...is he lucid?" Dr. Carty asked.

"He's in and out but mostly out." Y/n explained.

"Any damage? Should I call you an ambulance?" Dr. Carty asked frantically. Y/n looked at Jack who held a disgusted sneer on his face as he ran his thumb over his wrist wound.

"No...I'm going to stitch him up-" Dr. Carty interrupted her.

"If he's self harming, he needs to be put in a hold Y/n." He pressed.

"Then you can get him to agree to that when you get here. For now, I'm going to stitch him up and wait for you." Y/n raised her voice and heard the sigh on the other end of the phone.

"Alright. I will make some calls so he'll be ready to go when I get there. Please don't hesitate to call me back if he gets worse." Dr. Carty insisted. Y/n washed her hands again and started to staple across the wounds. He still hadn't reacted to the pain at all. She ran to his room and retrieved a set of clothes for him and started to get help him get dressed.

"I noticed your pill case was full. Did we stop taking those too?" Jack was still spaced out and merely allowing her to puppet his body about the bathroom as she dressed him like a child.

"Jack, how did this happen? You look like you haven't slept, you're as thin as ever. We haven't seen each other in a week. If you were going through something, why didn't you text me? Or at least answer me when I texted you?" She pulled the shirt carefully over his head and slid his arms through, being careful of the bandages.

Surprisingly, after he was fully dressed, he stood on his own and started shuffling across the floor in his bare feet.

"You should go now..." Jack spoke as he slowly took the stairs down to the living room. Y/n checked her watch and could only hope that Dr. Carty would get there as soon as possible or she might have to restrain Jack.

"Mother thinks you've overstayed your welcome. You should go before you get hurt." Jack paused at the door.

"Jack...your mother is dead. She's been gone for over a year. None of what she said was real. She's not real." Jack kept his head down as she spoke and approached him slowly.

"I am real. You are real but your mom is gone." Y/n reached out to touch him and he jerked forward, grabbing the handle and yanking the front door open.

"I don't want you here...go." Jack held the door open wide waiting for her to exit. Y/n instead used both hands to slam the door shut snapping Jack's eyes up from the floor to look at her.

"I'm not going anywhere." Y/n looked at his normally crystal blue eyes but all she saw was darkness wash over his face. She knew things were only going to get worse.

[oomy-tako]

[kalo-pop]

girls

[lyrae-art]

[twt link]

[tizzypizza]

never entrust me with cute domestic fluff i will ruin it

[jinaxxo]

poor agent 4...

[lisa-russell]

dat veiw daey must see....

[plumexmango]

They go squish 😭😭😭

[powderseas]

dressed up as gay for splatoween

[themissinggoldfish]

When ur crush drives you home from a mission but your mind is anything but normal about it

Notes:

This isnt based off anything, but i wanted to give all the agents separate hobbies they’ve developed over the years and i just decided Connie would probably pick up a bike as a hobby ( travelling between Inkopolis & Splatsville etc.)

[oyasumilunachan]

Reunited (*´ω`*)♡ Happy 3/8 💛🩷

[papasfritasas]

YURI

[oomy-tako]

Forgot to post these edits here ggg.

[khathastrophe]

my gift to the The Magnus Archives community

i have just finished season 1 and I am totally normal about it :)))

[afloatinships]

Describing my favorite splatoon ships with some phrases

[scorpion-flower]

Greece's singer preteded to fall asleep.

Netherlands' singer covered himself with his coutry's flag.

Ireland's singer wrote "Ceasefire now" in old irish.

Latvia's singer said that every country deserves to be free.

I know it's not much, but I still love those subtle hints of diss agaist Israel 😂