I Just Really Wanna Be With You (A Foster the People Fanfiction)

Thoughts

MARK'S POV

"This is real bullshit. It's been about a week and a half since this damn bus accident. Why haven't I woken up yet?" I was standing next to my body and looking around the room. Weirdly, talking out loud has become normal for me. That doesn't mean I'm going crazy, right?

Cal was the only one here now, Isom had left with Carlson earlier. It wasn't his idea, but Cal can sure put up a good argument. Eventually they left and Cal was alone with us. Ever since that scare with Cubbie, she's stayed true to her promise to Rebecca and sat by his bed pretty much all the time. Every time Sean, Phil, or Isom try to get her to leave, she refuses and says that there's nowhere for her to be right now.

Sighing, I pushed myself up from my chair and paced impatiently around the room. It's all too much. None of this should be happening. There shouldn't be a fan war going on centered around Cal. This whole "being knocked out" situation shouldn't be happening, either.

"Guys..." The sound of Cal's voice suddenly snapped me out of my thoughts. "I just wanted y'all to know I'm still here. I know it's been quiet this morning. That's pretty much because I made everyone else leave. Okay. I know what yall are thinking. 'But, Cal, why would you make them leave if you're just going to be here lonely with yourself? Couldn't you have someone come up and be with you?' Well, the answer is simple, actually. First off, the others really need to be with their families. And Phil wanted to go talk with your friends and let them know what's going on. Oh, and, Mark, I think he's calling your parents so they don't freak out later on." She stopped for a second like she was thinking of something to say.

There it finally was. I was wondering when someone was going to call my parents. "Good, I'm glad he's doing that. Thanks for telling me." I smiled from beside her.

"So, um, Ponsi and Cubbie?" She went on with the conversation. "Your parents know and they're going to come up soon. I don't know when they are, but they are. Phil told me so." Cal was about to go on when the doors slid open.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone to be here. They told me everyone was gone." An unfamiliar nurse said in and jumped a little when she saw Cal.

"No you're fine. I get it a lot. People usually think I'm not somewhere when I am. I'm still here because I made everyone else leave to go spend time with their families."

"What about you? Don't you have a family?"

"These guys are as close to a family as I can get right now. My parents were killed and then these guys came along."

"Oh, I see. I'm really sorry for your loss." The nurse smiled sincerely as she went around messing with the various machines. "If you don't mind me asking, how long ago?"

"Eight years."

"My god! How young were you?"

"I was about to turn sixteen."

"I'm so sorry, sweetie."

"Thank you. I'm just thankful I had an older brother who was willing to come live with me until I graduated high school and moved here."

"That's good." The nurse smiled and looked around at us. "You hear that, guys? She needs you, so wake up. I know it's hard, but you need to try your hardest."

"Thanks." I smiled and said at the same time as Cal.

"It's okay, sweetie." The nurse smiled before she finished up with the machines. "So, I'm sorry if this is too personal, but how did your parents die?" She sat down in a chair by Cal.

"No it's fine. I've had to tell a lot of people my sob story from freshman year." Cal paused and I kind of tuned out the story. I was there to experience it and it's still crazy to think all of that happened. Eventually, Cal finished the story and I started listening again.