The Risks of Love (Markiplier x Reader)

Chapter Twelve - I'm Fine

*Three Weeks Later*

Your POV

My eyes fluttered opened as the sun hit my face. I turned to see Mark wasn't in bed, then a bacon aroma flew through the air. Mark is making breakfast. I sat up and suddenly I realized how much my head hurt and how much pain filled my stomach area. I held both my head and stomach. I feel like shit. In fact I feel like I just got out of a brutal fist fight. I stood up, out of bed and I felt dizzy and cold. I was gonna get ready for the day but I don't feel like it. Instead I pulled my blanket off of the bing bag chair and wrapped it around my cold body. I walked out of the bedroom and headed for the couch in the living room. The more I walked, the shittier I felt. I finally reached the couch and gave a sigh of relive as I laid down. My headache was terrible so I closed my eyes tightly and put both my hands on my forehead, letting out a small groan. "(F/N)?" Mark asked. "Yeah?" I replied in a painful sounding voice, without moving my position I lay in. "Are you okay?" I thought for a moment before answering. "Yeah," I said. "I just don't feel the greatest." Mark was silent for a minute. "What's wrong?" He asked. I sighed then answered, "My head and stomach ache and I am dizzy and all together feel like total shit, or rather just got out of a fight or something." He went silent again. "Are you hungry?" He asked, randomly. "To be honest," I said truthfully. "Yes, but I don't want to eat anything." "Why?" He replied. "If I do," I answered. "I'll probably vomit, my stomach aches that bad." I finally sat up and opened my eyes, putting my hands in my lap and looking down so I wouldn't feel dizzy. Mark came over and sat next to me, and instantly rubbed my back as I leaned forward putting my face in my hands. My forehead was sweaty, yet I was freezing. "I'll call the doctor," He insisted as he pulled out his phone, but I just stopped him. "What if you're sick?" He asked me looking into my pained eyes. "I'm not sick," I said. "I'm probably..." I stopped in mid sentence as my cheeks turned pink from embarrassment. I'm not ready to openly talk about that with him. He is an adult man though. He'd understand and if this was the case I would need to get ta... Mark cut me out of my train of thought. "Probably what?" He asked calmly. I tried to hide the fact I was blushing as I finished my sentence. "I'm probably just about to start my period," I said quietly, as my cheeks turned into a even darker shade of pink. "This always seems to happen a few days before it so..." Mark just gave me a little smile. "Okay, if you say so," He started. "And don't be embarrassed about that, I understand and its natural for women." I smiled back at him. "Thanks for understanding," I said. "But I'm gonna need tampons." I still spoke shyly. This was really awkward for me. Mark looked at me. "We will get them, I promise," he ensured me. I wonder if this was just as awkward for Mark as this was for me. If it was he wasn't showing it. I  just laid back on the couch and tried to relax. Its extremely hard to relax when I feel like shit.

*One Week Later*

I'm starting to flip shit. I still feel like total shit and it wasn't because of my period. I am kinda relieved It wasn't from my period because that would make it extremely early. What if I'm getting sick or dying or something? I called the doctors office, pacing back and forth. They wanted to see me in an hour, so I intently got ready. I quickly threw on a pair of blue jeans and a plain white short sleeve shirt. Over my shirt I put on my blue infinity scarf and a flowy and light grey sweeter over it. With it I wore my grey ugg boots and silver bracelet. Before walking out the door I grabbed my black purse off the couch and kissed Mark. "I'll be home soon," I said as I opened the front door. "Wait," Mark stopped me. "Where are you going?" "I'm just gonna go hang with a friend for a little bit," I lied. "Okay," he said with a smile. "Be careful." I nodded and walked out the door. "I love you," I said. "I love you too," he replied right before I shut the door.

*One Hour Later*

I was so sick of waiting in this room. Finally the door opened and the nurse came in. "Hey, Ms. (L/N). We found out whats been going on," She said.

Marks POV

(F/N) came through the door and began to quickly walk down the hall. "Hey," I said, making her freeze in her steps and turn to look at me. "Everything okay?" I asked. "Yeah," she said. "I'm just tired." I looked at her, kinda surprised. "Okay," I said. "Rest well." She quickly ran into the bedroom and I heard the door shut. She closed it lighter then normal. "Well, that was weird," I whispered to myself. I shook it off. Its probably not a big deal.

*Five Months Later*     

For the past few months, (F/N) has been acting really weird. She has been wearing sweatpants and hoodies or jackets that are twice as big as her. She also hasn't really talked much and has been spending most of her time in the bedroom. She seems to be getting badly depressed over something and every time I try to talk to her about it she just says, "I'm fine." I know shes lying, unless by fine she means, "Falling, Insecure, Not good enough, and Empty" because that's the way shes been acting lately. I'm going insane with her giving me the same answers. I really need to talk to her. That's it," I whispered to myself. "I can't take it anymore." I sighed and took a deep breath to calm down. "(F/N)!" I called. "Come in here, we really need to talk!" She slowly walked into the room and sat next to me carefully. She didn't make eye contact or even make a sound. "What's going on?" I asked calmly. "Nothing," she lied. "Mark, I have told you several times that I am fine." I sighed. "(F/N", I know you're not," I said, still staying calm. "Please just tell me the truth." She seemed unresponsive for a second. "I'm fine," She said a wiggle in her voice. "If you are really okay, then take off that over sized jacket," I said. "No!" She snapped back. "I can't..." Her voice trailed off. "I... I... I" She began to say as she stood from the couch. Tears began to fall from her cheeks. I stood up and grabbed her hand. "I can't do this!" She yelled as she cried and hugged me, carefully yet quickly. I was surprised but I rubbed her back and calmed her down. She looked into my eyes as we pulled apart. Her hands were shaking as she reached for her zipper. She slowly began to unzip her jacket as it fell to the floor. I didn't see any cuts on her, which was good. What was the problem? I continued to search her body, trying to find what was wrong when suddenly my eyes fixed to the problem and everything crashed over me causing me to gasped.