The doctors kept you in the hospital overnight to monitor your condition. The injuries to your head weren't severe and you were let out the next afternoon. Mark had stayed until they kicked him out and was there at the crack of dawn to be let in again with your pajamas and a bag of sweets to make you more comfortable.
"What are you doing about your channel?" you ask as he eats some of the chocolate he brought you.
"I had a few videos pre-recorded in case I got sick, they'll do until you're feeling a little better. I can do a few indie games to fill as well... it's all fine" he muttered.
When the doctors discharged you, Mark helped you to the car and drove you home, taking the scenic route with the radio playing country music quietly. It was a lovely day and it just felt good to have him nearby. When he turned onto a long stretch of road, you reached out, taking his hand again and sighed happily.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, glancing at you.
"Happy" you smile, looking out at the trees swaying in the pleasant breeze.
"You let me know when you're not feeling good... promise?" he frowned, glancing at you again as he turned down another street, getting close to home now.
"I will" you mumble "I promise"
"I'll get my recording done earlier so I'm not keeping you awake" he sighed.
"Mark, you don't need to change your whole routine for me" you frown, looking up at him.
"I'm not... well, I am. But that's what you do when someone you love isn't feeling well" he huffed, his jaw locking for a moment.
"You love me?" You blinked.
Mark was silent for a moment before turning to look at you.
"Well of course I do" he muttered "You're like this weird ray of sunshine that's just appeared in my life and makes me feel like less of a loser that just sits alone and plays video games"
"And makes you sit in the hospital all night and worry about me" you sigh.
"y/n listen to me... nothing that happened the other day was your fault... and I don't see looking after you as some chore. I want to be there for you, I want to show you that a relationship means something other than hurt and fear. I want to just wrap my arms around you and squeeze all those memories out of you, but I imagine that would kinda hurt" he chuckled, trying not to sound so serious.
You could feel your eyes start to prickle at his words, but just smiled and sank back a little in your seat.
Mark pulled into the drive and helped you out of the car, quickly grabbing your bags and helping you upstairs, but instead of going to your apartment, he ushered you to his.
"Where are you taking me?" you smirk, looking up at him.
"Well, I can't look after you from behind a wall, can I" he mumbled, unlocking his door and leading you in.
"I can just call you if I need your help" you huffed as he closed the door.
"And what if you pass out or you just don't think it's worth calling me?" he asked, placing your bags on the sofa.
"You're overprotective" You smirk, folding your arms.
"And you don't think you deserve to be looked after properly" he huffed back, pointing at you as he walked into the kitchen. "I'm making lunch and you're having some, what do you want?"
"Well if you're going to force me, then something really bad for me" you grin, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"Is that wise?" he asked, looking up at you.
"Hey, it's comfort food. If I can't have it now, when can I have it?" you chuckle.
