Bring It In - Jared Kleinman
A/N: Hi, this is actually one of my first ever DEH kind of fanfictions and (if some understand my love for Jared) I decided to write about something that @writing-prompt-s has prompted about. It’s not exact but it’s still the same idea. I’ve actually never really wrote this out so I’m going to try to allow my thoughts to spill out. Happy reading?
There’s actually been something that Jared honestly never had the guts to really admit. The brunette jerk-ish male really likes hugs. Though he never really received him, he just loved the thought of actually being embraced by someone he loves. Though, things have been kind of different lately.
The story is thought up in his mind once again. The short past is slightly fuzzy but he can still be able to make out what has happened. About a month ago, Jared’s cousin, Michael, started out with the doctors diagnosing him with terminal cancer. Jared and his family were devastated when they heard the news. Though he was under the chemo influence, he was still happy and smiling. Jared couldn’t stand the thought of his cousin on the edge of dying. While Michael was still awake but weak, Jared quickly but carefully wrapped his arms around his fatigue and sick cousin. He felt him tense up as his blood pressure began to heighten. Jared let go of his still and more colorful cousin. Michael didn’t speak but his face definitely looked way better than it had did before. At this moment, Jared knew that it wasn’t a miracle that saved his cousin, it was him.
He didn’t really want anyone to know about this whole shebang with Jared and his hugs because he was the kind of person who would think that if someone found out, they would take them to the scientists to test him out and use him as a test subject for the rest of his life. For Jared, he didn’t want a life like that. His thoughts would often decided to keep this a secret until he can figure out how to really make something of it. He couldn’t let the fame or profit get to his head, even if he really wanted to.
Jared sighed and plugged in his headphones as he played Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. “This could be life changing.” He thought to himself. “But I don’t want to cause too much of a change in the world and become a breakout of my entire life.” To be completely honest, Jared was afraid. His thought didn’t arrange to what to do in this type of situation. He felt his anxiety throb up to his chest and his heart started to pump at an irregular rate. “What am I going to do?” He thought to himself once more.
He quickly sat up and looked at himself. His arms. His hands. His wrists. His palms. What was he anymore? Was he a monster? This isn’t anything close to normal for a human. He needed someone to talk to. He couldn’t handle the heavy negative thoughts at once. All of this unwanted and useless pressure held emotional pain on his shoulders. He needed to put a stop to this or wear it off somehow. He wasn’t the right person to be a hero and he wasn’t the greatest person to have this kind of technique that messes with the laws of humanity.
Jared quickly picked up his phone, tumbling and shaking with fear as he dialed his friends number and held the device to his ear. He just wanted a friend to talk to, he mustn’t say a word about what’s been on his mind. No.
“Hello?” The voice echoed through his brain as he tried to catch his breath and choke back on the fearful tears.
“Evan.” He says quietly yet bluntly.
“Yes? Jared? Is something wrong?”
Jared faked a snicker, “Everything is fine, I was just wondering what you were up to since I haven’t really seen you in a big while. Then again, it’s mid-summer.”
“O-Oh.” Evan said quietly, seemingly doing nothing or maybe work.
“How’s the fam?” He questions.
“They’re okay, just kind of bumming around. How’s your new apartment going?”
Jared laughs a bit at that, “Oh, it’s hell. I can understand how much of a handful I am.” He laughs a bit more.
Evan quietly laughs to himself, “Expect difficult kinda of things, b-but know you’ll get through it.”
Jared pauses. His thoughts were attacking his brain all at once and he felt like his entire head was going to fall off of his spine. It wasn’t a migraine but just so much anxiety filling up his body that he wanted to throw up.
“J-Jared?” Evan stammered a bit through the phone.
“Oh, uh, hey Evan, something just came up, I’ll talk to you later!”
Evan went quiet for a good second before complying with a simple “Ok.” Jared quickly ended the call before falling back in his bed, realizing what he’s done to himself. He sighs and drops the phone to the side of his bed. “This is nuts..” he says to himself. He was afraid. He was afraid. He was afraid. He was afraid. He was afraid. He was afraid. He was afraid.
The thought of was Jared could do. Jared’s hugs could cure the worst of illnesses. There’s beautiful children around the world who are dying from these types of things. There’s loving family who are being separated from their families because of these types of things. He couldn’t stand the amount of people crying inside of his head. The broken hearts, the heartstruck pain from these people. He doesn’t even understand the consequences he gets from this but he could be a hero for so many. Not all, but many. He thought of the amount of happiness the parents and the children would feel if their loved ones were cured. The amount of positivity shared by Jared.
This kept him up all night.
The next morning, Jared did his normal routine. Got up, got dressed and fixed himself, and went to work for a normal full-time shift.
The day went by slow as any other day. I mean, it jumps from the busy sides of his job. Though, that same thing still ran through the back of his mind and he couldn’t stand it. He scanned the barcode of a few simple items for a customer, causing the machine to beep. He typed up the price and said the exact amount due, brought the change in from the customer and bagged their items, giving it to them. He quietly sighed to himself, sitting at the cashier spot and waited for the next customer.
This one was off. A young lady, maybe in her late twenties, crying softly to herself. She slowly but surely but the box of tissues on the counter.
Jared scanned it and looked up at her, “Did you find everything okay?” She nodded at him slowly. He couldn’t hold his voice back anymore, “Is everything alright?” She looked up, tears rolling down her cheeks, ruining her makeup completely.
“No. It’s not.” She said quietly, “My son is in the hospital with terminal cancer.”
Jared’s heart sunk. Not this again. He forced his head to look down at the items in his hands, looking away from the woman. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles under his breath. He shakily hands the woman the bagged box of tissues, no amount due.
“Take it.” He says quietly. The woman looked at him and paused for a second.
She gently takes the bagged and asks, “Are you sure?” He nodded at her reassurance. She smiled a bit at him and thanked him quietly before leaving the store.
“Oh God.” Jared thought to himself.
The shift ended and Jared packed his things and checked himself out of the store. On the way home, Jared would end up seeing his life flashing for a couple of seconds before his eyes where he’d stop and stare. He was getting pretty tired of this.
Once he was home, he flopped on his bed and felt himself wanting to cry but held himself back. An idea sparked his mind as he quickly got up. At this rate, he was crying with all of the tears in his head. He grabbed a piece of cardboard and a permanent marker. His keys were still in his pocket so he ran in his car and sped off.
There he was. Clementine’s Hospital. A hospital known for terminal cancer patients. He knew this is the most he could do in order to get those thoughts out of his head. He wanted all positivity at this rate.
He grabbed his cardboard sign and scrubbed words onto it with the permanent marker. Jared quickly jumped out of the car and ran inside of the hospital and looked around at the faces that surrounded him. He wasn’t afraid anymore. He was more of stiff and firm about the whole hospital thing but that didn’t stop Jared from taking another step into the building.
Jared grabbed a small chair from one of the hallways and sat down. His heart was pounding and he felt more tears rush down his face as he may suspect this could cost him most of his life. For once, he felt happy and proud of himself. He gently picked up the cardboard sign.
