Everything's Alright

Jack

As the large red number on the wall grows smaller, I think I realize what it's leading to. It's leading to when I'll get out of this coma. When I'll be able to see the color return to Mark's cheeks. Right now, it reads 00:00:14:03. I walk over to his chair, but he gets up and kneels by my bedside again. He takes my hand, lets me feel life in it once more. I always had horrible circulation in my hands, so Mark used to make a habit of this.
"Jack. Please. For me."
"Soon." I tell him. He sits in silence and so do I. He hums a tune he's been humming for the past three days. I assume it's from his EP. He stops rather suddenly. He places the back of my hand on his face.
"Why didn't I say I love you?" He asked himself. Upon that revelation, I realized i couldn't remember the last time he told me that. I told him that plenty. It was strange, as usually I was the broken one. I was the one who needed to be reminded constantly. Then, over time, it gradually shifted into my saying that more. His rarely even talking. I just thought it was due to him being an introvert. He returns to his chair and stares at the ground.
00:00:05:48
I look at the ceiling and see the sterile lighting steadily grow from harsh and cold to petrifyingly bright. Every second brings a new form of light which I haven't encountered. It's astonishing. As this happens, I feel my heart rate quicken. Apparently, it shows, as doctors and nurses flood the room, flushing out Mark. I hear their frantic talk, back and forth, like a great big ball. One phrase makes my body grow cold.
"He's not going to make it." I can't tell from where it came, but it rang like a bell, clear as day. I realize what the counter is going to. It seems strangely mocking now.
00:00:00:15 until your ultimate demise.
00:00:00:14 to tell nobody how you feel. I rush outside, through the door, and to mark, who's waiting patiently, clearly distracted.
I kiss his cheek and tell him what I haven't in the last 6 days.
"I love you so, so much."
I go back into the room. I look down at myself. The people are scattered around the room, accepting that whatever happens, happens. I take my own hand.
00:00:00:02
Then, as my vision is overtaken by the penetrating, white light, I feel my heart stop.