𝘖𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

Missing Finger.

The brunette laid still in his bed. He didn't even wanna move..Well, he was glad he had finally got to safety but..What if this was all just..Useless?

It was obvious Cesar wasn't gonna stop. So, why even go through something like this more than once? Wouldn't death be better than this?

He gripped his pillow, the only sound he could hear was his heartbeat pumping in his ears..Oh, and also the sound of light raindrops hitting his roof.

He looked at his hand..His pinky was missing..

He was awake when it happened, he knew Cesar took off one.

He just looked..Disappointed.

He didn't even have a reaction, his face just looked sad.

He was glad that there was a bandage wrapped around his hand.

But..His face was..Just blank. He didn't really seem to care.

Sarah walked in the room, with a tray.

She placed the tray on his bedside table.

"How're you doing?"

"..I'm doing good, just sleepy."

Sarah had a faint concerned expression.

"I'm uh..I'm sorry we didn't find you soo—"

"No, it's- It's fine. Don't worry."

The atmosphere was thick, and awkward.

"It's not your fault, don't apologize." Mark sighed.

He forced a smile, but it almost fell.

"Oh, Daves coming over to see you, I invited Jonah over but he said he couldn't come."

"Oh, alright."

Sarah left the room, and minutes passed. Though it felt like hours until someone opened the door.

It was obviously Dave. Mark looked surprised to actually see him.

"Oh, you..Got your prosthetic arm."

"Yeah, Thatcher bought it for me."

Dave smiled at Mark, but he forced another smile.

Dave sat down on the side of the bed.

"How're you doin?"

"..I'm..Im good. Just trying to get rest."

"That's good."

"Mhm..How're you doing?"

"I'm good, me and Thatcher have been getting along..And I've gotten use to living without Brien."

"That's nice."

Again, the room was quiet.

Mark laid back.

"How did you get over it?"

"Sorry?"

"How did you..Get over his death?"

Dave sighed, and looked at Mark.

"I didn't."

"..You..Didn't?"

"Nope. I still have those days where I can't get out of bed. He's always still in my mind, I've..Never really gotten over his death yet."

Mark looked off, thinking about Dave's words.

"Brien was my best friend, grief is hard to deal with when you've known that person since you were teens."

Dave smiled.

"Don't think that you can just get over it so quickly, because that's not how it works. It takes time."

Mark clutched the blanket, though, he was glad he was able to get spoken to about this.

"..Thanks, Dave.."

"No problem kid! Get better soon, k?"

Dave left the room, leaving Mark by himself.

"..I will."