Save Me (Septiplier [Jacksepticeye/Markiplier])

Part 9: Sickness

Mpreg version is up on my profile if you wanted to read that as well! Sorry this took so long...

Stomach cancer. Jack had started vomiting blood. Mark was sick to his own stomach now. After all that abuse, Jack had to have Stomach cancer?! Mark growled and pounded his fist to the wall, angry tears streaming down his cheeks. He had so much fucking faith that some being up there was watching over Jack, and this is what happened?!
He went back into the waiting room to find Felix was gone.

"What happened...?" Came Wade's now quiet voice. Mark sat down in the chairs opposite them, shaking a little. "... He has f-fucking STOMACH CANCER..." The room seemed to grow colder. Mark's body felt numb and so, so COLD...

"... A-are you shitting me...?" Ken asked barely above a whisper, voice hoarse and cracked. "No. Even after all of that horrible shit the world is beating him down..." Mark scowled. Felix came back into the room slowly, eyes half lidded. He was biting the inside of his lip.

"... They said it was caught early enough that they can cut the tumor out, but it's risky..." He mumbled. Ken flinched. "Fuck... Is he going to... How... I can't do this..." He stood and left the waiting room, wiping at his eyes. After all this that they had already went though, Jack had to have stomach cancer...

Mark shook violently, tears streaming down his face. "How the hell did he get it...?" He asked, voice cracking. Felix looked down. "... He has anemia, but they never did anything about it... And I guess stomach cancer is in his family, which made him more susceptible to it..."

Mark swallowed, going pale. "I think he's going to have a panic attack!" Bob cried, snapping out of his chair. Mark's breathing started to become hitched, and he was having trouble... He inhaled largely suddenly and gave a loud, heartbreaking scream.

Jack awoke at the scream, snapping up. What the... He examined the room he was in, rubbing his face. Damn, his head hurt like hell, so, so badly... And his stomach hurt so badly... Felix was coming into the room, mouth twisted in a frown.

"What was that noise?" Jack asked softly I'm worry, eyes half open. Shadows painted underneath his eyes, as he shook lightly. "Mark. He was having a panic attack... He thought you were going to die."

"I am, though, aren't I...?" Felix snapped to attention when those words left Jack's mouth. "So I should love Mark right now before I leave, right? Or maybe I should make him leave me, hate me so it doesn't hurt him as much when I die..."

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DIE!" Jack flinched and looked up at Felix with a dropped jaw. "If you keep thinking like that you will! People care for you, and you're just hurting them by speaking like that!" He continued, shaking. Tears streamed down the Swedish man's cheeks. "WE LOVE YOU! You are so important to us! Please, please... Please just... Just don't say things like that..."

Jack licked his lips a little and nodded. "I'm sorry." He apologized softly, and Felix cursed. "That wasn't... That wasn't the point... Look, just do whatever you want... I can't do this shit..." He left the room, making Jack's mouth open. "No, wait!" But Felix was already gone...

Jack looked down, eyes shutting again. He couldn't do this... He couldn't... It wasn't for awhile before his room was filled again. Felix sat sullenly in the corner, with Ken beside him. Wade and Bob sat on the other side of the room.

Mark was beside Jack's bed, soft smile on his lips. He licked his lips, then said, "I love you, Jack." Jack froze. He had 2 options, to say the truth, that he loved Mark back so, so much, or make Mark want to leave, so it hurts less. Jack looked down to his lap, eyes hooded. "... I don't."

Mark froze, expression turning broken. "Wh-what...?" Felix snapped up. Jack had done it... He cursed and left the room. The other 3 followed, leaving Mark and Jack alone in the room.

Jack's fists tightened, nails digging into his palms. "Y-you heard me... I h-hate you. J-just leave me alone!" Mark stood, jaw dropped. "J-Jack, you don't mean that... You're lying, you can't..."

"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A BASTARD AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" Mark gave a sob and ran out the room. Jack watched him leave, pain in his expression. What did he do...? But this was for the best.

It was for the best... So why did it hurt so much? A figure appeared in the doorway. Jack looked up at Felix, who had his arms crossed. He was looking at the floor, scowling. "Jack... Why did you do that?" Jack looked down.

"It'll hurt him less when I die..." Felix shook his head. "And when you live he's going to hurt horribly!" Felix cried, tears in his eyes. "Don't you know what you're doing to us?! TO HIM?!"

Jack sobbed a little. "I-its for the best. I-I never e-even d-deserved his love anyways!" Felix cursed and rubbed away his tears. "Look, I'll be back in a little while. I just..." He turned and left again, giving a sob.

Jack shook a little, rubbing away his tears. He was ruining everything... This was all his fault... Why couldn't he have not had cancer...?

"You're surgery is in three days." Jack looked up at Ken, who had an empty look in his face. "When you live... I'll help you with Mark, ok?" He offered, and Jack looked back down. "... If I live..."