Save Me (Septiplier [Jacksepticeye/Markiplier])

Part 8: Stay With Me

Jack sat at the table in his wheelchair as Mark set some poptarts in front of him. "Ooh, yummy! It's cookie dough flavor!" Mark chuckled as Jack dug in. Jack really was rather adorable, especially in the mornings. Mark wished that he could see Jack every morning like this, maybe even give him a quick kiss and tickle... Mark had to force himself to stop thinking like that. Jack didn't say yes...

The group had now spilled into the TV room. Jack had followed, bringing a glass of Orange juice. Felix was going through Jack's channels, when both Jack and Mark yelled, "How I Met You're Mother!"

Jack drank his juice slowly, watching the season 7 episode. He remembered it, his favorite part was when Ted said said that while living alone, he could do something collosaly stupid, and no one would know. Ow... Jack shut his eyes for a second, as he felt a soft fluttering in his stomach.

He wasn't sure what it was, but he did know that he was suddenly nauseous... The glass dropped from his hand and he puked on the floor. "I... 'm sorry..." He mumbled as the others scrambled to help. "It's nothing to be sorry about, you're ok..." Mark muttered, running a hand down his back as Felix and Ken cleaned the vomit and Bob and Wade cleaned the juice.

Jack rested a hand on his stomach and grimaced. "I hate throwing up..." Mark stayed to soothe him until Jack felt good enough to move again. "Do you want me to get you a bucket?" Mark asked, too which Jack shook his head.

When everything was cleaned up, Wade suggested they go outside for fresh air. Needless to say, they didn't go. Mark picked Jack up bridal style and carried him too the couch across the wall. The other couch facing the TV and the one recliner was for the other men. Mark stayed on the floor, running a hand through Jack's slightly sweaty hair.

"Maybe we should take you back to the hospital..." Jack shook his head. "'m fine..." He tried tiredly. Mark looked worriedly at the Irishman laying on the sofa. "Could I have a ginger ale?" Jack asked. On the couch, all 4 of the other men tried to get up. Felix motioned for them to sit down as he rushed for the kitchen.

He came back with a ginger ale can and sat next to Mark. Felix rested the back of his hand on Jack's forehead. "... No fever..." Jack curled up a little and drank the ginger ale. Mark continued to card his fingers through Jack's hair.

"What do you think's wrong?" Wade asked. "I don't know, he seemed fine earlier..." Ken whispered. Jack's eyes were drooping, so Felix took the can and put it on the coffee table. Jack fell asleep rather quickly.

Mark stood and stretched. "We should get him to the hospital, even if he doesn't want to." He sighed. "Jack's going to be pissed off..." Ken looked down at Mark's words. "Better pissed than dead..." He murmured.

Jack's breathing suddenly hitched. "Nightmare... Are we supposed to wake him?" Felix asked. Jack gave an awful, heartwrenching, pitiful sound. "N-no..." Bob looked away at the sound, wincing. "P-please geddof..." Mark grit his teeth and sat down.

"I-it hurts..." Jack curled in on himself. "St-stop... Saving m'self fer... Special..." Mark shook his head and softly tried to wake Jack up. Jack jumped back and looked up at Mark with wide, tear filled eyes. His chest shivered as he tried to calm down.

"Wh-what... I'm sorry." Jack apologized, relaxing a little. Ken shook his head as he stood. "No need. But we should get you too the hospital." Jack frowned and was about to protest when Mark ran a hand down his back. "Please?"

"I can't believe just saying please got him to agree." Felix said in awe as Wade wheeled Jack into the ER room. Ken murmured some things to the Doctor on staff as Mark stayed behind with Felix. "Jack said I have a pretty good chance of being with him." Mark finally said.

"He's not ready for a relationship yet, don't get sad that he doesn't want to at the moment." Felix answered, but Mark shook his head. "No, I understand, that's not why I'm saying that. I have a shot... But I'm worried I'll ruin it." Felix looked down for a moment. He was about to say something when...

"Get him in! How the FUCK did we miss this?!" Both Felix and Mark snapped up to look. Jack had puked again, but what was more important was the nurses were FREAKING OUT. "I said get him in!"

With that last sentence, Jack was gone, and Ken, Bob, Wade, Felix, and Mark were stuck out in the waiting without a clue as to whY was happening. Mark sat on one of the waiting chairs, leg bouncing up and down a he waited rather impatiently. "Jack's going to be ok..." He heard Bob say distantly.

"Mr. Fischbach...? Mr. Fischbach? Mr. Fishbach!" Mark snapped to attention, eyes wide at the nurse. "Wh-yes?" The woman looked down and away before beckoning for Mark to follow. Mark did so, coming to a corridor away from people.

"Mr. Fischbach, we're sorry we didn't catch it when Mr. McLoughlin was here earlier..." The nurse bit her lip, causing a pit to form in Mark's stomach; dread. "What's wrong?" Mark listened to her soft explanation seemingly through water. Mark had gone cold and he could barely hear. As the nurse left him in shock, tears rolled down his cheeks... Hadn't Jack been through enough?

TOO EVERYONE READING THIS STORY!!! I have 2 versions of this chapter on. One with Mpreg and one where Jack gets a disease you can pick. I was thinking cancer but I don't really know...

Anyway, I'm writing both, one of them would be a new work branching off the this chapter for people who wanted one and one the continuation and new chapters to this.

Question is which one do you want on the regular story and which do you want on a new work?