Everything is Fine - Reader x Tim Wright

You woke up feeling nauseous on your bed. Stumbling out of your bed you reached into your pocket for your phone. You turned it on and saw the time was 3 p.m. on the following day. You really slept for over 24 hours and now you had less than an hour before work. You threw your phone onto the mattress and ran around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to gather your shit before you were late. You twisted your already unlocked door and ran.

You wasted no time and just barely made it on time. You peeked through the office window to see Tim talking to your boss handing him a small pile of papers. You walked away from the door and to your station to start loading boxes onto the trucks. After about 5 minutes Tim came out behind you and spoke.

"I just put in my two weeks."

You whipped your body around to face Tim.

"What? Why?"

"A few reasons. Some medical, some personal. Regardless, I talked him into letting me work every day for the next two weeks so I can save as much as I can."

"That's pretty vague, Tim."

"I know."

You two loaded the trucks and signed them off in silence for an hour before one of you said another thing.

"So what did you end up doing after you left my house?"

You paused for a second. Now that you thought about it you don't remember what you did after you got home after his house.

"Honestly, I forgot. I think I must have showered at some point but I fell asleep for at least 24 hours."

He looked over to you with a look of sadness. No, more like shame.

"So you are saying you stepped into your home and don't remember anything after?"

"Yep."

"Did you see anyone suspicious around your place?"

"Not that I can think of, why?"

He turned away and pulled out his pill bottle and popped a couple into his mouth.

"What about open windows or unlocked doors?"

"The door to my apartment was unlocked now that I think about it. I probably forgot since I was so tired and crashed for that long."

"Shit." He mumbled to himself.

"Why do you ask?"

"I think you might have been followed by something from my house... because of me," he whispered that last part.

The more that you thought about it you remembered how freaked out he was when you were at his house. He answered the door covered in dirt and blood on his hand. You suddenly remembered you never asked about the dirt or blood.

"Wait who did you think was at the door waiting for you? I forgot to ask that before."

He cringed at the question and said, "Not Jay but some other people."

Vague. He just loves to keep things vague.

"Who are some other people?"

"I'm telling you that you don't want to know. I don't want you involved."

"If I am being followed wouldn't that mean I'm already involved. If you think I am being followed shouldn't I know by who?"

He sighed very loudly and started reckless tossing the boxes into the back of trucks.

"We can talk about it later. I don't want anyone here to overhear. I swear we will talk about this. I'll send you a link or something after work for you to look at."

"Fine."

There was an awkward silence for close to an hour before your normal type of conversation started. Mostly, bad jokes, embarrassing stories, and weird facts that have no correlation to whatever you were initially talking about. You enjoyed his presence and based on his laughter to the recycled jokes he enjoyed yours. The clock struck at 4 a.m. allowing the two of you to hand off your shifts. Once the two of you were in the parking lot he did something very out of character for him. He pulls you in a hug.

"I'm sorry," He whispers into your ear.

The hug breaks and he lights a cigarette.

"I don't understand why."

"You will."

He pulled out his phone and sent you a simple text reading, "youtube: Marble Hornets - TotheArk."