Everything's Alright

Jack (End 3)

I pry open my eyes and stare at the love of my life lying next to me. I still think he's adorable when he sleeps. His lips are puckered slightly, and it is very likely that his hair is a disaster. I kiss his glabella quickly and lightly, but his eyes still flutter open. Up close, Mark is so /delicate/. He gives me a very halfhearted smile.
"Do you feel any better?" I ask him. Last night he had a massive headache. Mark nods his head and closes his eyes back. I get up and allow him to sleep in for half an hour, but I have to make the bed at one point or another. Mark rolls out of bed and flops down on the floor, staring at the ceiling on his back.
"Maaaark, you need to work." I prod his side with the tip of my shoe. "Get up." I tell him.
"Make me," he tells me with a mischievous smile. I go to him and sit on his hips, leaning over so my face is inches from his.
"If, and only if you get up," I tell him, teasingly, "there'll be something in it for both of us." I know how to get him going. He gets up and holds me so my legs are wrapped around his waist. I hop off of him and wander to the kitchen to make us both lunch. Neither of us are great cooks, but I make a pretty mean sandwich. I set out Mark's sandwich on the bar thing in the kitchen and sit on my laptop until 9:00 and upload my first video of the day. At 12:00, I upload and hear Mark recording in the study. We're not amazing at sound proofing our rooms. I bum around on tumblr until Mark emerges from the study.
"Tch," I say to him, "I said you needed to get ready, not dressed." He looks at me. He smiles, but I see his empty eyes. Mark walks toward me and curls up next to me on the couch. He looks at my computer screen and he points out good art, familiar screen names, and a couple of his favorite text posts. It's great to just sit here. I see him wince in pain sometimes, or reach up to tenderly touch his head. I should've seen how serious it was going to be.
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After three weeks, the real problems start. He stops eating. He doesn't sleep. Then, on August 13th, I walk out of the study to find him on the floor. His hands are protecting his head and he's twitching. I scream and practically throw him into our car. I take him to the ER as fast as possible and they run some tests. They're all conclusive.
Cancer.