My neighbor Markiplier

Sick Day

(I'm sick, so I decided to make a chapter on what it's like to be sick. Plus, I just watched Mark's new video he posted saying he was sick.)

We arrived home on Monday, and I quickly went to my apartment. I told Mark to get some sleep, and closed the door. After I made sure I heard him close his door, I quickly ran to my bathroom. I pulled up the toliet lid, and hurled all of what was in my stomach. The acid burned my throat, and made my knees collapse. I heard Mark come into my apartment, and run up my stairs. I saw him in the doorway, and motioned for him to go away. He stayed in my bedroom until I was done, and helped get to my bed." You have a stomach flu, and a fever of a hundred." He said as he took my temperature." I don't want you to get sick, I'll keep care of myself."

"Nice try, but I'm keep care of you. Go put on some comfortable clothes, and I'll set up the couch downstairs." I rolled my eyes as I changed into my lazy clothes. Black sweat pants, red hoodie, hair in a bun, and fluffy socks. I walked down the stairs carefuly, feeling shivers go up my spine. Mark had placed a sheet on the couch, and put a blanket down for me. I sat down on the couch, and saw him entering my apartment again." I brought some of my games to play, then I'm going to get some food for the two of us." We played a game the Game Grumps said was a good game called Amazing Frog?, then we watched some of Mark's old videos." Why not a vlog of your morning for the fans? I would watch that." He looked down at me." Really? That sounds so vlogger." I looked at him a smile, and he just watched his videos.

I worked on some more writing projects while Mark scrolled through his comments on his latest video, and he kept looking over at my screen. I watched his too, and sometimes found my comments on his phone. I didn't tell him because I didn't want him to know about my account name. Beast342, it was stupid. At around six o'clock, Mark went to get food. He bought Panera Bread soup for me, and a sandwich for himself. We talked for most of the night, and I laughing so hard my face turned bright red. Mark soon retired to his apartment, and I stayed on the couch. I continued to watched movies until I got tired. I went to my bathroom, and got some night time cold medicine. I sat on my bed, and drank two cups of it. The bottle said grape flavor, and it tasted like death. I laid myself down, and put the blankets on myself. I then went to bed, and fell asleep hugging my pillow.

(Hey guys! I just wanted to tell you the next chapter will be of sick Mark. I'm not sure how I'll make him act, but what I've picked up it'll be good. Plus I don't not know Markiplier, I'm just a fan. What I write is just from what I know about him, so don't think he's actually my neighbor. Hope you guys enjoy my story, and comment on what you think I should write about.)