When Jack finally woke up, he was in a white room that smelled strongly of antiseptic, and a chorus of faint beeps could be heard. The hospital? Why am I in the hospital? The Irishman thought to himself. Suddenly, memories of the other night flooded his mind, and he could feel his heart break all over again. He loves someone else, not you...why did you even get your hopes up? Why would someone as gorgeous and amazing as him love a fat piece of shit like you? He thought bitterly, looking down at his bandaged arms.
Just then, who seemed to be a nurse walked into his room. She had short, blond hair with streaks of blue and purple, her eyes were a beautiful amber color. If Jack didn't love Mark, he'd probably be really attracted to this girl. She gave him a soft smile
"Sean?"
"Yup, that's me" he responded with a forced smile. "Okay, good. Well, there are a few things we need to go over if that's okay with you?" She got a small nod in response. "First of all, let's talk about your injuries. You lost a lot of blood from multiple cuts on your arms and you had a few particularly nasty ones that we had to patch up. You also have many cuts on your legs and buttocks, and we had to surgically remove a large piece of glass from right above your hip bone. You got pretty banged up, huh?" she ended with an awkward chuckle. Jack simply nodded, still trying to comprehend all that she just said. Pretty banged up is right he thought sarcastically.
"Second of all, because of that nasty injury to your side, you're going to need help doing things for a little while. Because of this, we went through the contacts on your phone, trying to find a friend or family member who'd be willing to help. But don't worry, we found your boyfriend's number and gave him a call-
"WAIT, WHAT?!? WHAT BOYFRIEND? WHO DID YOU CALL?" he yelled, confused.
"Sir, please calm down." She said, looking nervous. "There was a contact on your phone; it said "Mark" with a heart emoji next to it. We assumed it was your significant other and called him, we told him what happened and he seemed very worried." She said with a wink.
Jack felt his heart stop, all the color drained from his face and his breathing quickened. Suddenly, there was a knock at his door.
"I'm sorry, nurse. I heard voices and I thought that Jack might be awake..." a deep voice said. But not just any deep voice, the beautiful, baritone voice that could only belong to the equally beautiful Markiplier.
Jack barely had time to register his embarrassment and excitement when Marks head popped out from behind the door. His dark eyes lit up with happiness as he said, "hey there, Jackaboy. You're finally awake! I've missed seeing you...awake I mean! Wait...that sounded creepy...sorry...I just...uh..." Mark became a mumbling mess and Jack stopped his fit of awkwardness by whispering a quiet
"I've missed you too, Markimoo."
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Let the ship sail! (Septiplier)
FanficBasically a bunch of Septipler (Jacksepticeye x Markiplier) Stories and one-shots Warnings: most are sad/angsty...so...you've been warned. Also, I am not liable for any emotional trauma you sustain. Have fun reading!