Sorry for What We've Done (Book Two in Safe and Sound)

Chapter 3 - Hospital

     I held onto my last bit of strenth but let go, the pain was unbarable. Nurses started to run in as everything faded to darkness. Screaming, pain, Braydon, Jack, Antisepticeye, Mark, Wilford... It was overwhelming.

(Time skip to after my (Taylor's) 2nd mini-coma)

     I woke up to a sharp pain in my ribs but less pain in my head... Thank god. I knew I couldn't roll over to my side so I rolled my head to the side instead. It was Jack, he too was on a bed, but he for some reason was closer to me. I rolled my head away to see Mark also in a bed and closer to me.

     I looked towards Jack again, he was smiling in his sleep like he usually does. I reached out with my arm and his bed was just within reach so I pulled him a bit closer so I could tap his shoulder.
"J-Jack! Please wake... up..." I whispered and started to cry again. No response.
"Jack! Please!" I lifted myself up a bit even with the pain in my sides. Then I saw why he wasn't waking up...

     The right side of his face was was completely covered in bandages and his arm was too. Small blood stains already spotted over the casts. I gasped and covered my mouth. I shoved my face in my hands and started to cry real bad.
"This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't because of me!" I yelled at myself, just loud enough for the room to hear though. Then 3 nurses came in.
"Everything alright?" One of them asked coming up to me.
"No, nothing is! Both Mark and Jack are badly hurt and it's because of me!" I sobbed.
"Jack? I know the pink-haired fella is Mark but which- oh... So you mean Sean?" One of the others came between Mark and I.

     "Sean is his real name... Jack... is his other name..." I mumbled.
"Oh ok!" She looked at me "Sit down dear, you broke a rib from Sean grasping you! But Mark saved you." I glared at the 3rd nurse.
"One, it wasn't Jack, it was Antisepticeye" I guestered to how his hair was green right now and now brown grey "And two, it wasn't Mark is well was at first Mark then Wilford!" I then guestered to Mark's glasses.

     "Wilford? Antisepticeye?" A doctor came in "Now you're just making up names kiddo!" 
"No... No I'm not! Please, don't make me explain!" I sobbed.
"Wait I reconise these 2..." He guestered to Jack and Mark "What are their names?"
"Mark and Jack... That's what I call them atleast... Jack's real name is... Sean McLoughlin though..." I looked at him "Why you ask?"
"They just seem... familiar... especialy the one with the pink hair-" He stopped himself with an expression of realisation as the nurses walked out.

     "Yes I know! Mark Fischbach, or Markiplier, ya! A kid came in a few months ago was around 12 years old from an extreme case of depression so his family brought him in. The medication wasn't helping so we did the one thing we knew other kids did to help them recover, watch Markiplier and someone by the name Jacksepticeye!" A huge smile went across my face and his.
"What if I told you... That Mark and Jack are right infront of you, the saviour of those kids!" I geustered to them beside me as I said their names.

"I prefer Jack though" We both laughed.

(Time skip until the doc leaves)

     I looked back and Jack and managed to hold in tears. Then something I thought would never happen. Jack finally opened his eyes.
"Jack!" I whispered as he moaned.
"W-What?" He tried to move but he whinced.
"Don't move you'll hurt yourself more, I don't know what happened I already got knocked out..." I wanted to cry, but I knew I had to hold it back.

     "I just barely remember what happened... And I'm so sorry for what I've freaking done, I'm a mess..." I watched him as he started to cry.
"It's just a rib or two, I'm fine."I snuck a smile.
"I'm untrustable though..." He rolled his glaze over to me as best he could. 
"That's not true, I know you'll take back control before Anti kills anyone." Nothing could stop me from liking Jack, he was too kind of a person, too caring... too... goofy.

     I looked over at Mark so see him just waking up, thats when I saw his injuries. His whole left hand was in a cast along with his arm up to his shoulder. His right shoulder was all casted up. Then a huge scratch across his face with stiches on it. 

     "Mark!" I squealed.
"Uhm, w-what?" He moaned in pain.
"Don't move, you'll just hurt yourself more-" I was cut of my growling coming from Jack.
"J-Jack?" I slowly rolled over, his hair was Anti's shade of brown grey. 
"Jack please no!" I screamed as his eyes started to turn green, my face becoming a flood of tears.
"I'm so... freaking... sorry... too weak..." He whispered loosing grip.
"NO JACK PLEASE!!! PLEASE NO DON'T LET GO!!!" I yelled and started to cry more.

     A nurse ran in as Anti finished taking form. She perfectly preformed a 'nope.' and ran back down the hallway. The cast on Jack's face cracked but didn't come off.

     "Jack... please..." I cried.
"Jack's not here, nor would he care" Anti boomed through the room getting up and approching me like a zombie.
"He would so freaking care you insane murderer!" I screamed at him. In return he laughed like a maniac.
"No. He. Wouldn't!" He screached and picked me up by the neck. I struggled to try and get free and all of a sudden heard 'Mark' say "I'm so freaking sorry Sean..." Then a gunshot. I fell back onto the bed to see Jack turn back to normal but with a gunshot hole though his ear. He started to scream in pain.

     I looked away but saw Wilford Warfstache holding his golden pistol, smoke coming out of it.
"Ma-m-... Mark how.. how could you?!" I screamed at him and let myself go into a mini coma again.
"I... wanted to save you..." Was the last thing I heard from Mark as he turned back to normal and called the nurses.